Patriarch of Wanjiao

The one who cultivates the Dao seeds with the various dharmas of the heavens and the earth and becomes a different fetus is the king of the heavens and the earth, unparalleled in all ages.

This is the 【Xuantian Dao Seed】.

"All dharmas follow the Tao, and ten thousand arts cultivate seeds!?" Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, almost turning into a thread.

On that day, when he heard Xiao Yunfeng mention this past secret, he found it incredible.

More than 900 years ago, His Majesty Shenzong was already the number one master in the world, recalling that no one has seen it since ancient times, even if the world is also a peak.

Such an existence, standing on the top of the mountain, may be difficult to overcome the cold, and wants to go further, compete with the world, master the power of good fortune, and create an invincible existence that can break the rules of the world.

Such a state of mind is understandable.

After all, he is the number one expert in the world, so he should have the courage to do so.

However, after the fall of Shenzong's fearful actions, the plan of [Xuantian Dao Seed] should be shelved.

The successors of the later generations may not be inferior to the predecessors. They may also have the spirit of Shenzong, but they do not have the strength of Shenzong.

The [Xuantian Dao Seed], which Shenzong never created, will succeed in future generations?

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if it really succeeds, who has the confidence and strength of Shenzong to face this terrifying existence of "No. [-] in the world"! ?

Especially in today's world where the imperial power is supreme, and Sheng Weilong has surpassed the ages, why continue the hegemony of Shenzong and create such an alternative! ?

However, according to what Feng Wannian said, for more than 900 years, Xuantian Hall has never stopped exploring [Tao Seeds]. The merits of the strange Taoist fetus, and...

"They succeeded?" Li Mo felt incredible.

"When I broke into the spiritual breath realm back then, I felt a terrifying aura. The world was dim, and for a moment, it was like a call from a mother's body, like a fascination in an abortion..."

Feng Wannian's face was solemn, even showing deep hostility.

"From then on, I knew that it was the source of power of the Xuanmen Sword Seed, and it was destined to become his wealth from the beginning of its birth."

Speaking of this, Feng Wannian couldn't help but sneer, and even more so, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Everyone in the Xuantian Pavilion is in awe, and is regarded as the unparalleled talent and immortality of the [Xuanmen sword species]. From the beginning of creation, it was nothing more than food.

It's just that such food is hard to find in the world. I don't know how many people have squeezed their heads and risked their lives to stand out. They made this career, thinking that they will reach the sky in one step, and then they will be different from each other. It's really ironic to think about it.

"Xuantian Daozhong... I heard that this is the most proud masterpiece of His Majesty Shenzong's life, and also his greatest legacy. If it is really created, it stands to reason that it should be earth-shattering, and everyone in the world should know about it."

Li Mo frowned slightly, throwing out the question in his heart.

Swords like Feng Wannian were born with visions, and within half a year, they entered the realm of spiritual breath.

Xuantian Dao Seed, breaking the laws of heaven and earth, if it is born out of nowhere, it must have a shocking image.

"Earth-shattering..."

Feng Wannian's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he hesitated a little.

"Perhaps there have been..."

"You should have heard that 18 years ago, there was a big change in the capital. In September, the capital was burnt..." Feng Wannian's voice became deep and cold.

Nowadays, the old people in the capital should remember that 18 years ago, when the fire ignited the capital, almost half of the capital was burned clean, and the charred corpses piled up outside the city were almost piled up into hills. is uncountable.

Li Mo once heard Master Ji mention this incident in Wangxuan City.

According to figures released by the imperial court, more than 3000 people were killed in that fire, but in fact, adding zero is far more than that.

There are only a handful of documents that can be consulted so far for such a big event that pierced the sky, and it is indeed a bit strange to think about it.

"You mean...the catastrophe 18 years ago was caused by the birth of the Xuantian Dao Seed?" Li Mo thought about it carefully, but felt that it was somewhat possible.

After all, the fire itself was very strange, and the court's attitude was even more weird.

"I guess it should be like this...After nearly a thousand years...that Dao Seed finally succeeded, if not, it's almost the same." Although Feng Wannian was not completely sure, he felt that he guessed it right.

"In ancient times, Xuantian changed, and the Dao of Tribulation Response was born..."

Li Mo was thoughtful, if [Xuantian Dao Seed] really came into being in this life, it would be a terrifying existence enough to be an opponent of Shenzong, breaking the laws of heaven and earth in the dark.

"If the Xuantian Dao Seed really survives, it will be my end..." Feng Wannian gritted his teeth.

From the beginning of his birth, he was destined to complete the Dao Seed and become a part of the latter.

Therefore, as a domineering sword, Feng Wannian was the first to understand his own situation, and he chose to kill himself at the peak of his life.

"Back then I had already entered the [Cultivation Miao Realm], but I still cut off my cultivation... just to suppress the nature of the domineering sword..." Feng Wannian gritted his teeth.

One way produces ten thousand dharmas, and he walks alone in the way of swordsmanship, the higher his cultivation level, the closer his return path will be.

"Five years ago, you already stepped into the [Chengmiao Realm]...you are so perverted." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

There are nine levels of inner breath and five realms of spiritual breath.

The Chengmiao state is the fourth state, which is a step further than Wang Lingce's [Shangmiao state].

Five years ago, Feng Wannian in Chengmiao was only 14 years old. This kind of achievement is earth-shattering in any era.

"This is the horror of [Xuanmen Sword Type]..."

Feng Wannian spoke softly.

In fact, this is determined by the characteristics of the domineering sword species, and the cultivation base also shows a domineering posture.

Like Xu Jiansheng back then, he was a [Sword of Celestial Phenomenon], and his realm promotion was not so terrifying at all.

"Xu Jiansheng is a piece of trash... If I hadn't killed myself just now, he would be a fart in front of me!?" Feng Wannian sneered.

In his eyes, Xu Jiansheng is just a half-finished product, not a real sword at all.

"Just killed yourself!?" Li Mo showed doubts.

"Ugh……"

Feng Wannian sighed: "I'm ashamed to say, but in the five years since I entered Luofu Mountain, I have already beheaded myself nine times."

Feng Wannian would destroy his cultivation every time he stepped into the spiritual breath realm. Even so, the unique nature of the domineering sword was still so domineering that his cultivation could not stand still.

"You ride a horse..."

Li Mo's footsteps couldn't help but stop, and he gave Feng Wannian a blank look.

If ordinary practitioners hear such words, they will probably vomit three liters of blood, especially for an elderly leftover cultivator like Chen Wangdu who has worked hard all his life to reach the spiritual breath state.

Or a monk like Xiao Chaoyuan who has practiced for a lifetime and has not even reached the nine-inch realm.

"It was pretended by you..." Li Mo glanced at it and said lightly.

"You think I'm showing off my supernatural powers?" Feng Wannian shook his head, "If I become supreme, I will be eaten by the Daoist species..."

It's like the piglets in the pigsty. Everyone prides themselves on being strong and fat, eating desperately, but they don't know that when they become fat, they will be ready to be slaughtered.

Therefore, Feng Wannian desperately wanted to lose weight.

In the eyes of people who don't know why, this is simply an outlier, either pretending to be forceful or stupid.

"Is there no way to break it?"

Li Mo's complexion is slightly gloomy, he is no longer the kid who didn't know anything when he was just a fledgling, so he can naturally see that Feng Wannian is in a difficult situation now, which can be described as extremely dangerous.

It is no exaggeration to say that now, he is the fattest pig in the pigsty, and he is still growing meat even when he does not eat or drink, and even induces vomiting.

"There is a way!"

Feng Wannian looked up, and the two of them went deep into the Xuantian Pavilion, but they came to an ancient palace with a wide square in the front yard, and a monk flag was erected in the center, with the word "Zen" printed in bright red on it.

"What is this place?"

Li Mo frowned and couldn't help asking.

As soon as he approached this palace, he felt a strong discomfort, and the spiritual roots in his dantian vibrated, as if hostile.

"This is the Temple of Subduing Demons...the place where the founder of Tianchan Mountain used to suppress demons..." Feng Wannian said solemnly.

"A place to suppress demons?"

Feng Wannian nodded: "You know, more than 900 years ago, Shenzong destroyed the Dharma and left three thousand mountain gates. Why are there only five great mountain gates standing high and enjoying the glory?"

"Helping Shenzong black out?" Li Mo guessed.

Feng Wannian was taken aback for a moment, and shook his head: "Shenzong's strength doesn't require any ingenious skills. The five great sects are so special because their ancestors were once close neighbors of His Majesty Shenzong..."

"The Patriarch of Wudao Mountain used to be the groom of Shenzong, the Patriarch of Tianchan Mountain turned the scriptures for him, the Patriarch of Heiming Mountain was in charge of turning off the lights, the Patriarch of Yaoshen Mountain was the eunuch pharmacist in the palace, and the Patriarch of Riyue Mountain was the boy who played the flute ..."

"So they are all Shenzong's cronies." Li Mo showed a look of surprise.

No wonder the five great mountain gates are deeply entrenched in the Xuantian Pavilion, they are at the same end.

"When the Patriarch of Tianchan Mountain was young, he followed His Majesty Shenzong and entered the forbidden area..."

"Shenzong Forbidden Land!"

"He brought out twelve earthen pots from there, and put them in this [Devil Demon Palace]..."

"Earth jar? Inside is..."

"Demon!" Feng Wannian's lips parted slightly, and he uttered a word.

That is a different kind of creature that does not exist in the world of mortals. It is an indescribably strange existence, and anyone who touches it will suffer ominously.

In the past, some eminent monks from Tianchan Mountain got their hands on those earthen pots. As a result, overnight, the deserted villages in the mountains were completely saved, the bones were used as temples, and the body of the Buddha was molded with flesh and blood...

Nine heads were inserted horizontally on the eminent monk's body, and he sat on the altar of the Buddha lotus, offering incense and incense wrapped around hairs. The Arhats and Bodhisattvas in the temple were all covered with corpses, which was extremely strange.

The temple disappeared after only three days in the mountains, and it was hard to find again.

"You don't mean to..."

"Feeding demons with seeds..." Feng Wannian said in a deep voice.

This is the only way he can think of. The Xuantian Dao Seed is no small matter. If you want to fight against fate, only the power from the forbidden land that Shenzong keeps secret can escape.

"Feeding demons with seeds... Maybe I can get rid of the shackles and gain two kinds of power at the same time."

There was a hint of madness in Feng Wannian's eyes.

When he returned to Beijing this time, besides accompanying Li Mo to enter the Xuantian Pavilion, his biggest purpose was to come to [Fu Mo Temple] again and pay homage to that weird earthen jar.

"There is another possibility..." Li Mo frowned.

"The two tore apart and devoured me..." Feng Wannian said with a wry smile.

"It's too dangerous." Li Mo said in a deep voice.

"I have no other choice." Feng Wannian shook his head and said, "Actually, I have been here once, and my body has already been contaminated with... that kind of breath."

Speaking of this, Feng Wannian's eyes skipped the monk's flag in the central square, and looked at the closed palace.

"I have tried it with my own body for five years, and this method should work...I need to communicate further with the existence in the earth jar."

"You may die."

Although Li Mo knew that this was the gateway to Feng Wannian's life and death, he still couldn't help persuading him.

One careless move, life and death will disappear, and there will be no possibility of reappearance.

"That's why I invite you to guard the gate for me." Feng Wannian said solemnly.

"The Temple of Fumo is extremely secretive, and no one will set foot in it at ordinary times... Occasionally, only the disciples who enter the hall from Tianchan Mountain will get permission to come and pay homage... But under normal circumstances, they cannot enter the main hall."

Feng Wannian said in a deep voice.

The main hall enshrines and suppresses twelve earthen pots brought out from Shenzong's forbidden area.

Such an important thing, even the disciples of Tianchan Mountain, cannot easily get their hands on it.

But there are contingencies in everything, Feng Wannian's entrance of life and death does not allow the slightest disturbance, even close to it.

Now, in this Xuantian Pavilion, the only person he can trust and trust is Li Mo.

"Boss Feng..."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from a distance.

Li Mo followed the prestige and saw a young man with a vaguely memorable appearance walking towards him.

"Zheng Ji pulls vegetables... Zheng Ji!?"

"Brother Li, long time no see." Zheng Ji stepped forward to greet him.

"It turns out that you have known each other for a long time...um...you were originally a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion..." Li Mo took a deep look at Feng Wannian.

"Boss Feng, I have prepared everything you asked me to prepare." Zheng Ji nodded.

"Overbearing sword species...I didn't expect you to get a chance to enter the Demon Temple."

Suddenly, a piercing but extremely pleasant voice came from behind.

Li Mo turned around and saw a blond woman walking slowly, with a hot figure and exquisite legs, especially the huge chest that was ready to be seen, if you lower your head, you will never see your feet.

"Lioness, you've grown up again..."

Feng Wannian glanced at the broad chest, and couldn't help but chuckled.

"It's thanks to you back then..." The visitor whispered, with a faint smile on his glamorous face.

"You give me milk to boil papaya, and I'll give you goji berries to make scented tea. One will grow bigger and the other stronger. Let's create greater glory together... how about it?"

"Hahaha, I haven't seen you in five years, you've learned to be humorous..." Feng Wannian laughed dryly.

"Her name is Concubine Shi Ming, and she is the lion guarding the gate here."

Feng Wannian leaned close to Li Mo's ear and whispered softly.

"lion!?"

Li Mo was startled, and his eyes lit up. Over the years, he has seen fox girls, cat girls, rabbit girls...he has seen many, but he has never played with lion girls...How can a lioness become a demon be so hot! ?

"Buddhist temples like to use lions to protect their hair, bright and upright..." Feng Wannian explained.

"You actually brought an outsider here... You should know the rules..."

Concubine Shi Ming's gaze finally landed on Li Mo. To her, Li Mo was a stranger.

You know, even Feng Wannian was surprised to get a chance to enter Fumo Temple, an outsider is not even qualified to step into this courtyard.

"He is not an outsider..."

Feng Wannian shook his head: "I entrust my life and death to him."

As soon as this remark came out, Concubine Shi Ming's face suddenly changed, the astonishment in her beautiful eyes could not be concealed, and she couldn't help but look at Li Mo again.

"Don't persuade me..." Feng Wannian turned around and looked at Li Mo: "Although I have many ways, but this matter... there is only one way to go."

"You just go..."

Li Mo was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I am here, you and I live and die together!"

A word is light, but it is like a thousand miles of mountains and rivers, weighing heavily on the dust of the world.

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