Immortal Immortal

Caishikou became increasingly anxious. The five-layered magic circle set up by An Gang was on the verge of falling apart even after half a day.

The human-bear monster exudes an aura that is as if it is real. Everyone knows that An Gang cannot deal with the beast's disaster in a short time.

The casualties on the beast cultivator side began to increase.

The buildings were in dilapidated condition and there were ruins everywhere. If it was not necessary to stay at the defensive line, I am afraid that some monks would have escaped into Caishikou.

Xu Hu had no time to care about others, and he was faced with Zhenjun Yuanming who kept stalking him.

What puzzled him was that Zhenjun Yuanming clearly had the advantage, but he did not intend to kill them all. Instead, he chose to hold back at every turn.

At first, Xu Hu thought it was because Zhenjun Yuanxi was mentally impaired.

But he soon realized that something was wrong. Zhenjun Yuanming seemed to be treating himself as a tonic, but he was unable to resist at all.

Xu Hu tried to persuade Zhenjun Yuanti to retreat, "Zhenjun Yuanti, after An Gang has dealt with Caishikou, if you want to escape again..."

Before he finished speaking, his right arm suddenly fell off, and the fracture appeared to be melting, showing that the toxin had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Hey Hey……"

Zhenjun Yuantiao ignored Xu Hu at all, dragging his long and narrow body, lowering his head to gnaw on his right arm that was half dissolved due to the toxin.

The injuries on his body caused by Xu Hu healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"you……"

Xu Hu coughed a few times, and his palms were filled with fragments of internal organs that looked like rocks. His left hand weakly pointed at True Monarch Yuan Ming, and he collapsed to the ground.

After Zhenjun Yuantiao finished eating his right arm, he looked satisfied and his cultivation level actually increased.

Although he is not ready to be promoted or established, his spiritual power is undoubtedly stronger, which shows the horror of the acquired poison that burns the heart.

"I originally came to Caishikou just for An, and I have long wanted to try the taste of the fake alchemy beast cultivator. It must be extremely delicious."

Lord Yuantiao whispered softly in Xu Hu's ear. The latter's pupils had dilated and he could not speak even though he opened his mouth several times.

Xu Hu could only watch helplessly as Zhenjun Yuanxi lay on his body to eat.

He completely lost all awareness of his body, and could not detect any pain on his brows.

Xu Hu looked around with difficulty and found that poisonous smoke was all over the market entrance. Master Yuanming did not kill them all, just to ensure freshness.

He couldn't help but be a little pessimistic.

All the monks will turn into mud and become the food of True Monarch Yuan Ming.

Xu Hu knew how terrifying it was to be burned by a hundred poisons. Zhenjun Yuanxi was surrounded by poisonous smoke and was almost invincible. Even An Gang had to avoid the edge for a while.

He laughed bitterly, it was no longer important whether he could solve the beast disaster.

"Hey Hey……"

Zhenjun Yuantiao let out an expectant laugh and swallowed Xu Hu's legs in a moment.

He listened to the beast's roar at Caishikou, which sounded so sweet and beautiful that even his tail couldn't help but secrete purple-green mucus.

"Shi Ji has been keeping an eye on Tian Changwen. No alchemy monks will come to support him."

True Monarch Yuan Ming was breathing heavily, and Xu Hu was just an appetizer. After he ate An Gang, and with the help of the little human head, he would definitely have the opportunity to condense the multi-limb golden elixir.

“It tastes so delicious.”

He devoured half of Xu Hu's body and then deliberately stopped.

It's not that Zhenjun Yuanmi has any mercy, but he wants to use the corpse spirit root of the monk in the weak crown stage to condense the golden elixir and then enjoy it.

In order to ensure the integrity of the zombie spirit root, he divided a dozen arms to hold Xu Hu.

Ignoring the beast cultivator, True Lord Yuan Ming headed straight towards the entrance to Caishikou. Wherever he passed, the ground was full of corroded holes.

No one dared to stop Zhenjun Yuanmi, even Daozi Qingming, who was also a Taoist, was still not enough in front of the perfect weak crown stage.

Zhenjun Yuantiao walked into the hinterland of the magic circle in a swaggering manner.

Because of the injuries suffered by the man-bear monster, the entrance to Caishikou became dilapidated, and the stench of rotten blood spiritual power was extremely weak.

Xu Hu was placed outside the door.

Zhenjun Yuantiao couldn't wait to spit out the viscous gastric juice, wrapped it around Xu Hu, and after a moment, it formed a piece of crystal clear amber.

He nodded with satisfaction, dug into the soil and waited.

The movements of the man-bear beast became more and more intense, the beast's roar became weaker, and there were faint sounds of heavy objects knocking.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

When Caishikou fell into dead silence, the fog slowly disappeared, indicating the end of the beast's disaster in disguise.

The monks sitting in charge were not happy about this. After all, An Gang was bound to be injured. Facing the prosperous True Monarch Yuan Ming, the chance of winning was really slim.

What will greet them is most likely death.

The mist loomed, and a figure walked out of the doorway. The corners of Zhenjun Yuanxi's mouth curled up to his ears, and saliva flowed out unconsciously.

He slowly approached the other party from the ground.

Zhenjun Yuantiao planned to feast his eyes on it, but the figure that appeared was not An Gang, but a beast cultivator in the middle stage of the weak crown.

He suppressed the restlessness in his heart and remained dormant.

Li Mo walked towards Xu Hu in a seemingly ordinary way. The moment his palm touched amber, his skin turned purple-green due to the poisonous erosion.

Zhenjun Yuantong didn't take it seriously.

Insect poison smelted from hundreds of toxins is by no means a mid-term weak crown...

His eyes widened, and he saw that Li Mo had absorbed all the toxins on his skin, and at the same time absorbed the poison from Xu Hu's body.

Not only did Li Mo not pay the price, but his face became even more rosy.

"Tao body, the Tao body that resists poison..."

Unable to hold it any longer, Zhenjun Yuantiao jumped up from the soil and crawled towards Li Mo with dozens of hands and feet.

He didn't know Li Mo's identity, but he definitely had the power of Taoism.

If Li Mo is also in the false elixir stage, he will be a natural enemy who has no power to fight back.

"Well done to you, True Lord Yuantong."

As soon as Zhenjun Yuantiao emerged from the soil, a two-meter elephant foot stepped down hard, causing the ground of more than a hundred meters to collapse instantly.

"An Gang!"

True Lord Yuantiao opened his bloody mouth, and thick poisonous smoke spurted out.

An Gang didn't hesitate at all, and walked towards Zhenjun Yuanciao with elephant feet. The sound of the two fighting against each other caused the cracks to spread.

Li Mo had no intention of intervening in the fight, it might only have the opposite effect.

He carried Xu Hu and evacuated, removing Xu Hu's toxins while doing so, and the missing limbs were surgically transplanted.

However, if Xu Hu wants to recover completely, he may need to nourish his limbs with spiritual power for a long time. Fortunately, his vital signs have stabilized.

"Thank you very much, nothing can be done in return."

"Don't worry about me, help stabilize the injuries of the other comrades first."

Xu Hu opened his eyes. He saw Li Mo's previous actions and understood that the latter's Taoist body could restrain hundreds of poisons and burn the heart.

Li Mo didn't reply. He found that after the roe owl swallowed its body and digested the toxins, the medicinal properties of the three Peiyuan fruits actually increased for two years.

He couldn't help but look hot as he stared at the poisonous smoke that filled the market entrance.

Seeing that Li Mo had no reaction, Xu Hu couldn't help but repeat, for fear of not hearing clearly: "Li Mo, is there any way to get rid of the poisonous smoke?"

Li Mo snorted, and dense venomous bees suddenly surged out of his mouth and nose.

The breath mist of the Ten Refiners is completely different from the ordinary middle-grade magic weapon.

The number was so exaggerated that it was overwhelming, and the swarms of poisonous bees rushed towards the poisonous smoke, contaminating their bodies with poison, and then sent them back to Li Mo.

"Hahahahaha."

An Gang laughed loudly. Even though his body was covered with poisonous wounds, he knew that with Li Mo's presence, the situation in Caishikou had been reversed.

After suppressing the poison, he unilaterally suppressed True Lord Yuan Ming.

True Lord Yuan Ming twisted his body angrily and spit out the poison bead magic weapon from his mouth. He wanted to get rid of the injured An Gang as soon as possible, but found that An Gang was inside the Caishi's mouth and was almost unharmed.

"Duomu, if you are lucky enough to survive, I will definitely crush you to ashes."

The monk in charge moved closer to Li Mo, on the one hand to prevent the poisonous smoke from invading, and on the other hand, the key to victory or defeat now was to protect Li Mo.

The medicinal power of Pei Yuan Guo continued to accumulate, and soon reached the two-hundred-year mark.

In addition to the role of the roe owl swallowing his body, there was also the relationship between the leakage-free body locking the essence, and Li Mo even felt like he was not being replenished.

"salamander."

The beast cultivators only heard Li Mo's muttering to himself, and then Li Mo's body shriveled up, revealing a fifteen-meter giant salamander.

There is a towering ancient tree above the head of the salamander. Its head shakes slightly, and little bits of life fall out.

Although it would not heal the injury, the salamander's vitality could at least prevent it from getting worse and at the same time suppress the toxins in the animal cultivator's body.

Li Mo stared at Pei Yuan Guo. Its medicinal power was difficult to break through to three hundred years. Unfortunately, there was not much poisonous smoke from the outside world and he could not go further.

Even so, the three-hundred-year-old Pei Yuan Fruit has endless magical uses.

The tattooed beast can be reborn through the medicinal power of Pei Yuan Fruit, which can also be used to nourish the organs and body, or improve the quality of the corpse mountain.

After Li Mo completely cleared away the poisonous smoke, the puppet cultivator couldn't help but feel depressed. He left more than a dozen corpses in a panic and reluctantly evacuated.

Only True Lord Yuan Ming refused to give in and wanted to die together.

The two of them fought farther and farther away, and their figures disappeared into the thick fog.

Li Mo just took a look. There was a huge gap between the false elixir stage and the weak crown stage. The condensed spiritual power of Zhenjun Yuantiao was enough for him to drink a pot.

Li Mo took advantage of his medical skills to repair the injuries of the monks, while at the same time he was distracted by sorting out the harvest at Caishikou.

An Gang did not compete with Li Mo for the corpse of the human-bear monster. The space in the evergreen tree was filled with flesh and bones, and there were nearly five thousand contribution points.

After Li Mo finished all the operations, An just returned to Caishikou.

An Gang's expression was gloomy. He held the half-meter-long body of Zhenjun Yuanming in his hand, threw it to Li Mo and said, "Since your Dao body can absorb toxins, take the flesh and blood."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the Yamen, obviously not in a good mood.

Xu Hu smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then whispered to Li Mo: "It should be the order of Shopkeeper Tian, ​​who intends to let Master Yuan Mi go."

"Why?"

"I heard that there is no peace at the slaughterhouse. Even if An Gang can kill Zhenjun Yuanmi, he will probably lose his fighting power in a short time."

Xu Hu patted Li Mo on the shoulder and staggered towards the building.

The surviving monks bowed respectfully and thanked Li Mo, then stood up and left one after another. The Yamen was responsible for cleaning the battlefield.

Li Mo looked at the Yamen and watched An Gang's Bingxing Palace escape to the south.

The spiritual tablet in my arms was warm.

Li Mo checked helplessly, and it turned out that it was also about the trouble in the slaughterhouse, but Tian Changwen did not let the calligraphy and painting hall go directly.

It's just that somewhere near the slaughterhouse, logistical support is provided to encircle and suppress the animal disaster.

Li Mo also has time to digest the harvest.