Immortal Immortal

The sun was shining brightly, and the Black Wind Ridge, which was composed of the inner beasts, was actually divided into day and night.

Li Mo noticed a lot of details.

The butcher with the head of a pig and the body of a pig could see traces of stitching at the joint between the human skin and the pig skin on his neck. Blood was constantly seeping out from it, and his clothes had long been dyed bright red.

The other monsters were in the same condition, so there was a smell of blood in the air.

"He's the little demon who's new to Black Wind Ridge. Why don't you come with the newly grown camellia?

The weasel-faced salesman stopped and put down the shoulder pole, but accidentally tore off half of the human skin on his arm.

The salesman carefully put the skin back on, still greeting Li Mo.

"Come and take a look."

Li Mo squinted his eyes and looked at the salesman, who kept chattering: "You don't need any money. I think you have just become wise. Eating more camellia can increase your qi and blood."

The salesman opened the wooden box and found that it was full of dried brains, which looked fluffy and black, and indeed looked a bit like tea leaves.

The brain flower was wrapped in oil and gave off a strange smell unique to spiritual materials.

Li Mo guessed that the brain flower came from animals. It seemed that taking it was beneficial to Qi and blood, but the disadvantages were unknown.

"No need."

He waved his hand and refused, finally getting rid of the weasel salesman.

As a result, before taking two steps, he was stopped by a half-length deer selling herbal medicine. No matter what Li Mo did, he just stuffed a few herbal medicines into his mouth.

The roots of the herb were stained with flesh and blood, as if they had been grown from corpses.

It can be seen that all the resources in Black Wind Ridge are built on the corpses of the same kind, making the monsters behave like they are feeding livestock.

Li Mo refused all kinds of good intentions, and the monster with a deformed head showed a distorted smile, as if it was a monk who did good deeds and accumulated virtues.

He was so troubled and deliberately avoided it, and simply turned into the streets and alleys.

There are similar scenes everywhere in the town. Those monsters with no human characteristics are treated like stars.

After taking the spiritual materials, the monster's physique increases, and at the same time, it feels like it is weak and unreplenished.

"Black Wind Ridge..."

Li Mo stood in the shadows, frightening away several monsters with a real aura, and released a large number of poisonous bees from his mouth and nose to explore the town deeply.

He found that the layout of Heifeng Ridge was similar to that of Melting Town, except that there was no distinction between inner and outer cities. The houses near the center were generally on higher ground.

Li Mo is in Xicheng, but unfortunately he has not found any trace of Han Cai and the two.

He walked along the shadows in the West City and noticed that there were many temples in Heifeng Ridge. The gods they worshiped had no names, and their images were three heads, six arms and eight legs, with many human characteristics.

The temple is full of incense, and the strange beasts coming in and out have pious expressions on their faces.

"The rules of Black Wind Ridge seem to be more perfect than those of the beasts we have come into contact with."

Li Mo raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sun had already set at the foot of the mountain. He followed the poisonous bee's guidance and headed to an abandoned temple.

Because the poisonous bees acted as eyeliners, even though Li Mo's human-bear body was too large, he still quietly missed all the strange beasts.

When Li Mo arrived at the ruined temple, most of the light in the sky had dimmed.

The flow of time in Black Wind Ridge is obviously faster than that in the outside world. It always feels like half a day has passed in just two hours.

The only remaining sun hung at the foot of the mountain, and the streets were still lively, but the monsters began to keep their distance, and communication became less and less.

They spread out intentionally, as if waiting for something.

"A strange beast is doing good? I believe you are a ghost."

Although the ruined temple was leaking air from all directions, it was located on a higher ground and could clearly see the situation in the west city, and there was already an invisible chill in the air.

Li Mo summoned the ghost tiger to hide in the dark, waiting for the true face of Black Wind Ridge to be revealed.

Perhaps it was because the ruined temple was so remote, and the monsters gathered in such large numbers, that there was not even a monster within several thousand meters around Li Mo.

Li Mo was worried at first, but soon became unscrupulous.

Seeing that only the base of the statue enshrined in the ruined temple was left, he simply sat cross-legged on the altar and chewed the middle-grade spiritual stone to replenish his cultivation.

The Dantian is filling up little by little, and the progress of the weak crown middle stage has been completed for less than half, which is also related to the fact that Li Mo will be distracted from practicing whenever he has free time.

When the sun sets, the remaining light disappears completely.

The noisy streets suddenly fell silent, and Black Wind Ridge's goodwill disappeared. The monsters involuntarily made swallowing movements, and their breathing became heavier and heavier.

Dark night fell, and a beast roar broke the calm.

The weasel showed a treacherous expression. In one breath he was still selling camellia, but in the next breath his ferocious nature was revealed and he dropped the pole directly.

It tore at the clothes it was wearing, with patches of human skin all over its body, and the blood that oozed out was dark red, looking extremely weird.

The human skins obviously came from different monks, and it was unknown how many pieces were related to Hu Wen.

The weasel couldn't wait to pounce on the nearest monster, but the latter didn't react in time, and its internal organs were directly pulled out by its sharp claws.

It dragged the body to the roadside and bit into its internal organs.

Scenes of monsters killing each other are constantly taking place in the streets of Black Wind Ridge, like the most primitive carnival, where good and evil are only distinguished by the color of the sky.

When the weasel devoured the corpse, the other monsters did not interfere.

When the internal organs were empty, the weasel's expression became pious, and he knelt down in front of the corpse and recited a requiem in a strange accent.

"The first is the fear of the sky, the second is the tranquility of the earth, the third is the fear of lingering souls, ghosts and demons..."

After the weasel recited the requiem, he used his claws to cut open the human skin of the corpse. The excitement in his heart could be seen from his trembling arms.

It held the human skin in the palm of its hand, gestured to cut off its own flesh, and then used steel needles to sew it up bit by bit, even though it grimaced in pain.

It was just a piece of human skin, and the weasel's aura suddenly surged a little.

"I'm going to turn into a human being!!"

The weasel couldn't help but dance. When the surrounding monsters saw that it had finished mending the human skin, they rushed towards it with greed in their eyes.

The human skin changed hands several times, stimulating their behavior to become more and more crazy.

Transformation into humans is the rule of Black Wind Ridge. Monsters will instinctively pursue it. The act of giving spiritual materials to the same kind is more like fattening and then killing.

Some of the newly born monsters did not have human skin. After a brief daze, they couldn't help but join in the bloody fight.

Rustling, rustling...

There was a monster that was seriously injured and headed towards the ruined temple.

Li Mo opened his eyes.

Without waiting for the monster to react, the ghost tiger opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it directly, then shook its head and returned to Li Mo as if claiming credit.

After Li Mo collected part of the monster's blood, he directly ingested the corpse into the corpse mountain.

The evergreen tree devoured blood hungrily, and the fruits on the branches grew rapidly. Its surface was covered with vascular sarcoma, beating like a heart, making the monsters salivate.

The rest of the corpse was absorbed by the mountain of corpses in the blink of an eye and turned into nutrients.

Li Mo couldn't help but feel moved.

In his opinion, Heifeng Ridge is a blessed land filled with resources.

It is roughly estimated that there are at least two to three thousand monsters in Black Wind Ridge, and the energy is constantly being replenished. It is unjustifiable not to harvest a wave.

Li Mo licked his lips and closed his eyes to communicate with the poisonous bees in the town.

He was not in a hurry to take action. He first found out the reality of the monster. Then Han Cai and the two of them should plan ways to deal with the tiger monster.

Li Mo always felt that Shi Ji could not sit still and wait for death.

Putting himself in Shi Ji's perspective, even if he couldn't find a way to break the situation, he would consider placing a puppet cultivator in the beast disaster.

"It would be unrealistic to say that there are no puppet cultivators in Black Wind Ridge, which is full of houses."

Li Mo laughed strangely. He planned to play tricks on Chen Cang to see what the effect would be, and also test whether there was a puppet cultivator.

His thoughts moved slightly, and the ghost tiger disappeared into the night.

The ghost tiger takes the initiative to wander around the nearby streets, mainly to sneak attack on the monsters that have been seriously injured. If there are any monsters that cannot be defeated, they will hide in the shadows and escape.

The fighting in Heifeng Ridge continued until the sun rose.

Then the monsters seemed to regain their senses, and Li Mo even heard faint sobbing, even though their bodies were covered in blood.

The monsters cleaned the streets and washed the cracks in the floor tiles with well water over and over again. The minced meat and bones were placed in coffins and sent to various temples.

There is an open space at the gate of the city, and new monsters are born from it.

First, palace-like organs grew and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then all kinds of strange beasts emerged from it blankly.

With its organs failing, the monster took steps to merge into the Black Wind Ridge.

Li Mo sneered and shook his head. It was said that most of the inner beasts were former monks from Rongzhen who fled into the inner city before they died.

But the tiger monster in Black Wind Ridge is a little different.

It is said that the tiger monster can be traced back to two thousand years ago and may have always existed in the inner city. Li Mo even suspected that it was related to the Heart Beast Sect.

After a night of observation, Li Mo has figured out the difference in strength between the monsters.

By transplanting 30% of human skin, it can reach the early stage of Weak Crown; by transplanting 50% of human skin, the monster can be comparable to the middle stage of Weak Crown; when it is about 70%, it is equivalent to the late stage of Weak Crown.

Li Mo had never seen a monster in the false elixir stage, but the fighting in Black Wind Ridge was in an infinite cycle, so there was no reason why there shouldn't be monsters that transformed into humans.

"It's an evacuation anyway, let's restore the state to its peak first."

Li Mo regarded Heifeng Ridge as a retreat place with peace of mind, and secretly planned how to deal with the monsters and harvest the resources of the beasts.

Time passed by unconsciously.

Li Mo stood still and took advantage of the venomous bees' concealment characteristics to cover the entire area near the ruined temple and find out the habits of the strange beasts.

Generally speaking, the intelligence of the monsters in Black Wind Ridge is indeed very dull. No matter how strong they are, they still repeat according to established rules.

"Perhaps the only way is to make the monster willingly sacrifice its flesh and blood."

The idea in Li Mo's mind gradually became complete, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

In order to ensure that the breath would not be leaked, he simply arranged it with Lingyin wood, and then used the evergreen fruit as the main material to refine the magical weapon.

For the first time, Li Mo did not refine the magic weapon according to the manual, but he did not create his own magic weapon, and the finished product only had a storage function.

The magical artifact is a statue more than five meters long, with three heads, six arms and eight legs. The metal spiritual material used is mixed with two evergreen fruits.

Li Mo hesitated for a few moments and carved the opening chapter of the Nandoudu Human Scripture on the face of the statue.

The strange beasts in Black Wind Ridge had some intention, as if the desire deep in their instincts was awakened, but it disappeared before they could be understood.

There was a giant eight-armed spider hanging upside down on the edge of the southern city. He murmured with a strange expression.

"Huh? It shouldn't be this guy Li Mo, right?"

"No matter what, Disciple Li Mo still knows how to use his discretion so as not to cause too much trouble. Let's find a few puppet cultivators first."