Immortal Immortal

The sudden death ritual made Black Wind Ridge extremely lively, with groups of strange beasts parading everywhere during the day.

They wore Taoist robes and ornaments and chanted complicated formulas.

Occasionally, you can see strange beasts carrying statues on their backs, circling the Black Wind Ridge. It can be seen that the beast's disaster has caused some changes invisibly.

To say it was out of control would be an understatement.

After all, the monsters in Black Wind Ridge are all the tiger's minions, and they should continue to fight within the constraints of the rules.

The nameless temple where Li Mo is located is the busiest. Even if you don't get close, you can smell the strong smell of incense.

There were countless strange beasts coming and going, their expressions were extremely fanatical, and they wanted to kneel down and kowtow.

At the entrance of the crowded temple, a multi-armed monk suddenly appeared. The monsters around him seemed not to notice him.

Master Fenglin lowered his head and walked around the temple as if there was no one else around.

His flesh was rotten, and there were more than a dozen tiny arms on both sides of his face. They were constantly moving with his breathing, making him look inexplicably weird.

Master Fenglin touched the beast rosary embedded in his forehead. The magic weapon made his aura close to the beast, so he was able to wander into the Black Wind Ridge unharmed.

"What a hell..."

"There are obviously no chess pieces of Tian Changwen in the outside world, and there is not even a single building to guard against beasts, so why would a beast cultivator come to Black Wind Ridge?"

Master Fenglin couldn't help but murmur to himself, and then joined the two fellow puppet cultivators.

They exchanged information with each other, and Master Fenglin also realized that the unknown temple on the top of the mountain was the source, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

The three people then repeatedly confirmed that there was no ambush in the temple.

It wasn't until the sun set that they dared to cautiously walk into the main hall of the temple. When they saw the statue with three heads, six arms and eight legs, they couldn't help but gasp.

"Magical weapon?"

A puppet cultivator murmured in disbelief.

Master Fenglin nodded, the greed in his eyes was indescribable.

They noticed that a strange beast poured the same kind of flesh and blood on the surface of the statue, and then the magic weapon came into play, absorbing all the flesh and blood.

Obviously, there is a mustard space inside the statue, which is specially used to store flesh and blood.

Although they were confused as to why the statue was respected by the monsters, one thing was certain that the magical weapon was artificially refined not long ago.

Master Fenglin came to Black Wind Ridge to seek wealth, but hunting monsters at night alone was too inefficient. At the same time, he had to ensure that the monsters would not detect their traces.

Now there is an opportunity before us. The statue represents inexhaustible spiritual materials.

"Fellow Taoist Fenglin, look..."

"Let's leave first. At least we have to find the beast cultivator behind the scenes."

Master Fenglin winked, and then disappeared into the crowded street. Little did he know that his actions were all exposed in Li Mo's eyes.

Li Mo sneered.

He had already expected that there might be puppet cultivators in Black Wind Ridge, but he did not expect that the number of puppet cultivators that had infiltrated was quite large. There were estimated to be twenty or thirty people in the four urban areas.

Li Mo didn't care.

He knew that it was impossible for Shiji to send fake alchemy stage monks to Black Wind Ridge, and that weak crown stage monks at the same level could not do anything to him.

Well... well, the Yin sub-peak of Corpse Mountain is barely inhabited.

Li Mo asked Guihu to hide in the courtyard and continue to focus on raising Gu.

He became more and more interested in monsters.

Different from the monster beasts in the ancient world of immortality, monsters are terrifyingly uncertain and can multiply into another species at any time.

Li Mo looked at the cage, which contained fifteen apes and strange beasts. The highest number in the past few days was twenty-six.

The monsters are all restrained by clavicle sealing chains, otherwise a fight would be inevitable.

"Most of them have taken the evergreen fruit more than five times. Only the mandrill beast has survived seven times. Let's continue to speed up the progress."

Unfortunately, the effect of the evergreen fruit is getting weaker and weaker, making it difficult for the monster to be promoted to the weak crown stage. This shows that there are still certain limitations.

Li Mo's attention fell on the mandrill, which was more than three meters tall.

Even if the mandrill is sitting cross-legged, it is one head taller than the other monsters. The hair on its body is exploding, and its exposed back is covered with flesh sprouts, trying to entangle the other monsters around it.

He threw the evergreen fruit again, and after the monsters rushed to devour it, explosions of flesh and blood collapsing were heard one after another in the cage.

The mandrill beast is still alive, and its tail has transformed into a tentacle shape.

Li Mo paid no attention to the cage, and while waiting for the strange beast to digest the fruit's medicinal power, he began to copy the ape's paintings.

Seeing Li Mo lower his head to paint, the strange mandrill flicked its tail quietly.

puff.

The tail directly pierced the chest of a monster, greedily sucking the blood, and the mandrill monster couldn't help but roar.

Li Mo was concentrating, and unknowingly, the ape in the painting gradually moved closer to the mandrill, revealing an indescribable "malice".

He stared intently at the painting, which only encouraged the massacre in the cage.

The mandrill monster was enjoying the pain of its kind before death, its expression became ferocious and terrifying, and its tail harvested monsters one after another.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!"

It immediately broke through to the weak crown stage, and the other monsters became even more difficult to resist, causing the cage to be filled with minced meat.

After the mandrill monster killed all its kind, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared on its forehead.

It struggled desperately, its mind filled with thoughts of tearing Li Mo into pieces, stimulating further alienation of its body.

The clavicle sealing chain used to restrain the mandrill monster was overwhelmed. After all, it was just the embryo of a temporary magical weapon that Li Mo had refined.

The mandrill monster became even more crazy. Under the stimulation of the medicinal power of the evergreen tree fruit, deformed arms actually grew in the ribs to resist the clavicle sealing chain.

Seeing that the strange mandrill beast was about to open the clavicle sealing chain, it suddenly became quiet.

It leaned over and looked at Li Mo outside the cage, a trace of fear flashing in its eyes. The latter exuded chilling malice.

The strange mandrill beast seemed to be pressed at the bottom of the mountain, breathing heavily as if it were drowning.

After Li Mo completed the painting, the mandrill collapsed to the ground in relief, its expression no longer showing its original rebelliousness.

"The mandrill's charm is evil."

"It's a pity. I'm already worried about the tattooed beast's intelligence."

Li Mo put away the painting, opened the cage and walked inside. The mandrill beast became ready to move again, its chest and abdomen rising and falling continuously.

The spinal nerves of the eight arms spread out, and the spider's limbs were three minutes faster than the mandrill beast's tail, piercing directly into the brain from the chin.

The mandrill beast convulsed for a moment, and gradually lost its vitality due to the erosion of poison.

"After the elixir is formed, I might as well cultivate the main tattoo of Hui Qingyi myself. Anyway, I plan to raise strange beasts in the corpse mountain."

Li Mo skillfully dissected the corpse and threw the flesh and blood in the cage into the mountain of corpses. The fourth peak had grown by one-third and was as nutritious as a mid-grade spiritual material.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The high-grade magic weapon was indeed extremely miraculous, but the amount of beast flesh and blood it required was simply outrageous.

With the temple at his back, Li Mo could obtain more than a dozen corpses of strange beasts every day. Even so, the mountain of corpses still had a long way to go before it could be transformed.

Of course, it is somewhat related to the three attributes of Corpse Mountain: Yin, Earth, and Wood, and its potential far exceeds that of ordinary high-grade magic weapons.

Li Mo took the mountain of corpses back into his body, and then used the beast's blood to draw a tattoo of the animal's head on his right shoulder. Naturally, practice makes perfect.

The mandrill head and the golden toad head correspond to each other. As the tattoo on the head is completed, the other tattooed beasts can't help but become restless.

Li Mo's expression was calm, and his left arm was still raised and lowered steadily.

The eight-arm spinal nerve is processing the realistic materials and preparing to complete it in one go.

As soon as the mandrill beast's head took shape, a wave of pure malice rushed towards him, and the grinning thunderous face was like a ghost in the depths of the underworld.

Li Mo used his spiritual power to suppress the uprising of the mandrill head, and continued to transplant hair, fangs and eyes with an expressionless face.

Due to the realistic relationship, the mandrill beast's spirituality has greatly increased, and it has begun to actively absorb the poisonous aura from the outside world, making the other tattooed beasts aware of the crisis and working hard to perform.

Li Mo raised his eyebrows. It was unexpected that the mandrill beast's head contained poisonous aura, so he used Painted Tsing Yi to summon the tattooed beast.

Because it does not maintain much spiritual power and flesh and blood, the mandrill is only half a meter in size.

It had its back hunched over, half-real and half-empty poisonous spiritual power surrounding its body, with injuries that could be seen deep in the bones, and its cloudy eyes were full of malice.

Li Mo patted the mandrill on the head, and the latter immediately made a surrender gesture.

Seeing that the mandrill was so docile, he released the ghost tiger and other tattooed beasts one by one. As a result, the mandrill jumped up and down with teeth and claws.

The ghost tiger couldn't see it for a moment, stretched out its claws and slapped the mandrill fiercely.

While the mandrill was dodging, the poisonous spiritual power exploded violently. In the blink of an eye, three arms grew, and his head was covered with eyes.

It moved around the ghost tiger, its body was still alienating all the time, and it actually suppressed the experienced ghost tiger.

With such a weird ability, even Li Mo couldn't help but look at Mandrill.

However, the alienation of the mandrill is not completely controllable. It needs to constantly adjust its structure, and the spiritual power and flesh required to maintain it is more than that of the golden toad.

The ghost tiger became angry with shame, and his body suddenly swelled up, spitting out thick black smoke, and became looming in the black smoke.

"Oh oh oh..."

The mandrill became eager to fight and pulled out his own ribs, turning them into a long and narrow bone stick.

Seeing that the two were already getting angry, Li Mo stopped them decisively and slapped Mandrill and Ghost Tiger hard on their heads.

"I won't let you do it, you can't do it, understand?"

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, his murderous gaze making the two little guys nod their heads, and the red fox's sarcastic smile came from the side.

The Golden Toad still looked dull, the Kunwhale was soaring in the air minding its own business, and the Salamander tilted its head and didn't understand what was happening.

After Li Mo took back the tattooed beast, he noticed that it was getting late outside.

The never-ending fighting quietly begins.

He had long noticed that the strange beasts enshrined in the nameless temple were faintly united, and they were clearing out their kind from the top of the mountain.

The ghosts who escaped from the tiger's control are almost identical to those in Heshen Village.

Li Mo was even more certain that the strangeness in Heifengling was not just caused by the magical artifact statue, but Hu Wen must be secretly pushing it.

In order to regain the human skin, Hu and Wen could no longer bear it any longer.

"Sigh, it won't work to practice in hiding for a while, so we should deal with the spying cultivators as soon as possible."

"Then let the tattooed beast absorb the Peiyuan Fruit to complete its transformation and prepare to face the tiger monster."