Immortal Immortal

The old man who burned fire closed his eyes and crossed his legs, and activated the turbid blood spiritual power in his middle Dantian, and bursts of rich smoke suddenly emerged from the pores all over his body.

His expression was a little complicated.

I can clearly feel that the middle Dantian does not belong to me, and my spiritual power is not obtained through practice, but I can still control it like an arm.

What is the origin of Taishang Qingtian? What are the ambitions of getting involved in the Wusheng Cult?

Forget it, it has nothing to do with me.

No matter whether the living festival goes well or not, no one can leave unscathed.

The old man who burned fire opened his eyes, and pus and blood flowed out uncontrollably from his facial features, but his breath had become stable, "You... I don't know what you want to achieve in the living festival?"

"The best spiritual stone, Yin-blood attribute."

After hesitating for a few seconds, the old man who burned fire quickly nodded in agreement. As if he thought of something, he started to say crazy words.

Li Mo sighed when he saw this, and then a large number of mountain mosquitoes poured into the cave.

The old man who burned the fire became nervous, and then he noticed that the Gu insect was carrying a storage bag, and then he felt relieved and showed an expression of relief.

Li Mo threw the storage bag to Old Man Shaohuo, which contained a lifelike human skin robe and a large amount of corpse wine to suppress injuries.

"Old Shaohuo, I hope you can hold on for a while longer."

"I won't die, at least not before I get into that damn place."

The old man who burned the fire took out the corpse wine and poured it directly into his mouth. Suddenly, the sound of liquid sizzling on the iron was heard in the cave.

"What a drink!"

Under the influence of corpse wine, his injuries immediately showed a tendency to heal, and alcohol also stabilized his mental state.

"what is your name?"

"Zhao Gonghuo."

The Old Man Shaohuo tore off large swaths of charred skin, poured corpse wine over it to encourage new skin to grow, and then laboriously crawled to the outside world.

When he saw the sun, he stood blankly at the entrance of the cave.

Li Mo took back all the mountain mosquitoes from the outside world, and then through the foundation-building insects, he could detect every move of Old Man Huohuo.

He was afraid that Old Man Shaohuo would die unexpectedly, and originally wanted Guihu to protect his safety.

Later, it was discovered that Old Man Shaohuo was very cautious and relied on his human skin robe to easily transform into a casual cultivator and blend into the outside world.

After taking his great-great-grandson to a small immortal sect, he headed to the nearest black market for casual cultivators.

Old Man Shaohuo used the magic sect's methods to quickly win over a group of casual cultivators and control them all with special poison pills.

It was obvious that he had done everything possible to make Zao Lord Siming pay the price.

Li Mo observed the words and deeds of Old Man Shaohuo, but because the latter could not reveal information about Vacuum's hometown, most of his actions seemed extremely inexplicable.

Although he didn't know why, he didn't interfere too much.

Every time Old Man Shaohuo passed by Zao Lord Siming's temple, Li Mo could feel the resentment in Old Man Shaohuo's heart through the foundation-building insects.

In addition to casual cultivators, Master Futu found that there were many disciples of the Immortal Sect who seemed to be eager to pay attention to the Life Festival.

It can be seen that the plan of the Wusheng Cult has a huge impact.

Li Mo waited patiently for the life festival to approach, and at the same time, he used his pure and turbid blood spiritual power to prepare for promotion to the Nascent Soul stage.

He had been sitting in the cave in the green mountain for ten years. His hometown was so peaceful that nothing happened, and none of the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators showed any reaction.

He once thought that perhaps the location of the secret realm of life was not in his vacuum hometown.

As a result, one day, a slight vibration suddenly occurred deep underground in Luozu.

A massive amount of spiritual energy surged toward the gap in Luo Zu's head, and the originally rich spiritual energy suddenly experienced a half-breath vacuum.

"coming."

The eagerness in Li Mo's eyes flashed, and he looked towards the source of the strangeness.

Luo Zu is a giant corpse without a head or limbs, but at this moment, in the gap in the dark neck, there are countless tentacle-like flesh sprouts wriggling.

"What the hell, are you coming to life?"

Li Mo realized that it was no wonder that Wu Sheng Cult believed that Wu Sheng's mother was not dead.

If he saw it correctly, Luo Zu would give birth to a head, and perhaps the complete head would indicate the beginning of the living ceremony.

"My old mother has no life, my hometown is empty."

Luo Zu's millions of grays, without exception, all knelt on the ground.

They recited the mantras of the Inanimate Cult, and their expressions were full of enthusiasm, as if the Inanimate Festival was really celebrating the birth of the Inanimate Mother.

Immediately afterwards, the pill-forming demon cultivator also joined the ranks.

Finally, there is the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator.

One chant after another runs through the vacuum hometown, echoing in the boundless Niwan Palace.

The grass and tree monks seemed to be infected. They also knelt on the mountain and worshiped, but they were reciting Li Mo's name. Fortunately, others could not understand.

Li Mo signaled the tattooed beast to follow suit, and he did the same thing.

There are weird things everywhere in Vacuum's hometown, and now he can't help but wonder whether Wusheng Mother is still alive...

The mantra of the Inanimate Sect lasted for a full hundred days before it stopped.

Because of the chanting day and night, tens of thousands of gray people turned into withered bones due to exhaustion, but there was no trace of sadness on the faces of the living.

They are still immersed in the worship of the inanimate old mother.

On the contrary, there were no casualties among the plant monks. They could replenish nutrients by taking root in the mountain, and some even achieved a breakthrough in their realm without knowing it.

Li Mo looked towards Rushan Mountain, the highest altitude, and heard a hoarse female voice.

"Calling the Infinite Pure Void Supreme Saint the True Master of all spirits in the ten directions in the three realms."

"The children are kneeling in the east forest, answering the correct number to identify their mother. She is a loving mother without birth, and her kindness is boundless. She has given the scriptures to pass through the world and sent Dharma vessels. The fax scriptures are hung with golden threads to guide all living beings to return to the vacuum."

"I'm here, my mother-in-law."

"Wusheng old mother is here..."

Li Mo frowned slightly, and the voice that spoke made his heart palpitate. I am afraid that the other party's cultivation level is not only at the Nascent Soul stage, but also at the distraction stage?

After the female voice finished reciting, Luo Zu returned to calm.

All the demon cultivators seemed to have been baptized, their thoughts became clearer, and all they talked about was the deeds of Wusheng Old Mother.

Li Mo closed his eyes and rested his mind. He knew that the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator would definitely come to his door soon.

As time goes by, the turbid blood spiritual power has reached the point where it can no longer be purified, causing the turbid blood golden elixir to show signs of a breakthrough.

If Li Mo hadn't tried his best to suppress it, perhaps the Zhuoxue Golden Pill would have given birth to the Nascent Soul.

Unknowingly, six years had passed, and it was only three years before the Life Festival, when we saw the Immortal of Fortune approaching in the direction of the Qingshan Cave.

Doumu Yuanjun and Golden Light Holy Mother also paid attention to Qingshan Cave Sky.

Although the three of them had expressed their goodwill towards Li Mo before, only they knew what they thought in their hearts.

The Buddha Earth Immortal walked among the clouds, shrinking his size to about 700 meters like Li Mo. At least his appearance was extremely low.

"Fellow Supreme Daoist, I haven't seen you for a long time, but your cultivation has improved again."

Fude Dixian swept across the Qingshan Cave and saw that the number of grass and tree monks had increased, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

He often paid attention to Li Mo and found that the latter had always been in a state of cultivation and rarely took care of Qingshan Cave. As a result, he relied on believers to develop on his own, and it had begun to take shape.

The Fudidi Immortal increasingly felt that the value of the Vegetation Monk was far greater than that of the Gray Man.

"The husband is good at what he does."

Doumu Yuanjun stared at Li Mo with charming eyes from a distance, and his face continued to change between male and female, making Li Mo even more afraid.

"The Immortal of Fortune is a rare visitor."

Li Mopi responded with a smile.

Fu Dexian nodded and said: "I wonder where the temple of Taishang Qingtian is built. I can ask the temple ministers under me to pay more attention to it."

"Ford Immortal, you must also know my identity in this world, so you will naturally place the statue of the Wusheng God in the gate of your home."

"Hahaha, that's it."

Fudidi Immortal laughed a few times and realized that Li Mo was indeed invincible, and only the Ziqi sect could penetrate the Tianwaitian Crater.

The two of them started chatting around Zi Qi Pai in a nonchalant manner.

The Immortal of Fortune is constantly testing him, his words seem to be intimate, but every word contains traps.

Li Mo looked a little impatient and said straight to the point: "Fude Earth Immortal, are you here to discuss the matter of the Living Ceremony?"

Immortal Fu De was not angry and said with a smile: "Of course, it seems that you have also heard about the Life Ceremony, Taishang Qingtian."

"I just heard about it, I don't know much about it."

"This matter does contain great opportunities, and I didn't intend to hide it, but we don't know the specific matters of the Life Festival."

Fudidi Immortal said some superficial words, and at the same time he was testing the situation overtly and covertly.

Seeing that Li Mo didn't reveal much information, he said: "The number of places in the Life Festival is really limited, but I am willing to give up twenty places to you, Supreme Qingtian."

"Then how do you participate in the living festival?"

"Each life festival is different, so it's best to leave it to a familiar monk from the same discipline. The possibility of finding an opportunity is higher..."

Fudidi Immortal obviously wanted the Ziqi Sect to participate in the Life Festival, and promised some cherished resources in exchange.

"I have to think about it. You also know that the Ziqi sect rarely interferes with external affairs."

Li Mo was a little confused in his heart. What was the significance of letting the Ziqi Sect participate in the Living Festival? Will it affect the interests of the Living Sect?

"Hahaha, that's good, but Taishang Qingtian, you don't have to make a decision in a hurry. The Life Festival happens every hundred years."

Fudidi Immortal seemed very sure that Li Mo would betray the Ziqi Sect. After scanning the grass and tree monks with his peripheral vision, he turned and left the Qingshan Cave.

Li Mo stared at the back of Fu Dexian for a long time, and after a while he meditated again.

He did not intend to let the Ziqi sect get involved. On the one hand, the qi cultivator could not leave the sect at all, and on the other hand, the Ziqi sect had just recovered its strength.

If the Wu Sheng Sect sees the clues, it is likely to introduce trouble into the Zi Qi Sect.

"What kind of benefits will come from the living festival?"

Li Mo paid attention to Old Man Shaohuo. The loose cultivators that the latter had attracted had already formed a large scale, but his actions were a bit too extreme.

Old Man Shaohuo has used poisonous elixirs to control the rogue cultivators, and performs animal sacrifices every day to deepen others' piety towards Wusheng Old Mother.

As the living festival approaches.

There are a large number of fanatical followers of Wusheng Laomu in the world of immortality cultivation, not only among casual cultivators, but also among various immortal sects.

After Luo Zu's head grew a skeletal outline, Li Mo immediately recognized that his appearance was exactly that of the ancient world of immortality...

Fairy Luofu.