Immortal Immortal

The temple originally had three heads, representing beasts, weapons, and demons respectively. Now there is a ferocious-looking Arhat head.

The Arhat has a green face and fangs, and a blood-red tongue spits out from his open mouth.

There are two lines of words engraved on the tongue.

"The six roots of body and mind are pure, and the troubles of ignorance are eliminated."

The halo behind the head of the temple becomes two layers. The inner side is transformed by mayflies, and the core halo formed by the dazzling Buddha power is larger in area.

The corners of Li Mo's mouth twitched.

He could hear waves of overwhelming sounds coming from the temple's mouth, which contained the most simple truth, but in fact were all nonsense.

If an Arhat is used as the first person to spread the title of a vest, believers will be able to understand the scriptures from the overwhelming sound while worshiping for a long time.

The scriptures allowed Li Mo to better control his followers and even grant him spells.

"Why do you feel that the Buddha's head is more suitable for the Inanimate Cult than the demon's head?"

"It's better to play it safe. After all, the water in the world of immortality is too deep. I don't know how many enemies there are in Buddhism, and I don't know how they died."

Li Mo looked at the small world of Corpse Mountain.

The offerings of the grass and tree monks have begun to promote the spiritual power of the Great Sun.

Upon seeing this, Li Mo made adjustments, giving 90% of the nutrients to the Great Sun's spiritual power to speed up the practice of the Nine Nether Buddha's Light Universal Illumination Sutra as much as possible.

Maybe there will be an accident in the next breath of the Mantra Secret Realm. The spiritual power of the Great Sun can maintain the activity of the three Yuan Yings, and its importance is self-evident.

To ensure safety, it is best to complete the foundation within one year.

"No wonder Buddhism has to engage in some drama of taking over the body and being reborn. Indeed, in ancient times when lifespan was limited, one could become a Buddha in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?"

Li Mo took out a large amount of canned spiritual energy to provide resources for the three Yuan Yings, especially the Soul-Eating Demon Infants and the Chaos Beast Infants who were about to break through.

Compared to the San Yuan Ying, who had everything going smoothly, it took the Great Sun Spiritual Power a full twenty-six days to break through to the second level of the Total Horn Stage.

Li Mo looked helpless.

After coming into contact with the Buddhist cultivation system, he deeply realized what it means to have a long way to achieve immortality, the brain can't stand it, and the innate Taoism is empty talk.

But thankfully, Tao Zhong is subtly perfecting the route of practice.

It was estimated that the total period for the third level would take one month, but the breakthrough was achieved within 23 days.

The proportion of the Great Sun's spiritual energy in the secret realm gradually increased. After the elder Wuzang Sword noticed something was wrong, the frequency of the invisible sword energy accelerated again.

Li Mo gritted his teeth, no longer saving the medicinal power of Pei Yuan Guo, and spent nearly a hundred years to create a new Nascent Soul Stage Corpse Wine.

【Tonic wine】

[Using the nerves of the Nascent Soul cultivator as the medicine, add 7 taels of brain tissue from the monster, and place it in the abdomen of a corpse for eighty years to become distiller's grains. The medicinal effect promotes nerve repair and slightly strengthens the nerves. 】

Li Mo was lying in the wine pool, and the cultivation efficiency of the Great Sun's spiritual power increased by 40%, but the stock of the replenishing wine was only enough to last for thirty years.

Just after noon on the fifteenth day, the spiritual power of the Great Sun reached the fourth level of the total horn stage.

At this time, in the Niwan Palace, the spiritual power of the sun has turned into a starry sky. Whenever the spiritual consciousness comes to the Niwan Palace, it feels like a fish in water.

Li Mo could feel the growth of his spiritual consciousness, but the amplitude was very small.

If the spiritual power of the Great Sun were formed into an infant, his own spiritual consciousness would be far beyond the same realm, and would even be beyond the reach of them.

When the total horn period is complete, the spiritual power of the Great Sun will nourish the spiritual consciousness more obviously.

"Yes, a pleasant surprise."

Li Mo began to absorb the spiritual energy, compressing the spiritual energy bit by bit to impact the foundation building stage.

He was enjoying himself, but fights had broken out in secret towns several times, with a large number of alchemy monks abandoning their shrines in despair.

If you practice and praise the Seven Treasures Sutra, you will be eaten alive by unknown beings; if you forcefully escape from the shrine, you are no match for the Twenty-Four Arhats.

It’s not like no one has tried to get started with a different kind of Yang-type spiritual energy. This is mainly because spiritual root transformation requires corresponding spiritual materials, and the content provided by the White Bone Sect can only go one way.

The remaining pill-forming monks were in the niches, letting out shrill and desperate wails. Their death seemed to be certain.

Even the Yuanying monks are a little sad.

Whoosh whoosh.

There was another wave of invisible sword energy, part of the jade bottle was broken, and several alchemy monks emerged from it, desperately trying to leave the town.

"Amitabha."

The twenty-four Arhats are separated by a hundred meters from each other. Once the Buddha's power is released, the glazed pure land will cover the entire city, leaving the alchemy monks with nowhere to hide.

"Gozo Sword!!!"

Buddha's power seeped into a monk's pores, and his flesh and blood slowly dissolved. The remaining golden elixir became dull as his Dantian was damaged.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Taoist Shanguo stared blankly at each of the monks losing their vitality. His spiritual power in the pill formation stage was only enough to protect him for less than half a minute.

The Twenty-Four Arhats will no longer take action. Anyway, the demons outside the territory are all in the Pure Land of Glazed Glass.

"no."

Taoist Shanguo suddenly thought of something, took out the blade of a magic weapon and stabbed it into his forehead. The blood flowing was crystal clear and gave off a medicinal fragrance.

His eyes were rolling around and he was saying crazy things.

Already mentally broken.

After Taoist Shanguo cut open the skull, he mixed the gold powder with an equal proportion of medicinal materials, and then sprinkled it on the blackened brain.

Brain tissue sizzles.

A faint spiritual energy from the Great Sun surged towards Taoist Shanguo, and his expression became ecstatic.

"Hahaha, I'm done."

Taoist Shanguo found that the resistance of the Pure Land of Glass to him was decreasing, the speed of spiritual root transformation suddenly accelerated, and the Buddha's power was already growing.

The most important thing is that the unknown existence dare not be exposed.

Taoist Shanguo raised his arms high, trying his best to absorb the aura of the great sun, and his brain turned into gold material, with only a few black spots on the surface.

But he was not happy for long, and then he realized something was wrong.

The spiritual power of the sun began to assimilate the golden elixir in the middle Dantian. Even if Taoist Shanguo responded in time, the golden elixir began to mix.

"Amitabha."

The Canaan Arhat nodded lovingly and held out a flowery finger.

Then, the spiritual energy from the outside surged towards Taoist Shanguo.

Taoist Shan Guo smiled stiffly and opened his mouth hesitantly to speak. Then a muffled sound came from his chest, and his body instantly exploded into minced meat.

The broken brain tissue splashed out, and it could be seen that it was already a low-quality spiritual material.

The sudden death of Taoist Shan Guo did not cause panic among the monks. Instead, they thoughtfully prepared themselves in unison.

We can’t wait any longer, the sooner we can get the upper hand.

The atmosphere seemed extremely solemn.

Only the world in the bottle where Li Mo lives is an otherworldly scene of birds singing and flowers fragrant.

The foundation of the Great Sun's spiritual power went more smoothly than expected. Now Niwan Palace is very different, and the boundless mist is rendered golden.

"After being promoted to the weak crown stage, the spiritual power of the Great Sun did not liquefy?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, and his spiritual consciousness came to Niwan Palace without any reservation. As a result, it increased by half with the blessing of the spiritual power of the sun.

Divine consciousness also transformed from the invisible to the tangible.

Li Mo couldn't help but let out his spiritual consciousness, and the halo behind his head increased a hundred times.

Monk Caomu knelt down on the ground with a fervent expression. It was obvious that the spiritual power of the sun had the effect of confusing living beings after being integrated into his spiritual consciousness.

"But, isn't it too pretentious?"

Seeing that Da Ri's spiritual energy was being consumed very quickly, Li Mo withdrew his consciousness again.

"Try phosphorescence."

Li Mo thought, and the spiritual power of the sun effortlessly enveloped the phosphorescence, and there was no strong repulsion between the two.

The spiritual power of the great sun circulates along the blood vessels throughout the body, harmoniously with the phosphorescence.

Li Mo had a hunch that the assimilation of the spiritual power of the Great Sun should enhance the integration of Tao bodies, and he could see the possibility of the birth of new Tao bodies in a short time.

He closed his eyes and continued to practice, but as soon as he was immersed in it, he was interrupted by the piercing sound of a sword.

Li Mo came to his senses after realizing that he was now in the secret realm of mantra, and there was a war about to start outside.

It's almost time.

The monks did not wait for the invisible sword energy to damage the niche before escaping.

The moment the first Nascent Soul cultivator left the world in the bottle, the others set off one after another, with dozens of figures heading in all directions.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Li Mo was slightly surprised. There were a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators in the crowd who chose to have their accessory brain transplanted, and a second deformed head grew out of their necks.

They used their assistant brains to practice and praise the Seven Treasures Sutra, and looked for the shrine of the Five Treasure Swords.

"Comrades, Wu Zangjian regards our lives as playthings. Naturally, it has no intention of giving us a way to survive. The only choice is to kill! Kill!!"

boom.

The demon cultivator's skin turned dark green, and when his spine was broken backwards, five rotten corpse ghosts holding human brains emerged from his abdomen.

The rotting corpse ghost stalked the kowtowing Arhat and fixed his eyes on a shrine.

The demonic cultivator doesn't have much spiritual power to use. If he wants to survive, he can only get back into the world in the bottle, burn the foundation of his Nascent Soul and run towards the shrine.

"Wuzang Sword, take your life."

Old Man Heguo fell upside down, his head burrowed into the ground, and he abandoned his body to escape.

All the monks showed their magical powers and prepared in advance so that they would not be unable to fight back. The White Bone Sect had achieved most of its goals.

Elder Liuhuo stared at the outside world solemnly, his plan had already deviated.

"Junior brother, within a hundred days at most, fellow Nascent Souls will come to the mountain gate to support you. By then, sword refining will most likely be finished..."

"Remember, stay alive."

"Senior brother you."

Elder Shi Jin's eyes were dull, and then he lost contact with Elder Lihuo.

Just when monks were already attacking their niches, the secret realm collapsed and the ground cracked for no apparent reason, and cracks appeared on the ground.

"The Wuzang Sword Sect has been established for 3,500 years and has never been discontinued. This sword will definitely be completed!"

The glazed elder stood naked in the air, his feet and hands were glued together, his spine was bent, his chest collapsed, and his body transformed into a flying sword of flesh and blood.

At the cost of his body and soul, he forcibly launched the sword refining arrangement.

Bang bang bang bang.

After a series of explosions, the flying swords in the bodies of more than ten thousand people broke free.

The group of flying swords formed a sword formation to surround the twenty-four Arhats, and then launched attacks on the monks, leaving them exhausted.

"damn it."

The Nascent Soul monk cursed a few times, and a flying sword accidentally pierced his abdomen.

He was just about to use his spiritual power to suppress it, but found that the flying sword acted as the Buddha's spiritual root, allowing Yuanying to exert its corresponding strength.

The Nascent Soul cultivator blushed in frustration.

Without the flying sword, there is no way to protect oneself. Keeping the flying sword is helping Wu Zangjian to refine his sword.

The scene in the Mantra Secret Realm was extremely chaotic.

Li Mo took advantage of the chaos and released the ghost tiger and began to quietly take advantage. No matter whether it was a monk or a flying sword, he would not refuse anyone who came. Anyway, there was Taoism.

Judging from the current situation, Elder Liuhuo insists on going to the mountain gate to support, and then throws the remaining people into the Secret Realm of Mantra, and there is a chance that it can be refined.

"Where is the White Bone Cult? The White Bone Cult is about to appear, right?"

Li Mo just finished speaking.

"My name is Taishang Qingtian, and I am the thirteenth immortal of the Wusheng Sect."

The source of the soliloquy came from the ground, and the aura that followed was indeed the Inanimate Demonic Cultivator. Li Mo's face turned extremely ugly when he heard this.

"Damn, you're so brave, are you going to take the blame on me?"