Immortal Immortal

For Li Mo, Iron Thorn Undefinite Finger is not difficult at all, but the practice system involved is very interesting.

He transplanted the tiger's head onto Li Baoquan's body and reorganized the blood vessels and muscles in just a few breaths without the help of a doctor.

Even though Iron Thorn Wudingzhi is just the basic martial arts mentioned by Yan Guan, it has benefited a lot from his medical skills. The concept of brain transformation and the Shingon sect's exercises complement each other.

"Perhaps the true inheritance of Wusheng Cult is inside."

Li Mo digested the iron thorns without determination. Ever since the small world of Corpse Mountain transformed into a mid-level magic weapon, the importance of magic has exceeded that of resources.

"Cough cough cough."

Li Baoquan then regained consciousness, looking as if he had just experienced near-death.

He opened his heavy eyelids and saw the mandrill playing with his tiger head.

"Whoa whoa whoa."

The mandrill let out a mocking laugh and kept gesturing how funny the beast's head and body were. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he returned to Li Mo's shoulder.

Li Baoquan looked at Li Mo. The ordinary figure overlapped with the monster in his memory. Fear engulfed his mind and his whole body was trembling.

He tried to struggle to get up, but found that he couldn't move from the neck down.

Li Baoquan didn't resent others, he just felt that his luck was bad and it was a blessing to be able to survive.

Alas, I cannot ask for help.

He had already guessed his fate. After all, the Sanxiu family likes to worship their ancestors, and the ancestral halls will be filled with processed heads.

Whenever a family rises or falls, the descendants wake up the heads of their ancestors.

The purpose is to discuss solutions.

Because Li Baoquan didn't want to become a member of the ancestral hall, he took the risk and used Duyi Qinghongfang to enter Taoism, but in vain.

Li Mo turned around and said, "Open the window to get some air."

A doctor quickly opened the window, and the stench of poisonous smoke drifted in.

Han Cai stared at Li Baoquan. Even though it had been a while since the operation, he still didn't understand Li Baoquan's condition.

"Well!"

Li Baoquan's pupils were dilated, and there was a faint burning sensation in his mouth and nose while breathing.

The thin poisonous smoke poured into the organs along the throat, corroding the flesh and blood, making his physique more suitable for the poisonous spiritual energy.

In a sense, Qinghongfang's introductory method can create a spiritual constitution, but there is still a gap between it and the acquired Taoist body.

"Is it really done?"

Han Cai murmured in disbelief.

He knew how complex the human brain was, and that after being eroded by fatal diseases, the brain nerves atrophied and decayed, making the structure even more difficult to distinguish.

As a result, it only took Li Baoquan ten minutes to complete the transformation in Li Mo's hands.

"Iron Thorn Undefinite Finger is indeed a basic martial art, it's not difficult."

Han Cai was shocked, but couldn't help but look happy. Nothing could compare to it. A disciple is better than his master.

"Master Han, Poison Clothes Technique is actually divided into two parts: internal and external."

Li Mo's thoughts moved slightly, and white-bone spiders crawled to the ceiling one after another, binding every joint of Li Baoquan with spider silk.

Li Baoquan shivered with fear, and his body moved like a puppet on strings.

Under Li Mo's control, Li Baoquan was tossing and turning in the house, and Tie Jia's fuming began to gradually intensify.

"Brain surgery performed by mortals belongs to the internal skills of martial arts."

Li Baoquan felt that the poisonous gas in his body was flowing through the blood vessels according to a specific trajectory, and then his body gradually became thin and withered.

He didn't even have the courage to call for help, and his expression was full of despair.

"Look..."

Li Mo seemed to have discovered some new continent, and pointed at Li Baoquan's chest with great interest. There was actually a trace of spiritual energy as the poisonous gas circulated.

Han Cai frowned.

Although he occasionally saw poisonous cultivators displaying martial arts, at least they were at the total horn stage.

After the poisonous gas lasted for a long time, using the exercise rules discovered by Li Mo, it poured into Li Baoquan's right arm, and his flesh, flesh, and bones began to mutate.

In a short period of time, his right arm turned into a tiger finger.

Li Baoquan felt no pain, but he could feel the loss of control of his body.

"Exalted Immortal, I am willing to pay more middle-grade spiritual stones, please..."

Before Li Baoquan finished speaking, the tiger swung out a stream of venom from his fingertips. After leaving the body, it formed a linear shape and went straight towards Han Cai's chest.

Han Cai showed no reaction and took the initiative to catch Li Baoquan's blow.

"Mortals can actually cast spells, and their power has reached the first level of the total horn level. What kind of existence is behind Qinghongfang?"

"To be precise, it's not a spell."

Li Mo poured some corpse wine into Li Baoquan's mouth, and then wiped it on the latter's neck.

There was only a click, and the spine reset. Li Baoquan immediately regained control of his body, and the corpse wine made up for the loss.

The alienation of Li Baoquan's right arm has disappeared, except that the skin is covered with purple bruises.

Han Cai reacted, "The external power part of Iron Thorn's Wu Defining Finger?"

Li Mo explained: "That's right, only when the internal skills are completed and a large amount of poisonous water accumulates in the stomach and intestines will the prison teach them external skills."

Han Cai clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "The combination of internal and external is equivalent to our fellow practitioners of magic. It is the time to enter the path of immortality."

"There should be a special realm for mortals in the confinement hall, right?"

Han Cai shook his head helplessly and said: "I don't pay much attention to this. Miaoshouju and Jinhong Xuanguan only come into contact occasionally."

"I know……"

Li Baoquan said weakly: "Returning to the immortal masters, there is indeed a saying about internal and external Kung Fu in Yan Guan. Those who only master internal Kung Fu are called acquired warriors, while those who master both internal and external Kung Fu are innate warriors."

Li Mo narrowed his eyes.

Just two words, acquired and innate, made the scholar of creation tremble.

In the ancient world of immortal cultivation, the martial arts of mortals were indeed differentiated between the latter and the innate. If the innate was further advanced, there was hope of entering the stage of Qi training.

Ninth Senior Sister Ruoshui is a leader among warriors.

Ruoshui only entered Taoism when he was eighty years old. Before that, he had been mainly practicing martial arts. In the mortal world at that time, his reputation was even far higher than that of the gods in the temple.

The most talked about thing is that Ruoshui killed a Qi practitioner at the age of seventy-five.

It's a pity that her talent in the Five Spiritual Roots was too poor, so she finally entered Taoism with the help of the Demon Sect, and her subsequent experience was a bit lost to everyone.

Ruoshui managed to build a foundation and returned to his hometown to enjoy his old age before his longevity was exhausted.

Li Mo was already sure that even if Qinghongfang was not founded by the Twelve Immortals, it was closely related to them. He didn't know what the plan was.

Li Baoquan suddenly understood something.

I may have met the only immortal fate in my life. The strength of the old man in front of me may be far beyond imagination. I am afraid that he is already in the realm of land gods.

Through the internal strength of Tie Jian Wu Defined, one can deduce the external strength, which is incredible even to Li Baoquan's shallow vision.

The doctors were completely convinced, and he was worthy of being the old man Qingshan who made Tianjian Sect take a high look.

Han Cai leaned against the wall, stared at the bustling street, and asked curiously: "What should we do next?"

"let me see."

Li Baoquan said nervously: "I, little man...can I help you all?"

Li Mo looked at Li Baoquan out of the corner of his eye, and said amidst the latter's uneasiness: "You should recognize the casual cultivator family in the city, right?"

"I recognize you."

"You can talk to some senior and powerful people, and I can provide you with opportunities to practice."

Li Baoquan kept nodding his head, and after taking the initiative to take the inner demon oath, he walked out of Miaoshou Residence in a daze, feeling like he was completely transformed.

Li Mo's idea is simple.

Regardless of the purpose of the Twelve Immortals, let's talk about winning over the casual cultivators to our side.

In this way, it will be easier to plan interests, and at the same time, it can prevent external forces from picking the peaches and suddenly intervening in Duyi Qinghongfang.

"Master Han, do you recognize any poisonous cultivators in the prison?"

"What's wrong?"

"I just want to learn a few Poison Clothes Techniques, even basic ones."

While Li Mo was talking, he took out a bodhi fruit and threw it out. The mandrill swallowed it with a smile, and then started dancing in the room.

The internal power of Poison Clothes Technique that transforms the brain is very consistent with the Great Sun Golden Pill; the external power that imitates beasts is also related to the Chaos Beast Infant.

Maybe he can create a Nascent Soul spell.

It is still early for Li Mo's Great Sun Golden Pill to become a baby after breaking it, but this does not prevent him from deducing the method in advance after discovering a suitable practice system.

"Let me give it a try. The poisonous cultivators in Qinghongfang are all low-handed and high-minded. I guess they will have to use coercion and inducement, but don't worry about one thing."

"The confinement master of the confinement hall has Nascent Soul cultivation, but his intelligence is stupid. He is carried out by his disciples and paraded through the streets every now and then. It's ridiculous."

Han Cai stared at the mandrill in surprise. The latter had been extremely excited since he ate the spiritual fruit given by Li Mo.

The mandrill became unstable and screamed rapidly.

It grinned and jumped to the eaves, its body hidden in the blind corner of the field of vision.

When he poked his head out again, he saw that the mandrill looked somewhat similar to the tiger, and he exuded an aura of iron thorns with no definite purpose.

The mandrill swung his fist and poisonous gas flowed out, which was exactly the same as the external skill performed by Li Baoquan.

"Hey, mandrill, if you put him in a confinement hall, would he be equivalent to a genius?"

Li Mo beat the mandrill back to its original shape and discovered that the poisonous clothing skill of the alienated body was easy for the mandrill, which could be deformed at will.

Where is the need for brain modification? Put the Bodhi fruit into your throat and you will know it at a glance!

Han Cai hesitated to speak. Could it be that the aptitudes of spiritual beasts still follow their masters? Normally, mandrills don't seem to be smart at all.

The two of them were talking about the layout of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce in Qinghongfang, and most of the day passed before they knew it.

Li Mo also waited until the leader of the prison was paraded through the streets, and understood why Han Cai was so disdainful of the prison. The poisonous cultivator indeed showed absurdity in every aspect.

It's like a beggar who has picked up a nugget of gold. On the one hand, he is afraid that others will snatch it, but on the other hand, he wants to show his financial strength.

The sound of gongs and drums was endless, and countless beast-headed mortals gathered on both sides of the street.

"There are four confinement halls in Duyi Qinghongfang. The Jinhong confinement hall we settled in is the weakest. The owner...can't describe it in a word."

There were hundreds of poison cultivators carrying the iron frame, and above it was a mass of rotten meat that was more than ten meters long.

The surface of the rotten meat is covered with various types of fingers, and at the same time, the poisonous spiritual energy is absorbed by the fingers.

Li Mo reluctantly found the leader's head, which looked like an ordinary tiger's head. He was mumbling indistinctly.

"Hungry, hungry, hungry."

After the prisoner was paraded around the streets, he was moved back to the backyard of Jinhong Prison.

Li Mo clicked his tongue and marveled. He was most likely a creature of heaven. He had no cultivation, but it turned out that he couldn't even move.