Immortal Immortal

The raindrops came without warning.

One breath the sun was shining brightly, the next breath the sky was covered with dark clouds.

"Taboo, a taboo that throws the sky, is there a night wandering god out of control?"

Taoist Bai Shuo's pupils narrowed slightly.

He has been at Dainichi Sword Tomb for five hundred years, but he has never seen a change in the climate. It has always been slightly dry and hot.

Falling rain?

Unless you go to the [Water Source] of the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs, there will be no rain.

Taoist Bai Shuo fell into a daze for a moment.

After the water droplets hit the ground, according to common sense, they should be evaporated by the high temperature emerging from the gaps in the floor tiles, but this was not the case.

boom.

There was a muffled sound, and a shallow hole was made on the surface of the floor tiles.

There was no sign of any loss in the raindrops, flowing like mercury, and you could smell the indescribable smell of corpses emanating from them.

Another drop.

Taoist Bai Shuo didn't react in time, and the raindrops fell directly on his raised right arm.

Among all the Taoist traditions of the Great Sun Sword Tomb, the Taiji Sword Body is considered to be a universal elixir, and it can also increase the strength of the physical body to a certain extent.

Taoist Bai Shuo thought that since the raindrops could not even break the floor tiles, they would not cause any damage to him, so he did not take away his right hand.

The result was a sizzling sound.

Taoist Bai Shuo's flesh and bones seemed to be vulnerable. The moment the raindrops came into contact, it was like a hot knife cutting through butter, being penetrated directly.

The problem was that he didn't seem to notice anything strange.

Taoist Bai Shuo subconsciously raised his head.

The rain started to intensify.

"Can the inner gate of Tianjian Sect have a taboo that covers an area? Is there any mistake? Do you have to eat dry food during the training period?"

Li Mo stepped out with his right foot and walked back and forth in the courtyard in an instant. Taoist Bai Shuo was also brought to the main hall, and his expression recovered from his trance.

The corpse odor emitted by the raindrops obviously has the effect of confusing the mind.

Immediately afterwards, like a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, a steady drizzle began to wash away the Ziyang Palace.

The Taoist temple is made up of the blood vessels of the Great Sun Sword Tomb. Its toughness is comparable to that of a fake magic weapon. Raindrops cannot damage the buildings of Ziyang Temple.

But what troubles Li Mo is that rainwater has been accumulating in the courtyard.

"damn it."

Li Mo snorted.

Although the accumulated water is blocked by buildings, its flow trajectory is obviously towards the northwest, as if it is inexplicably attracted.

"It's the northwest again, 80% of it is the area near Ziyang Palace."

Li Mo looked around, the stench of corpses was overwhelming.

Because the rain was light, the accumulated water had not yet formed a stream, and most of it flowed northwest along the streets and alleys.

But some of the rainwater also turned into pools in the courtyard.

"Bai Shuo, are you okay?"

"I……"

Li Mo looked at Taoist Bai Shuo's right hand. The rainwater penetrated directly through the flesh and bones, but did not cause any injuries, leaving only a hole.

It seems that potholes are a natural flaw of Taoist Bai Shuo.

As soon as Li Mo raised his hand, the phantom of the newt came behind him, and life poured into Taoist Bai Shuo's body. As a result, the hole showed no signs of healing.

He did not believe in evil and directly performed blood and flesh transplants using superficial surgeries.

The operation lasted only half a breath, and the newly filled flesh and blood rotted away in the blink of an eye.

Li Mo was transplanted elsewhere by Taoist Bai Shuo, and the latter's body did not show any rejection, indicating that the taboo only targeted the body in contact.

Taoist Bai Shuo's face was pale. If the raindrops were a little more deflected and landed on the middle Dantian of the chest and abdomen, both the body and the body would be severely damaged.

"Bai Shuo, don't move. The taboo caused by rain is very difficult. It's unknown whether there will be any hidden effects."

Li Mo didn't believe in evil, so he opened his mouth and spat out tens of thousands of bone spiders.

Taoist Bai Shuo's scalp was numb.

As expected of a member of Wusheng Cult, the methods of the Thirteen Immortals are full of evil, and the White Bone Spider does not even have any trace of magic.

"Thank you, Brother Taiji, for your timely rescue, otherwise it would have been more than just physical damage."

Sword cultivators all have a consensus that it doesn't matter even if the physical body is out of control. Anyway, after advancing to the Heavenly Palace stage, you can choose to abandon the physical body.

Taoist Bai Shuo noticed that the white bone spider was crawling among the flesh and bones, and it was forcibly extending the flesh and bones of his right arm at a microscopic level.

He couldn't help but be deeply shocked by Li Mo's spiritual control.

More than a thousand white-bone spiders were undergoing surgery at the same time. This cannot be explained by the "strength of spiritual consciousness". No wonder they can control the sword energy all over the sky.

Li Mo didn't feel any difficulty and seemed to be able to do it with ease.

However, all means are of no avail, even through the deformation of cancer cells and the cooperation of innate essence, it still has no effect.

"Ahhhhh..."

A shrill scream sounded in the air.

Li Mo looked up, and a bone-chilling chill ran down his spine.

Yi Jianxiu did not expect the disaster. Not long ago, he was in a Taoist temple on a night tour. Seeing that it was getting late, he had to force his way out.

He was not fully prepared, and the raindrops battered his body with holes.

The whole body was covered with dense potholes, but the sword cultivator was still conscious and watched helplessly as he disappeared little by little.

His left foot fell off, and the limb was still struggling after being separated from his body.

Obviously, even if 80% of the flesh and bones have disappeared in the rain, the sword cultivator can still control the limbs and organs.

"Help me, help me!!!"

The dharma body outside the body was revealed, and the hot sword intent blocked the raindrops, but it was too late.

The distracted sword cultivator was reduced to fragments of limbs scattered on the eaves in just a dozen breaths, and the eyes not far away were filled with fear.

Eventually, the sword cultivator disappeared completely.

This person's body and death path finally awakened all the sword cultivators, and the sword intent protected the main hall of the Taoist temple, and the Ziyang Hall fell into deathly silence.

Li Mo sneered.

"Every Tiangong period sword cultivator is not in Ziyang Palace. The trouble should have been discovered in advance."

"What is the northwest area?"

"Well, Fire Spirit Palace."

"Do you still remember that the Tiangong period sword cultivator has been exploring the northwest before? The Huoling Palace has probably fallen, and the Ziyang Palace has only been affected."

Permanent damage caused by raindrops is completely impossible to prevent.

Li Mo's physical strength was not comparable to that of Taoist Bai Shuo, but he also felt helpless when facing the rain.

Fortunately, Sword Intent can handle it, otherwise it would be unrealistic to rely entirely on Taoist temples for protection.

"Oh oh oh..."

The rooster's crow near night echoed in Ziyang Palace.

Taoist Bai Shuo showed fear on his face, "Senior Brother Taiji, the Taoist temple is not airtight. Rainwater will pour in through the gaps in the doors and windows sooner or later."

"Let me be responsible for resisting the rain. Taoist Ye Zhuo will be out of seclusion in at most ten years. Then I will take turns guarding it with him."

"Need not."

Clang.

Li Mo didn't reply, he pulled out the Phantom Fish Sword and walked towards the entrance of the main hall.

The pool in the courtyard is already ten meters in size, and the raindrops are still gathering, causing a slight depression in the ground.

Looking at the entire Ziyang Palace, aren't all the Taoist temples just like water basins?

The source of the taboo is still in the Huoling Palace. They can only allow the taboo to spread. The Tianjian Sect will definitely deal with the Huoling Palace first.

"Trouble trouble trouble."

"But it's good, there is no Tiangongqi around to disturb people, it will be more convenient to obtain the inheritance of Taoism."

As Li Mo murmured to himself, he came to the edge of the eaves, the aura all over his body was rioting, and the Phantom Fish Sword was trembling uncontrollably.

"Senior brother."

Taoist Bai Shuo was about to stop him.

Li Mo has not yet mastered Taiji Sword Body, and it is time for him to retreat and settle down. There is no need to waste energy on maintaining the sword intention.

boom.

A wave of fiery heat hit my face.

"It's not a yang-type sword intent. How can I feel that it's a fire-type thing? It's impossible..."

Taoist Bai Shuo couldn't even open his eyes and barely noticed that the shadows of the tattooed beasts beside Li Mo were retreating.

Only the phantom of the red fox stood on the spot, its tail burning with flames swaying slightly.

The body of the tattooed beast arrives.

As if walking out of the painting, the red fox gradually turns from virtual to real, and the flames mixed with the sword energy spread out, making the mountain view extremely eye-catching.

Sword Intent [Demon Fire]

Li Mo shook his sword, and the red fox jumped out of the main hall.

The air twists and the skeletal linden trees crackle.

Even though the Demonic Fire Sword Intent was not above average, with the blessing of the Great Wilderness Immortal Body, the fire light had spread to every corner of the Mountain View.

"ah."

The red fox could sense that a lot of eyes were on him, and he waved his nine tails proudly.

The sword cultivators had witnessed Li Mo summoning a beast-like flying sword, but this time they had a completely different feeling. It looked like a beast but not a beast, and looked like a sword but not a sword.

According to rumors, the qualifications and understanding of the Thirteen Immortals are unprecedented in ancient and modern times, and it seems to be true.

Because Li Mo's method obviously did not originate from Tianjian Sect and was most likely created by himself, they couldn't help suppressing their fear of rain.

How could the Tianjian Sect abandon such a talented person at will?

"Mandrill, you can go too. Red Fox alone is still reluctant."

As soon as Li Mo finished speaking, the main hall shook slightly. An ape more than a hundred meters tall, holding a white bone stick in hand, leaned out of the gate.

The mandrill tossed the bone stick casually, then leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

The white bone stick landed heavily in the center of the mountain view, causing ripples on the ground, and dark green poisonous mud gushed out from the gaps between the bricks.

The swampy mud contained vicious sword intent, and by the way, it guided the rainwater out of the Taoist temple.

After the Dahuang Immortal Body merges with the Nayuan Body, the tattooed beast no longer needs to provide its own spiritual power.

If the tattooed beast's spiritual power is exhausted, it can return to the small world of Corpse Mountain at any time to replenish it. It is not difficult to use the phantoms of the outside world to maintain the sword's power.

All the sword cultivators noticed unanimously that Li Mo was surrounded by seven ferocious beasts, and the one that frightened them the most was the human-faced candle dragon.

One beast and one center ride on the sword intention, and they are still seven types of spiritual attributes.

What kind of understanding and qualifications are needed to achieve a thorough understanding while still keeping the body and soul from losing control under the erosion of the sword's will.

Night falls.

Only a dozen sword ghosts left the Taoist temple and disappeared in the rain.

Sword ghosts have the instinct to avoid disasters. Ziyang Palace has been shrouded in taboos far beyond their own, so naturally they will not die in vain.

Li Mo felt relieved, turned around and walked into the main hall.

"Remember to inform Ye Zhuo of the specific situation to prevent the idiot from rushing out."

Taoist Bai Shuo was able to calm down. He held his natal flying sword and stood in the courtyard, using his fear of rain to hone his Taoist heart.

The doors and windows of the main hall were closed.

For Li Mo, the upcoming fatal disease is the key, and the organs that activate from time to time are simply a life-saving talisman.

"By the way, if I die due to a fatal disease, what kind of sword ghost will I turn into? I shouldn't be willing to give in more than the rain, right?"