Immortal Immortal

"sun."

Li Mo opened his eyes, Xue Zanghun let go of his own accord, and directly pulled out the Phantom Fish Sword from his waist with his right hand, and endless light spread out.

"Do you...recognize Immortal Luanchuan?"

Directly forcing Luan Chuan into a corner, Sword Demon tilted his head and stared at Li Mo with a smile on his face.

Li Mo couldn't help but frown. The aura of the sword ghost in front of him was indeed Da Yeyou, but it revealed an indescribable awkwardness.

In fact, he had woken up half a day ago and noticed that Luan Chuan was about to leave the depths of Tongjian, so he took advantage of the situation to gather his breath.

With Li Mo's current physical strength, only by falling into a false sleep can he completely prevent the exposure of Qi and blood, and simply let Taoist Ye Zhuo take him around.

"Do you...recognize Immortal Luanchuan?" Luanchuan kept repeating.

Li Mo flicked the Phantom Fish Sword with his finger, and the Sun Sword Intention became extremely dazzling.

"Ye Zhuo, seal the entrance and exit. It just so happens that I've wanted to know it for a long time."

Taoist Yezhuo was overjoyed and quickly used blood to hide the soul and take back the black coffin.

With his back against the wall and affixing the magic talisman, the restaurant lobby seemed to have been turned into a warehouse, but in fact, the original furniture and furnishings in the lobby could be found.

"The Taboo of the Big Night Tour contains illusions?"

Taoist Yezhuo closed his eyes tightly and blocked his vision to find the location of the door and window.

"Okay, the entrance and exit have been affixed with spirit locking charms."

Li Mo glanced at the wall and couldn't help but complain: "Did you change the spiritual talisman from Yang Niu? It's a pretty good level for the distraction stage, but your method of controlling the spiritual talisman is too crude."

"I'll teach you the [Five Organs and Six Organs Essence and Blood Collection Technique] another day."

Li Mo exerted his strength with his legs and disappeared instantly.

The Phantom Fish Sword, stained with the Sun Sword Intent, was slashed hard from the right side of Luanchuan. The Sun Sword Intent directly plunged the lobby into daylight.

Luan Chuan nimbly dodged, and Li Mo tapped the eaves with his toes and approached again.

Li Mo didn't use much spiritual power, relying solely on his physical strength. After all, it was unrealistic to fight quickly when facing a big night outing, so he had to be prepared to boil a frog in warm water.

"As mentioned in the last chapter, Immortal Luanchuan traveled eight hundred miles to Beiliang Mountain and fought with the evil Taoist behind the bandits with ninety-nine and eighty-one swords."

"Who would have known that the evil Taoist actually has two brothers and sisters?"

The storyteller stuck his head out and continued to narrate, "The Immortal of Luanchuan was not afraid of danger when faced with a strong enemy, and used a method of moving mountains. The evil Taoist was like shouldering a huge boulder."

"Well."

Taoist Yezhuo bent his knees. Even if he mobilized most of his spiritual power to resist the sudden taboo, he still felt it was difficult to move forward.

He looked at Li Mo and found that the latter's spiritual power was still looming, and he swung his sword faster, directly digging a gap in Luan Chuan's back.

"What kind of physical strength? Are you able to handle the taboos of the big night tour with ease?"

"Jie Jie Jie, I don't think it looks like a big night tour at all..."

Li Mo smiled strangely and spit out his natal flying sword, using his eight arms and eight swords to cut back Luanchuan.

Luan Chuan's fallen black hair was like a living thing, trying to entangle Li Mo. As a result, Li Mo released his sword energy from the pores on his body and his black hair turned into ashes.

"too poor."

Taoist Yezhuo's scalp was numb. He had never seen Li Mo perform physical training, but his physical strength increased crazily inadvertently.

At the same time, he realized that the restaurant did not seem to be involved in the inexplicable Qingming Festival taboo, and the danger was not as terrible as imagined.

Xiao Yeyou at the coffin shop could easily severely injure Taishan Yan who was in the fifth stage, but the sword ghost in the restaurant could not see anything special so far.

"Maybe we can really solve the big night tour completely."

Taoist Ye Zhuo looked excited and repaired the walls damaged by the aftermath to prevent the restaurant from collapsing and causing the Sword Demon to escape.

At this time, the battle situation suddenly changed.

After the storyteller finished reading a paragraph, his head retracted into Luan Chuan's body.

The heads representing the guests applauded.

"Mr. Zhang is right in what he said. Immortals from Luangchuan who were born in Tianjian Sect should have the heroic spirit of wielding swords to the end of the world. They should be rewarded."

Luanchuan's skin turned red, his body began to swell, and his spine extended outward to form a long tail.

Whoosh.

The long tail flicked.

Li Mo flew backwards and half of his body sank into the floor. There were fine bone spurs piercing into the flesh and blood, which showed Luan Chuan's strength.

"Luochuan, Luochuan, is fame so important to you?"

"How can an immortal pursue fame and fortune!!!"

Li Mo's words made Luan Chuan angry. Upon seeing this, Taoist Yezhuo threw the gourd without hesitation and used the suppression of magical weapons to interfere.

boom.

Li Mo's leg muscles swelled, Taiyang Sword Intent restrained, and he immediately took off his left eye.

Lunar star.

The left eye turned into the shape of the moon, hovering in mid-air. The light in the room seemed to be robbed, and the darkness spread around the Lunar Star.

Taoist Ye Zhuo's scalp feels numb.

He remembered that Li Mo had mastered a medium-level sword with a Yin attribute, but he had only been in seclusion for a long time, and had he been promoted to a superior sword?

"Taiyin Sword Intent."

Li Mo said to himself, Luan Chuan's five senses were instantly stripped away.

A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. If he was given another five years of seclusion, he would definitely be able to understand the branches of Taiyin Sword Intent.

Even yin and yang belong to the sword.

On the surface of Wanhua Sword Infant, the Sun Sword Mark and the Taiyin Sword Mark have been intertwined. Unfortunately, the time for seclusion and precipitation was relatively short.

Ding ding ding ding…

It was impossible to see anyone in the room. Taoist Ye Zhuo could only feel the ground shaking and sword energy passing by him.

"How can Immortal Luanchuan's methods be comparable to those of evil Taoists? One style..."

The storyteller began to ramble again, but before he could finish his words, he screamed and Taoist Yezhuo touched several heads on the soles of his feet.

The smell of blood hit his face.

Taoist Yezhuo thought it would last two or three days, but it turned out to be only half an hour.

The darkness dissipated. Taoist Ye Zhuo looked around. There were at least two to three hundred heads scattered on the floor of the lobby, but Luanchuan was nowhere to be seen.

Li Mo's injury healed in the blink of an eye, and he stared at the stairs solemnly.

"Senior brother, where is that sword ghost?"

"The soles of your feet."

Taoist Yezhuo lowered his head subconsciously, and the storyteller's head rushed towards him.

The head bites Taoist Ye Zhuo's shoulder, and the flesh and blood of the two begin to fuse, and the storyteller's head is about to successfully parasitize.

Clang.

The sword light flashed past.

Taoist Yezhuo endured the severe pain and released the gourd to seal the head. As a result, the restaurant did not suffer any abnormalities due to the head falling into the gourd.

"Brother, isn't this a big night out in a restaurant?"

"The Sword Demon we just encountered was a storyteller when he was alive. In fact, he is not an ordinary little night traveler. At least his body is at the level of a big night traveler."

The storyteller most likely borrowed Luan Chuan's body, otherwise he wouldn't be so difficult to deal with.

Li Mo threw the storyteller's body into the furnace and burned it, so he obtained the ancient Tianjian Sect's alchemy-formation period and majored in skills.

"Maybe the storyteller is a puppet?"

The more Li Mo fought, the more he felt something was wrong. Sword Demon's taboo definitely did not reach the level of Da Yeyou, otherwise he would not have had any influence.

He thought carefully and realized that the sword ghost that Dong Shen Fayan saw back then might not have been Luan Chuan.

Dozens of people were hanged in the restaurant. There must be more than one sword ghost. Mr. Storyteller was just a admirer of Luanchuan, but he was affected and died during the great changes in the world.

Footsteps came from far to near again at the top of the stairs.

Taoist Ye Zhuo's face turned pale and he said with great horror: "Senior Brother Taiji, the restaurant is not a place to stay for a long time. Let's leave for now."

“…”

Li Mo did not reply, but instead took out the trapped sword stand containing Zhu Zhu.

If you don't understand the taboos of Qingming Festival, you will definitely have a narrow escape from death if you go to the outside world. There are already a huge number of pig-headed people parading outside the window.

Pig-headed men carried the coffin, and the cover was sealed with rivets, but sticky flesh and blood still flowed from the gaps and fell into the streets and alleys.

Emerald green weeds grow, and the bright colors make the town feel strange and inexplicable.

"I can't get out, the Tomb-Sweeping Festival has just begun."

"The pig-headed man is outing."

Li Mo's eyes were deep. The Qingming Festival he had experienced so far was probably a repeat of the drastic changes in the world, far more dangerous than the Great Night Tour.

Taoist Yezhuo was horrified and cursed the three elders for dividing them by the Beili River.

The temperature in the lobby dropped sharply.

Taoist Yezhuo heard a whisper, the source seemed to be on the second floor, and it seemed to be in his ear.

"My guest, I have been in the restaurant for ten years. I can recommend some famous dishes to your guest."

"The drunken seabass on the Beili River is really good. The fish stomach is stuffed with wine lees and marinated for three days. The meat is like garlic cloves."

Taoist Yezhuo retched for a while, with clear grains of wine lees spitting out from his mouth.

The stomach and intestines were stretched open, and then even the blood vessels and meridians were filled with wine lees, and even the corners of the eyes were almost squeezed out of the head.

"Brother, save me!!!"

Li Mo was much calmer, and eight arms were engraved on the surface of the trapped sword platform at the same time.

When the incomplete sword spirit pattern covered the trapped sword platform, the familiar candle light emitted, and the statue of Zhuo Zhu grew to half a meter in the blink of an eye.

The waiter's voice stopped abruptly.

Taoist Yezhuo was cleaning the wine residue from his body and almost suffered a serious injury.

Li Mo also had wine grains in his intestines and stomach. Fortunately, even if the corpse mountain was in the process of transformation, there was still no problem in ingesting the wine grains into the small world.

He continued to carve the sword spirit patterns non-stop, and a trapped sword platform alone was definitely not enough.

After a while.

The lobby was filled with cocoon sword stands, but Li Mo only took out eight cocoon swords, so the level of cocoon swords was not really helpful in the restaurant.

The sword ghost trapped in the sword platform also has taboos, but under the influence of the pseudo-magic weapon, it is only maintained within the scope of the lobby and will not spread outwards.

Taoist Yezhuo lay flat on his back and gasped for air.

"I just realized the spiritual patterns. The lobby on the ground floor should be safe now."

Li Mo added, "Unless Da Yeyou comes to the bottom floor in person, those foxes and tigers pretending to be powerful Xiao Yeyou can't get in."

"Okay...okay..."

Taoist Yezhuo smiled bitterly and looked at the dark stairs with his peripheral vision.

There seemed to be a figure peeping at them, but they did not act rashly due to the trapped sword platform.

"If the Qingming Festival goes well, I will clean out the restaurant in my free time, but I always feel that something is wrong with Luanchuan."

Li Mo walked halfway up the stairs, hugged his chest and looked at it.

"Smooth? How could it be smooth?"

Taoist Ye Zhuo took a breath and noticed that the coffin carried by the pig-headed man was shaking.

The gap in the cover is clearly the size of a finger, but a large number of limbs and organs are squeezed out, giving people the illusion that it is imitating the process of childbirth.

"Senior brother, what is outing?"

"It originates from farming sacrifices, and also means appreciating the scenery of early spring."

"However, in the perception of strange things, it is unclear what outing means."