Immortal Immortal

Hundreds of thousands of corpses were packed together like sardines, and they were still struggling to get out of each other. The scene was horrifying.

The casual cultivators diving down along the iron rope are like fishing bait.

Li Mo couldn't help but fell into a daze. The Blue Water Dragon Pond was really too ridiculous, and he could also see that the subsequent effects of the drastic changes in the world have been fermenting.

"Understanding the cause and effect should be able to determine most of the causes of the drastic changes in the world."

The Feijian of Life noticed that when the casual cultivators approached a hundred meters away from the Longtan in the blue water, the corpses would swim toward them desperately. Unfortunately, their bodies were stuck to each other and could not stay away from the palace of the Longtan.

The so-called Dragon Claw Coral turned out to be transformed from the hands of corpses.

The casual cultivators probed into the deep sea little by little. After descending to the appropriate position, scattered corpses barely touched their bodies.

This is also because only the hands of the corpse can move the organs, and the flesh and bones are very fragile.

Once the corpse catches the casual cultivator, the latter immediately climbs to the sea surface and can tear off the corpse's still hardened hands.

If the casual cultivators were a little careless and were entangled by multiple corpses, they would not be able to release their spiritual power in the deep sea, so they would be dead.

"But...is this thing dead or alive?"

Li Mo was secretly speechless.

The appearance of the corpse seemed to still retain its intelligence, and its ferocious features were filled with the despair of being trapped in Longtan for thousands of years.

"go."

The natal flying sword that Li Mo summoned was of water type and easily dissolved in sea water.

Hundreds of dragons entered each palace and shuttled among the suffocating corpses, and one could see twisted and deformed faces.

Li Mo found that the corpse was still opening and closing its mouth tirelessly, as if muttering something.

Boom, boom, boom.

At the same time, there was a knocking sound outside the main body room.

"Enter."

Li Mo saw the wooden door slowly opening. The shopkeeper carefully held dozens of dusty books and placed them on the wooden table.

"Senior, the Chaozhou people have brought all the records about the Binzhou area, but it is difficult to tell whether the incidents in them are true or false."

"It's okay." Li Mo raised his hand and the book fell in front of him.

"You didn't make things difficult for them, the trendy people, did you?"

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly and said: "How could it be? Our Sihai Chamber of Commerce is an outsider after all, and many casual cultivators in the black market are from Chaozhou people, so we shouldn't save some money and food for this."

When he saw Li Mo flipping through the books, he couldn't help but bow and retreat.

"Senior, I won't disturb you anymore."

The wooden door was closed, and Li Mo had finished flipping through all the books.

"Dragon King Festival."

He did not expect that the Chaozhou people in ancient coastal areas respected the Dragon Clan so much, and every household had a statue of the Dragon King enshrined.

All kinds of allusions about dragons are endless, such as "The Dragon King seeks a son-in-law", "Three obeisances to the Dragon King", "The Dragon King asks for rain"...

There are eighteen kinds of festivals related to the Dragon King alone throughout the year.

"I'm afraid the Dragon Clan is making plans, right? Using the people's offerings to divide the territory, and even practicing techniques similar to the Ten Directions Wusheng Ceremony."

The Ten Directions Wusheng Ceremony can directly absorb the nutrients of believers. As long as they continue to fish, Tao, demons and Buddhas will not cause trouble to the Dragon Clan.

The ancient coastal areas were far more prosperous than today, and even with the blessing of dragons, monsters and ghosts would not interfere with the lives of mortals.

Li Mo based it on the records in the classics and added supplements from the memory of the Book of Creation.

He guessed that before the drastic changes in the world, the population of Binzhou area was probably only seven to eight hundred thousand, and they might all be crammed into the Blue Water Dragon Pond.

"hiss……"

Li Mo took a breath.

If he read it correctly, what the corpse was saying should be the wind blessing of the Dragon King. The Dragon King Festival is the most grand festival after the new year.

"So, the Dragon King Festival was being held when the accident happened, but due to the drastic changes in the world, everyone died?"

The natal flying sword came to the center of the pile of corpses in the main hall.

What comes into view is a dragon skeleton.

To be precise, the dragon's original flesh and blood had collapsed and been replaced by countless corpses, connected to its exposed blood vessels and meridians.

The dragon's skeleton looks extremely deformed and terrifying. As long as the body is moved, it will cause a riot among the corpses, and they will pull each other to increase their pain.

Roar! ! !

The dragon skeleton seemed to notice the dragon-like aura emitted by the natal flying sword and became anxious.

Roars were also heard from other palaces.

After the casual cultivators who were fishing noticed the roar, they all climbed towards the sea surface regardless of whether they had obtained the Dragon Claw Coral or not.

Li Mo restrained his natal flying sword, and the dragon's skeleton returned to calm.

"The lost intelligence is just a few strange things sealed in the palace."

"True Lord Bishui is considered to be a monster in the distraction stage. The demon disciples of True Lord Bishui during his lifetime are banned in the side hall. They have weak dragon blood and can barely reach the level of a monster in the elixir-forming stage."

Li Mo's expression was strange, and more and more memories emerged from the Book of Creation.

in memory.

There are countless fashionable people wearing fish skin clothes in the streets and alleys, and even children participate in the Dragon King Festival under the guidance of their parents.

"In the ceremony of sincere surrender, Hainan is the palace, and Yao Island is the address."

A temple priest dressed as a shark led the chanting of sutras, and the crowd gathered together, leading the trendy people towards the Dragon King Temple in the center of the town.

"He upholds the three-day edict, controls hundreds of spirits, has the same heart as God, is kind and benevolent, and considers all kinds of things."

Li Mo checked the details of the town and determined that it was the Dragon King Festival after the Year of Yihai.

The crowd gathered around Miao Zhu and arrived at the Dragon King Temple. They lifted the statue of True Lord Bishui and walked slowly towards the altar on the coast.

“The waves are peaceful and calm, not overflowing into the rivers.”

The water waves were turbulent, hitting the cliffs, and a drizzle covered the city. You could vaguely see the figure of a dragon wandering in the sea.

At the end of the memory, three temple priests held up the heads of cattle, sheep and pigs.

"Sacrifice to the Dragon King!!!"

"You and the Dragon King will return to the Dragon Palace!!!"

The tide of people was extremely enthusiastic, and the voices of hundreds of thousands of people at the same time were deafening, but the True Lord Bishui in the sea looked stunned.

The memory stopped suddenly, but Li Mo already understood the result of the Dragon King Sacrifice.

"It seems that the mortals during the great changes in the world really had the ability to speak. What kind of existence gave it to them?"

Under the influence of words and words, hundreds of thousands of Chaozhou people were stuffed into Longtan together with True Monarch Bishui, and turned into indescribable strange things.

Li Mo couldn't help but feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He seemed to be able to see a head in the sky that could swallow up the world here, looking at all living beings with indifferent eyes.

Li Mo's flesh and blood boiled, and extra limbs grew from his spine.

"Perhaps there is something wrong with the way of heaven?"

Li Mo suppressed his distracting thoughts, and the signs of out-of-control alienation disappeared. The leaked aura made the shopkeeper downstairs tremble with fear.

"I understand why the demon clan was destroyed without any trouble in the drastic changes in the world."

Ordinary monsters have a bad reputation. They like to eat mortals who eat their hair and drink their blood. The first among the monsters and monsters is the monster.

The Dragon Clan is intentionally different from the demons, but their reputation is too wide after they spread their faith.

If it overflows, it will perish.

Just like True Lord Bishui, he died in Longtan directly under the vision of a mortal.

Some of the older ceratopsians had no choice but to find ways to abandon their "dragon" identities and become half-dragons and half-insects parasitic in the dragon balls.

Li Mo found the truth about the demon clan's destruction extremely ridiculous, but if it really happened to him, it would be a bit shocking.

"damn it."

"The Taishang Qingtian Temple originally built by Wusheng Sect must be razed to the ground, and the relevant classics must also be destroyed..."

"No wonder the name of the Twelve Immortals was spread by the Inanimate Demonic Cultivator who replaced himself. Later, he was reborn, and there is no connection between the two."

Li Mo secretly regretted it.

In fact, he can transplant the Wusheng Dantian and live behind the scenes like the Twelve Immortals, but he just looks down on the pseudo-immortals of the Wusheng Sect.

Li Mo did not dare to neglect and immediately contacted Tian Changwen to handle it.

He even rushed to brew a batch of [Soul Reaper Insects] for this purpose. As long as words are engraved on the back, the relevant memories can be erased after parasitism.

To eliminate the influence of Taishang Qingtian, we must proceed step by step to avoid being noticed by interested parties.

Li Mo also suddenly realized why the people behind the scenes' exploration of the drastic changes in the world had become increasingly extreme in recent decades.

Sansheng's ability to erase the sense of existence allows them to have no worries.

Even if the disasters caused by the drastic changes in the world are indistinguishable, as long as no one knows about you, the danger you encounter will be greatly reduced.

"If the drastic changes in heaven and earth repeat the same mistakes."

"In the next thousand years, it is likely to evolve into a situation where whoever shows up will die."

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent emanated from his bones.

"You can never live three lives..."

Li Mo had a lot of thoughts and at the same time withdrew his natal flying sword.

If he hadn't figured out what he was before the drastic changes in the world, he would definitely be interested in the hundreds of thousands of corpses in the blue water Longtan.

Now... forget it.

The visions of the Chao people are all kinds of strange. If they wanted the True Lord Bishui to become an immortal during his lifetime, the birth of the dragon would be far more terrifying than imagined. At least it would be a strange creature of a terrestrial god.

"This world is too scary, and there are countless natural and man-made disasters hidden there."

"It's safer to be in the isolated Tianwaitian Crater. Wait, the Ziqi Sect shouldn't encounter any trouble, right?"

Li Mo didn't stay long, dozens of black beetles emerged from his palm, and the soul-stealing insects began to parasitize casual cultivators and mortals in Chaoshan's black market.

He blurred his memory and concluded that Zhang Zhong and the four of them were the skills obtained by the Dragon King in a dream.

It seems unrealistic, but it involves drastic changes in the world, and even the gods on land cannot investigate whether it is true or false.

After Li Mo finished his work, he got up and hurried to the nearby magic circle.

He paid dozens of high-quality spiritual stones, and the magic circle immediately lit up with a dazzling light, and the fluctuations were blocked by the surrounding breath gathering magic circle.

Li Mo disappeared.

The cancer cells are responsible for the finishing touches, not even leaving their footprints.

Half a day later, Li Mo was already in the Chaoran black market thousands of miles away.

He stopped at six black markets in a row before arriving at the Shifeng Black Market where Duoji Mountain was located. The ghost tiger carried the mouthparts that had sunk into the top of the mountain.

The reason why I chose Duolim Mountain instead of the close-by magic circle was purely because the former had less movement.

Li Mo felt a familiar scent in the passage, which obviously came from the mother furnace.

He deliberately shielded the body of the weapon pill and kept his spiritual power at the level of the pill formation stage.

The mother stove immediately felt repulsive and sent Li Mo to the stove land at the port.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Li Mo opened his eyes and walked out of the aisle shaped like an intestines with a little anxiety.

Colorful lights flashed, and industrial waste gas poured into the nasal cavity.

When he saw the bizarre current situation at the port, he couldn't help but cursed secretly: "Sure enough! Even I think the Tianwaitian Crater is suitable for a closed world. How could the people behind the scenes not come to the Ziqi Faction to cause trouble?"

"But...this is too exaggerated."