Immortal Immortal

The heavy rain continued, and soon there was half a meter of water on the streets.

The black market became extremely chaotic.

Some monks reacted in time. They had no means to resist the disaster, so they simply retreated outside the black market to avoid being involved in danger.

Water waves hit the side of the Qinghonghua Building, and rainwater seeped into the gaps between the doors and windows.

The temperature in the shop dropped to freezing point, the walls were covered with a layer of frost, and the candle lights placed on the table became looming.

While Li Mo was stunned, the flower tower suddenly vibrated, and the aura of the magical weapon became even stronger.

The Flower Tower should be a middle-grade eight-refined magic weapon, and its main spiritual materials are valuable.

The Buddhist layman stared out the window with a solemn expression, and reminded at the same time: "Li Mo, come to the second floor as soon as possible. The lobby is not very safe."

"good."

Li Mo walked through the stairs in three steps and two steps. The divided area was fully furnished and had a stove to ensure the temperature was suitable.

Each area faces the window and can see the outside world.

"Jiejiejiejie..."

Han Cai let out a weird smile, and stretched out his eight arms, supporting his body and leaning out the window, sensing the rioting water aura.

He couldn't help but sigh: "I really don't know what level the monk who presided over the auction is at. I'm afraid that he has at least formed the elixir, or even further achieved the Unconfused Nascent Soul."

Li Mo raised his eyebrows. It turned out that the name of the Nascent Soul stage in later generations was "Buhuo".

"Everyone is standing still."

As soon as Master Futu finished speaking, there was an explosion at the bottom of the flower building, and the shop broke away from the ground and floated on the water like a ship.

The house was swaying like a sailboat chasing a storm.

Li Mo stumbled, but luckily there was a desert map hooking the roof beam, so he didn't fall down.

The rainwater has accumulated for more than ten meters, and each store uses the same method to control the house magic weapon to resist the disaster caused by the auction.

The magic circle that enveloped the Heart Beast Black Market was gradually losing its effectiveness at this time, and the black mist that could block vision and hearing showed signs of dissipating.

Li Mo couldn't help but ask: "Are all auctions in the past years like this?"

Buddhist layman explained: "That's not true. The auction fifty years ago turned the black market into an active volcano, and half of the monks were killed or injured in an instant. Now it is much gentler."

Li Mo was a little confused.

Could it be that the people behind the black market are taking advantage of disasters to eliminate some of the monks who lack strength first?

After collecting some rainwater, Han Cai went back to the shop and said, "This is where we are, now it's just the beginning."

"Jiejiejie..."

As the water gets deeper and deeper, the black market becomes even more eerie.

Li Mo squinted his eyes and could vaguely see a black shadow two to three meters long swimming in the water, causing the monks around him to scream in horror.

The black shadow seemed to be pieced together from a large number of corpses, with dozens of pairs of arms turned into fins, and densely packed human heads connected to the tail.

"Help……"

A monk called for help, and his bulging right arm transformed into the upper body of a mandrill, trying to prevent the black shadow from approaching him.

As a result, the black shadow flashed past, and the monk was pulled into the water and struggled to struggle.

Seeing this, many monks chose to climb up to the eaves of the shop, hoping to use heights to avoid the attacks of underwater monsters.

The monks in the shop took action without hesitation.

They were able to get a place in the shop, and their strength was definitely not comparable to that of casual cultivators. After simple cooperation with each other, the smell of blood spread everywhere.

The corpses rolled down from the eaves of the shop, and the rain washed away the blood stains left on the tiles. The cruelty hidden in the auction was clearly visible.

Fortunately, most monks have made preparations in advance.

There is a small boat floating on the water, and there is a magic weapon to protect you. You don't need to be afraid of a sudden attack by monsters, but your expression is somewhat frightening.

There are also magic weapons that can be controlled and suspended in mid-air, but these types of magic weapons consume more spiritual power, and only they know how long they can last.

Manager Hu was too lazy to glance out the window. There were several monks taking refuge on the eaves of the flower building.

She covered her mouth and smiled: "Li Mo, a bunch of bedbugs won't let us come, right?"

Li Mo nodded helplessly, then got out of the window and stepped onto the eaves of the flower building under the heavy rain, his footsteps making a crisp sound.

As soon as he showed his head, he attracted several pairs of scorching eyes.

While the monks were wary of each other, they all looked at Li Mo, and the idea came to their minds that they should kill each other.

Each shop generally accommodates four or five monks. As long as Li Mo dies, the quota will be available. Maybe he will have a chance?

A large number of monks are paying attention to Qinghonghualou. They don't know why the Buddhist layman would find an unknown young monk.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and observed the monks surrounding him.

The monks were a mixed bag, and it was obvious that some of them had deliberately approached Qinghonghualou. After all, whether there was a quota for the shop or not, the interests involved were huge.

A young boy with a fox face walked out of the crowd holding a folding fan and bowed to the shop with his animal claws. The monk next to him showed fear.

"If the three seniors are disturbed, the young king Li Zhenwan will not hesitate to die."

He ignored Li Mo and naturally showed his cultivation level at the fourth level of the total horn stage, and his spiritual power was relatively pure, unlike that of a casual cultivator.

"Master Taoist Master, I had a drink with Senior Futu some time ago, and I wanted to let the young man come to Qinghonghualou to work as a dog and horse."

Wang Li Zhen kept showing off and did not notice the three Buddhist monks at all, looking at him with a kind of pity.

Li Mo walked slowly within ten meters of Wang Lizhen, and the desert map crackled in the wind.

Wang Lizhen turned his head and said with a half-smile: "This Taoist friend has mellow spiritual power. It is good to have such cultivation at such a young age, but it is a pity..."

He looks gentle on the surface, but in fact his attitude is like teaching the younger generation, and his disdain for Li Mo is revealed everywhere.

Seeing that Li Mo still refused to give in, Wang Lizhen felt angry in his heart.

He stretched out his left hand, and the claws hidden on his fingertips were already attached with spiritual power. He thought that if he came into contact with Li Mo, it would at least be a serious injury.

Han Cai couldn't help but laugh strangely, and dozens of little spiders popped out of his mouth.

"fox."

Wang Lizhen only felt a force of gravity hitting his chest.

He immediately saw a fiery red fox appear on the eaves, and the raindrops evaporated to form a thick mist. The scene was extremely terrifying.

The red fox bit Wang Lizhen's body and bit off his head without waiting for the latter's reaction.

Wang Lizhen's head was still conscious, and he could only watch as he fell into the water, and finally his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

Li Mo still has a lot of things to do, so he can't waste it on Xiao Xiao.

Hui Qingyi exerted himself to the extreme. With the blessing of his strong spiritual power, the red fox's size exceeded the upper limit of seven meters and stopped at nearly nine meters.

A fox roared.

The raindrops flew away like arrows.

The casual cultivator would rather face the monster in the water than become an enemy of Li Mo, so he immediately left the Qinghonghua Tower in a state of embarrassment.

Han Cai murmured: "Is it the Tao body?"

"The Yangyuan Benjing can never reach this level. It is definitely an innate Taoist body."

Buddhist layman said firmly: "It should be...a leak-free body?!!"

[The writing was still too slow and intense, resulting in unsatisfactory reading results. Any other author might have considered cutting the book, but I still want to tell the story in its entirety. 】

[In the next week, please readers, please keep reading and give it a try at the end, although it’s suspenseful]