Immortal Immortal

"Because of this hard work, my own flesh and blood was consumed too much."

Li Mo looked like he was about to cry, but in order to delay waiting for Jin Chanzi to transform into a strange beast, the tattooed beast cost him at least 20% of his flesh and blood.

Coupled with the effects of the fatal disease, it may take a long time to recover.

However, since he has obtained Jinchanzi's precious blood, it is acceptable to pay a price. After all, it is difficult to buy monster blood on the market.

Li Mo's thoughts moved slightly, and the mist wrapped around his deformed heart. After being squeezed by the airtight dust, the heart blood slowly seeped out.

The heart's blood showed a dark golden luster, exuding a faint metallic aura.

He packed it in a glass jar, and the amount of blood in his heart was enough to draw a tattoo of an animal head, and there was even a surplus for bloody painting.

After Jinchanzi died, the sandstorm stopped.

Li Mo walked out slowly under the gaze of countless eyes. Behind him could be seen the huge corpse of Jin Chanzi, who had obviously transformed into a beast.

The monks took a breath. Even if they knew that Li Mo was somewhat cunning, ordinary weak crowns would not be able to achieve this level in the early stage.

A strange beast approaching the middle stage of the weak crown proved Li Mo's strength.

The Buddhist layman smiled bitterly and almost couldn't bear it and rushed into the Jinchan Taoist Temple. There was no way he could just watch Li Mo die.

"This kid Li Mo should be able to protect himself in the orthodox disputes in Rong Town."

He couldn't help but feel relieved, and immediately signaled Jin Li to go to the casino in Shanhai Market to collect the bill.

When the Buddhist layman was most anxious, he opened a shop on Li Mo, and Jin Li and Zhao Zhu also made a small profit.

For him, if Li Mo loses to Jin Chanzi, he will definitely have to rescue him, which is definitely not in line with the rules of Duoji Mountain.

Since they all have to run away, the bet no longer matters.

"hiss……"

Li Mo rubbed his sore shoulders and returned to Shanhai Taoist Temple with a lot of eyes on him.

As a result, before he walked a few meters, the voice of shopkeeper Tian suddenly sounded in his ears, "If this doesn't happen next time, we'll deal with the aftermath."

Li Mo smiled sarcastically, turned around and walked towards Jin Chanzi's corpse, and began to dissect it skillfully in front of thousands of monks.

The golden toad has transformed into a monster, and its corpse is inexplicably corrosive. If it is not disposed of as soon as possible, it will affect the quality of the medicine field and even lead to the breeding of a large number of pseudo-monsters.

The scalp is numb due to casual repair.

They couldn't help but have a deep understanding of Shanhai layman's ruthlessness.

After Li Mo cleaned up the body, the discarded flesh and bones were burned with fire, and the remaining materials could be used to paint Qing Yi's simulation.

When he saw that the Jinchan Taoist Temple was razed to the ground, he used a spiritual tablet to notify Jin Li. Not long after, several monks brought a new Taoist temple.

Jin Li had seen the tragic situation of the Qingming Taoist Temple, and had already had a premonition that the Jinchan Taoist Temple would be reduced to ruins, so he completed the construction of the new Taoist Temple ahead of schedule.

The new Taoist temple was placed at the original location of the Jinchan Taoist temple, and then they cleaned the cliff.

The Buddhist layman deliberately sent Zhao Zhu to take charge of the third-floor medicine field. They sprinkled the medicine powder of proliferative tissue into the potholes and repaired them by taking advantage of the flesh-and-blood characteristics of the cliff.

Li Mo saw that Zhao Zhu was in good order, so he quietly went into the Taoist temple to perform exercises to heal his injuries.

After actively urging the roe owl to swallow its body, the heart could not help but beat rapidly, stimulating blood as thick as gravel to flow throughout the body.

Under normal circumstances, if you are eroded by a fatal disease, you can only rely on elixirs to replenish your flesh and blood.

Li Mo's injuries healed slowly, but his expression didn't look relaxed at all.

He could clearly notice that the internal organs were gradually losing their functions, and the fatal disease was like gangrene attached to the bones, affecting the functioning of the body.

If the disease has not passed through the total stage of death, it will start to break out at the age of twenty, and will continue to worsen until the age of fifty, with the internal organs completely decayed.

If nothing unexpected happens, the fatal disease may break out in advance.

Li Mo did not feel afraid because of this. After all, fatal diseases would accompany him throughout his life, and the fatal diseases he would encounter in the future would only become more and more dangerous.

What's more, he delayed the fatal illness from the total horn stage until he was promoted to the weak crown stage, and his confidence in surviving it was far better than that of ordinary monks.

There were noisy sounds outside the house, but Li Mo had already fallen into darkness.

………

The seasons change.

The heavy snow in the cold winter unconsciously covered Duoji Mountain, and the rumors about the lay people in the mountains and seas were restrained.

Li Mo was in seclusion and had no time to pay attention to the outside world, so the Buddhist layman named the Taoist temple "Four Legs".

After the cliff repairs were completed, the Sizu Medicine Field began to resume the cultivation of spiritual materials.

Zhao Zhu divided the medicinal field into two parts, with 60% responsible for supplying the Shanhai market and 40% dedicated to cultivating the spiritual materials designated by Li Mo.

They are all flesh and stone spiritual materials excavated from various places in Duoji Mountain.

After Li Mo recovered 20% of his flesh and blood, he no longer had to deliberately keep the roe owl swallowing his body, so he began to prepare for refining the mountain of corpses.

One by one, the embryos of medium and low-grade magical artifacts were freshly baked and then sent to Shanhai Market.

Regardless of whether he destroyed the market price or not, he handed over the embryo of the magical artifact to the Buddhist layman and allowed the latter to conduct operations and transactions.

While accumulating experience, Li Mo purchased some pills that would help him survive his fatal illness.

"Cough cough cough..."

The rapid coughing echoed in the Four-Legged Taoist Temple, and the late stage death disease could not be suppressed and was affecting the body and soul from the inside out.

Li Mo had not been in such a weak state for a long time.

Before the fatal illness in the total horn stage ends, his energy and spirit will continue to weaken, and he will be almost unable to do anything except refining weapons.

The scholar created by creation has some spots on his body, and the pages of the book are also corrupted to varying degrees.

The warm breeze of spring blew.

The snow melts, and a trickle of water flows from the top of the mountain around the jagged and convex rocks.

The output of Li Mo's weapon refining has been reduced repeatedly, and the doors and windows of the Four-Legged Taoist Temple are closed tightly, with pungent and choking sandalwood coming out of the gaps.

He was lying flat on his back in the retreat room, as if he were a lifeless corpse. His skin and flesh were blue and purple, and there was obvious rot in the joints.

The internal organs were almost stagnant, except for the heart, which was beating tenaciously every few minutes under the influence of the roe owl swallowing the body.

The middle dantian has also been exhausted, and there is no trace of haze's spiritual power left.

Although it still does not affect the movement of his body, his instinct allows him to reduce consumption as much as possible.

Li Mo felt deeply afraid. He was afraid that he would be like the thousand-year-old ancestor in Niujia Village, whose consciousness was imprisoned in his body and unable to move.

You can only watch as your flesh and bones turn into withered bones.

"This is a fatal disease, and it's just a fatal disease in the general stage."

Li Mo silently recited the contents of the Five Poisons and Five Gods Heart Sutra in his mind, his dilated pupils gathered, and his heart was filled with the desire to become an immortal.

He was finally reborn, and he didn't want to suffer such a tortured immortality.

"I want to become an immortal. No matter how terrifying the nine catastrophes of death and illness are on the road, I still want to see the scenery on the top of the mountain..."

With the strong willpower, Li Mo actually stood up and sat cross-legged.

Even without the haze spiritual power, he used his consciousness to communicate with the three bodies as much as possible, thereby increasing his experience in fighting the death disease during the confrontation with the total horn stage death disease.

As each day passes.

Li Mo's consciousness seemed to be walking in the Gobi desert, constantly looking for the existence of oasis.

He did not expect that the first thing his consciousness sensed was a leak-free body, and then he discovered a little bit of life hidden deep in the two human skins.

Li Mo opened his mouth fiercely and gasped, filling his lungs with air.

In the solitary room, Li Mo was holding his arms on the ground, his chest and abdomen rising and falling rapidly, like a bear just waking up from hibernation.