Immortal Immortal

Li Mo deliberately refined a batch of medium and low-grade magic weapon embryos before leaving Duoji Mountain.

Zhao Zhu is still not out of seclusion, and the erosion from the terminal illness is not optimistic. Whether he can survive it all depends on the strength of his willpower.

Li Mo didn't have any good solution, he just asked Jin Li to help look after Zhao Zhu.

As soon as he set foot on the official road, he found that there were very few traces of carriages and horses on the road, indicating that there had not been a large-scale caravan for a long time.

Skeletons can also be seen along the road. The cause of death should be caused by wild beasts, and claw marks can be seen everywhere on the surrounding tree trunks.

Li Mo looked out of the corner of his eye towards the depths of the mountain forest. There were wild beasts hidden inside, staring at him with strange and incomprehensible eyes.

Compared with fifteen years ago, the scale of the Outer Sect Competition today is quite different.

Li Mo vaguely remembered the beast disaster at that time. Only the deer herd made strange movements, and the wild beasts within two hundred miles did not become ready to move.

Mortals dare not stray far from villages and towns for fear of being attacked by wild beasts.

Fertile farmland has been abandoned, and materials in various regions are no longer circulating. Under normal circumstances, at least thousands of households would be affected.

Fortunately, there is immortality, so the demand for food by mortals is not high.

Li Moshun returned to Niujia Village. He just looked from a distance on the hillside and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the village was safe and sound.

Niujia Village is located in a remote area, and the impact of the animal tide is relatively mild, so the villagers just completely blocked the entrance and exit with wooden fences.

Li Mo had no intention of disturbing Niujiacun. His arrival was not a good thing.

He then summoned the mist and sat cross-legged in the mist composed of dust. The magic weapon held up his body and walked in the air.

"It's the second uncle..."

Some children opened their eyes wide and seemed to see Li Mo's figure flashing past.

He climbed up the tree branch with his companions. From a high place, he could clearly see a cloud and mist speeding away with a blurry figure.

Several children started yelling, causing the elders to reprimand them.

The corners of Li Mo's mouth raised slightly, and he controlled the mist to rush into the clouds. Unknowingly, it had been more than ten years since he left Niujia Village.

At the age of twenty-five, if he had not started to practice, he would have given birth to a child long ago.

Fifteen years constitutes a generation, and some elderly people choose to self-immolate in their old age. Perhaps when Li Mo comes to Niujia Village again, he will be the generation of his grandfather.

"In the eyes of mortals, I'm probably no different from an immortal."

Li Mo's eyes were full of complexity. As the speed of mist breathing skyrocketed, poisonous bees quietly spread out to guard the surroundings.

He only needs to concentrate on exhaling the mist, and the rest of his energy can be used in the circulation of the sky. Unfortunately, the efficiency of spiritual power growth is far less than that of Duojishan.

In order not to delay his practice in the weak crown period, Li Mo actually collected a few cans of haze spiritual energy, but they were not suitable for use when he was on the road.

Day and night alternate, and the temperature difference in late autumn is a full twenty degrees.

However, no matter how biting the cold wind was, it could not dissipate the mist that enveloped the whole body.

When Li Mo opened his eyes again, the mountains where Rong Town was located were already looming.

The inner city is shrouded in fog. I don't know what is hidden inside, and Rongzhen is planning something in the inner city.

After he was ten miles away from Rong Town, he took the initiative to walk.

On the official road leading to Rong Town, there were a large number of beast corpses lying in random directions, with haggard dead people wrapped in furs.

It was obvious that the half-beast had tried to attack Melting Town not long ago.

Li Mo showed his spiritual card, but the officers and soldiers did not dare to stop him, and he successfully set foot in the familiar Rong Town. The city has not changed at all in the past few years.

The streets are still bustling with people, and the strange things outside the city have not affected ordinary people.

Li Mo put away the desert map in advance. Since it lacked iconic features, it did not attract the attention of the monks in Rongzhen.

Besides, they also had too much time to take care of themselves, and each of them looked extremely solemn.

Li Mo noticed that the proportion of monks in Rong Town who mastered multi-limb techniques was not as exaggerated as in Multi-limb Mountain, but the number had already caught up with the beast cultivators, and the two sides were in opposition to each other.

The eyes of the multi-limbed monk looking at Li Mo were full of unnoticeable defensiveness.

Storm is coming.

Li Mo lowered his head and did not go to the pawn shop after the spirit card informed Hu Wen. He walked straight into the medical center and hurried toward the backyard.

The business at Miaoshouju was overcrowded, and dozens of monks were waiting outside.

They are generally beast cultivators, but they came to Miaoshouju to remove their original spells and transplant their arms to practice multi-limb exercises.

Li Mo frowned slightly and went straight to the second floor of Miaoshou Residence.

The waiter didn't dare to stop Li Mo, and his attitude was respectful.

The monks looked at Li Mo in confusion and speculated on the latter's identity. After all, few people dared to be so presumptuous in Miaoshouju.

"Shanhai layman?"

Someone murmured to himself, causing the other monks to look surprised.

They realized that Li Mo, who had defeated the same level in Duoji Mountain, had returned to Rong Town.

Shanhai layman can be said to be a unique being among the new generation of monks in all aspects.

The monks looked at each other in confusion. Those weak crowns who had obtained the quota for the Multi-limb Yam Field were hiding in the Multi-limb Mountain as if they were hiding from disaster.

How could Li Mo return to Rong Town?

"It's a good thing, Disciple Li Mo, you can help me just in time."

Han Cai's voice came from the second floor of Miaoshou Residence, which proved their idea in disguise. This man was the famous Shanhai layman.

Li Mo looked around the second floor and found that Han Cai had to deal with eight surgeries at the same time. Even with his cultivation level, he was extremely busy.

Although he was full of doubts about the outer sect competition, he did not ask Han Cai immediately.

Li Mo came to a transplant operation in the corner. His fingers turned into the shape of a scalpel and shone with a cold light. The monk lying on the bed quickly shook his head and said.

"Doctor Han, I'm not in a hurry, I'm really not in a hurry, there's no need..."

The monk was shocked.

Li Mo is indeed rumored to be a god, a dual body of innate and acquired, a Taoist seed that is rare to see in 500 years, and the best weapon refining in Rongzhen.

But no matter what, it was normal for someone from a pawn shop to be good at refining weapons. They had never heard that Li Mo also had medical skills.

"Jiejiejie..."

Han Cai laughed strangely and deliberately stretched out his two arms to hold down the fat monk, while Li Mo approached his bed with an expressionless face.

"No no no!"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, then exposed the spinal nerves of the eight arms, roughly cut three inches of the fat monk's ribs, and observed the condition of the internal organs.

The fat monk let out a heartbreaking scream, but the pain only lasted a few breaths.

"Your original spell is the Three Apertures Snake Power Mantra. If you want to completely peel it off, you need to cut off part of the pancreas. How about it?"

"Can……"

The fat monk was stunned. Li Mo had already completed peeling off the Three Apertures Snake Power Mantra Sutra, and then transplanted the arm even more skillfully.

The second floor of Miaoshouju became quiet.

Li Mo began to demonstrate precise control of the eight-arm spinal nerves. He may have a slight lack of medical experience, but he could ask Han Cai at any time.

The visiting monks no longer objected to Li Mo's surgery.

But the way they looked at Li Mo revealed unspeakable complexity. Is the difference in talent so terrifying?

Li Mo was busy until evening.

He figured out the current situation in Rong Town from their conversations.

Rongzhen shops are actually branches of the Heart Beast Sect. When the corresponding shopkeeper switches to multi-limb exercises, the disciples will inevitably choose to give up the original techniques.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly realized that Duoji Mountain seemed to be able to provide a steady stream of spiritual materials, but in fact it was destroying the foundation of the Heart Beast Sect.

What a sub-weapon sect that fights without losing any blood.