Immortal Immortal

The rumors about Shanhai laymen have been fermented several times, and the rumors have become more and more exaggerated.

Some monks said with certainty that they saw Li Mo kill more than a dozen people of the same realm, single-handedly suppress the five-story multi-limbed mountain, and even kill several strange beasts comparable to Weak Guan Perfect while talking and laughing.

The facts were exaggerated several times. Li Mo knew that explanations were useless. He had made very few moves in Duoji Mountain, and Jin Chanzi was also half disabled.

No one cares whether the news is true or false, there is only one thing that is certain.

Li Mo was indeed extremely ruthless, and he definitely had the support of the shopkeeper behind him, so he was able to bite Wang Rongshan to death in front of all the monks.

For such a person, the pawn shop's intention to recall him to Melting Town was very obvious.

It is for the beast disaster that is about to happen.

Some cultivators realized that Li Mo might have been instructed by the pawn shop's senior management to attack Wang Rongshan, which represented the general trend of beast cultivating.

The confrontation between puppet cultivators and beast cultivators will only intensify, with no possibility of easing.

Before you want to change your skills, you have to consider the attitude of the store's senior management. Once you are in the wrong team, you will be in a dilemma.

Li Mo enjoyed the resources of the Tianzihao retreat room with peace of mind.

He ignored the opinions of the outside world. If it was just an exchange of interests, he would not mind eradicating some short-sighted villains.

Li Mo was very satisfied with the Tianzihao retreat room.

He originally thought that after returning to Rong Town, his practice progress would be affected to some extent. After all, Rong Town did not have a strong haze aura.

As a result, Li Mo found that Tianzihao helped his spiritual practice far more than Zihao.

The pawn shop obviously invested a lot of resources into the Tianzihao in the inner wing, and the spiritual stones that were maintained on weekdays did not require the monks to provide them.

Li Mo looked at the futon for meditation. Its material was valuable.

The futon is made of Qingxin Vine, a rare medium-grade spiritual material, which can keep the monk's spirit in a highly concentrated state.

A mysterious spirit gathering array is engraved on the surface of the wall, and the concentration of spiritual energy is five times that of the outside world.

At the same time, there is a pure white eye pupil embedded in the center of the spirit gathering array. As long as Li Mo injects the haze spiritual power into the eye pupil, the spirit gathering array will deliberately absorb similar spiritual energy.

In addition, the canned haze spiritual energy and tens of thousands of medium-grade spiritual stones prepared by Li Mo in advance were enough to support him until he was promoted to the middle stage of the weak crown.

Li Mo's current practice in the weak crown period is quite satisfactory, and the haze spiritual power in his dantian has reached three-fifths before he knew it.

The spiritual power is like a flood that breaks a bank, circulating around the sky along the eight extraordinary meridians and the five internal organs, and nourishes the five magical instruments transformed into insects.

Just wait until the Dantian is filled up, and then you can try to subdue a soul.

Needless to say, the communication and refining of Corpse Mountain is more than enough to be used as a trump card, but the specific power is unknown.

His strength has temporarily reached a bottleneck.

Painting Qingyi's blood requires hard work, and it is unrealistic to complete twenty refinements on the mountain of corpses. Continuing to refine the medium-grade magic weapon is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the gain is not worth the loss.

Li Mo's latent cultivation is used to stabilize the foundation and occasionally pay attention to the external situation.

He could clearly feel that Rong Town had become heavily guarded. After all, no one could figure out the specific time when the beast disaster occurred.

The store was busy setting up magic circles and gathering the active forces outside, which showed how terrifying the threat from the beasts was.

Jin Li therefore mentioned it to Li Mo and was about to return to Rong Town in the near future.

Qingming Daozi didn't know what her plans were. In fact, she could use the reason of being in charge of the medicine field to avoid the trouble of participating in the beast disaster.

The streets are still lively. When the heavy snow covers the mountains, the New Year's red lanterns are hung on the eaves of private houses.

Children were playing and fighting with each other, but only the policemen patrolling the streets had serious expressions on their faces.

After two months of seclusion, Li Mo's cultivation was steadily approaching the middle stage of the weak crown, but the accumulated resources were also consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door.

Li Mo opened his eyes, and his first reaction was that a blind monk came to make trouble, and he couldn't help but let out a beast-like aura.

After waving his hand, the door of the room opened wide. Li Mo took a clear look at the figures outside and found that they were brother and sister Li Qingfang. He immediately restrained his breath.

The two of them froze on the spot, their clothes soaked with sweat, as if they had just experienced a near-death danger.

After a long time, Li Zhuang came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva and asked, "Senior Brother Li, do you still remember us brothers and sisters?"

Li Mo glanced at the monks who were observing secretly outside the door. It was like a real sense of oppression, making them feel uneasy.

Even if there were monks with a higher level than Li Mo, they would still be frightened.

They always felt that there were several man-eating ferocious beasts hiding in Li Mo's body, and they couldn't help but believe most of the rumors in Rongzhen.

"Let's talk in the house if we have something to do."

Li Mo greeted the two of them to come in.

As soon as Li Zhuang stepped into the retreat room, he stared straight at the hundreds of spiritual stones on the ground, and then turned his head away with a red face.

Li Qingfang was at a loss and her expression looked extremely dazed.

Li Mo didn't even recognize the two of them.

It can be seen that time can indeed change anything. Even the honest and honest Zhao Zhu, after struggling in the Shanhai Market, became infected with the businessman's philistineness of the Buddhist layman.

"Senior Brother Li, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you are still the same."

Li Qingfang's face was specially painted with exquisite makeup, but it still couldn't cover up the dark spots, and her skin color showed the grayish white of a corpse.

"If you listen to the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening. Practice can naturally turn decay into magic."

After hearing this, Li Qingfang wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Li Zhuang, "My sister and I relied on Senior Brother Li to get started. No matter how long it takes, we will never forget this kindness."

"Well, why are you here with me? Just tell me."

Li Mo's back was facing them, with a three-legged golden toad lying on his exposed shoulders. His red eyes seemed to be watching the brother and sister.

Li Zhuang pulled Li Qingfang to kneel down, lowered his head and said, "Senior Brother Li, I heard that the beast disaster is coming, and we brothers and sisters want to leave Rong Town."

Li Mo asked back: "If it is safe outside the town, why would the monk return to Rong Town?"

Only Duoju Mountain seems to have less influence, but if the civil strife really spreads to the past, the Buddhist layman may not have the strength to protect others.

Moreover, if two beast cultivators of the third level of the horn stage go to Duolim Mountain, they will inevitably escape death.

After Li Mo informed the two of them the pros and cons, he let them decide whether to leave town. Tian Changwen didn't care about the low-level monks anyway.

The brother and sister immediately had a disagreement. Li Zhuang planned to leave Rongzhen and go to Duoji Mountain where Zhao Zhu was located, but Li Qingfang did not want to take the risk.

Li Mo ignored the two of them, stood up and came to the window.

When the window was opened, there was a burst of noisy sounds from Rongzhen. Because the Spring Festival was approaching, the morning market was crowded with people.

Li Mo murmured to himself: "Don't go out of town, go to the wing to stay."

"The beast is coming."

He pushed his brother and sister out of the room, ducked to the top of the eaves, looked towards the morning market, and could already hear the panicked screams.

The sky was clear.

Twisted and deformed corpses fell out of thin air, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The corpse showed the posture of a donkey and horse, but the heart in the chest and abdomen was hollowed out, and the head was forcibly shaped into a horrifying shape like a horse's head.

Li Mo quickly checked the information on the spirit tablets and found that mortals had been missing recently, usually at midnight and Chou hour in the middle of the night.

It is said that before they disappeared, they ran towards the Yamen in fear.

The number of missing mortals was small, not worth mentioning in a town with a population of nearly 60,000, so the Yamen did not send any monks to investigate.

After the Yamen realized that it was involved in a beast disaster, it did not send monks to deal with it. Instead, it issued an inexplicable ban.

On the surface, he cares about the safety of the people, but in fact, he means to protect the inner beasts.

[You are not allowed to go out when you are ugly, and there are no headless horses in Rong Town]