The founder of all religions

In the great black sky, the sun and moon have no light.

One glance at opening and closing reveals impermanence.

This is the secret of the "Black Sky Meditation Sutra". As his cultivation gradually progressed, Li Mo gradually discovered that his relationship with the released demons and ghosts was extremely subtle.

Their energy and spirit are imprinted in the void, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can sense it from afar, intercept this confusing and mysterious method, and bring it down to the world.

Monkeys do that.

Big Bird does.

Such a waste baby.

The same is true for big snakes.

At this moment, Li Mo's spiritual sense surged out like a tide, like the sun and moon changing, like mountains moving, infecting everything, covering the entire courtyard in an instant.

In a daze, everyone saw a phantom slowly emerging from behind Li Mo. It was a giant snake coiling in the sky, its huge body wrapped around the mountains and rivers, with clear scales and cold light like stars.

The terrifying big snake was entrenched behind Li Mo, with a myriad of features and a terrifying look. Li Mo slowly closed his eyes along with him.

In an instant, everyone felt that their vision went dark, and all the light fell into endless confusion as that one eye was tightly closed.

Their thoughts, thoughts, and souls seemed to be trapped in it... their bodies seemed to be in silence, and there was no longer any attachment or action.

"This...what is this..."

In the quiet courtyard, someone was roaring in their hearts. It was the first time in her life that she felt such desperate fear. She was even more frightened than the first time she encountered a demon appearing and the first time she saw human life withering away.

However, this kind of fear came with the darkness and was imprisoned in the immobile body, unable to be vented.

In the end, even this different emotion seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness.

"Amitabha!"

Kurongshan Faming clasped his hands together and chanted the name of the Buddha. The cassock on his body made a hunting sound. It seemed that he wanted to make a final struggle to break the appearance of the black heavenly demon king with the Buddhist Dharma that universalizes compassion.

Li Mo stood still, with his eyes closed tightly. The big snake behind him looked like a demon king, and even though the Buddha's name was resounding, it remained motionless.

In the end, Faming screamed, vomited blood, and fell into silence, and there was no more movement.

Buzz…

Suddenly, a sword roar resounded, like a bowstring breaking.

Xu Feng was unaware of the roar of the long sword behind him. His eyes widened with anger, and he stretched out his hand suddenly to draw out the sword and cut through the endless false illusion in front of him.

However, when he shouted violently, his whole body seemed to be turned to stone, and the hand that drew the sword stayed in mid-air, unable to move again.

The horror in his eyes gradually dissipated with the light.

In front of Li Mo's strength, in front of the Black Sky Demon King, the strongest descendant of [Spirit Sword Mountain] didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.

In the blink of an eye, the whole courtyard was silent, and everyone seemed to have lost their souls, frozen in place, unconscious.

The originally quiet courtyard seemed to have become a cemetery, with everything destroyed and only the walking corpses left.

"Lingsense gives rise to mysterious methods... He is worthy of being of the Black Sword lineage, a descendant of Luofu."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded slowly in the small, dead courtyard, with a hint of heavyness and sharpness, and a hint of excitement.

Among the frozen crowd, a young man walked out slowly. His face was lazy, but his condensed eyes were shining with sharp and horrified light.

A terrifying spiritual sense flickered around him, like a rising fire, bringing a ray of light into the darkness and driving away the cold sky and night.

"Dayan Mountain, Zhao Poxie!" The visitor shouted softly, trying to protect his family. With this name alone, he was not an unknown person.

"Dayan Mountain..."

On the high platform, Li Mo's eyes were still closed, but when he heard the name, the corners of his lips slightly opened and he read it out loud.

There is no other reason than that Dayan Mountain is famous, ranking eighteen among the three thousand mountains in the world, and among the top twenty.

This is what Master Ji calls a top student.

Li Mo did not expect that there would be such a young master hiding in the [Yuanchi Club] today, and his strength far surpassed that of Fa Ming and Xu Fenghuan.

However, he hid his whereabouts and blended into the crowd, like a demon sword hiding its edge. Finally, at this moment, he showed his fangs in the face of Li Mo's fierce power.

"Luofu Mountain... this lineage has been silent for three hundred years. I never thought there would be a monster like you again..."

Zhao Poxie gave a soft drink, and the spiritual senses all over his body seemed to burn, and the flames burned brightly, seeming to drive away the darkness that filled the yard.

"Today I'm here to take a look at the depth of the Black Sword lineage."

Zhao Poxie's eyes were like hidden spiritual torches, and the fire around him continued to spread, finally fighting a bloody path in the darkness.

Dayan Mountain, the secret of spiritual fire.

This is a competition in the art of spiritual perception. It seems to be a mixture of illusions and bizarre, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. In an instant, life and death can change.

Rumble…

Finally, Zhao Poxie protected his body with the [Spiritual Fire Soul-Residing Technique] and took a step forward against the terrifying pressure of the big snake's shadow.

The "fire" around him became more intense, forcing the "darkness" to retreat.

The descendant of Dayan Mountain took another step forward, filled with terrifying inner aura, as if thousands of horses were collapsing, pressing towards the high platform and towards Li Mo.

third step!

Zhao Poxie's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He took three steps and entered the place where he could fight.

"Well, as expected of the descendant of Dayan Mountain, he can actually take three steps in front of me... It's terrifying. It's terrifying."

At this moment, Li Mo let out a sigh, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Hearing such praise, Zhao Poxie sneered in his heart and was about to take action.

Suddenly, he watched Li Mo's eyes open. Even the phantom of the big snake behind him trembled its scales and slowly opened its eyes.

The next moment, all the surrounding darkness dissipated, the brilliance between heaven and earth seemed to jump out, and endless light surged in like a frenzy, overflowing every corner.

Such bright and intense light was something Zhao Poxie had never seen before.

Bathed in such light, he only felt his eyes stinging, almost bleeding, and the "fire" around him was completely ignited under the light.

The powerful spiritual sense exploded almost uncontrollably.

"Ahhhh..."

Zhao Poxie let out a shrill scream, and at this moment, a word appeared in his mind.

Set yourself on fire.

Since he became successful in cultivation, he has never felt that his spiritual sense is so hot. On his chest, face, back, stomach...the hair is the most difficult thing to wipe.

boom……

There was an explosion, and Zhao Poxie knelt down on the ground. He fell down hard, and his breath suddenly became extremely weak.

After the descendant of Dayan Mountain took three steps in front of Li Mo, he finally couldn't hold on anymore.

I don’t know how long it has passed, it seems like year after year, but it seems like a moment.

There was movement again in the quiet courtyard, and everyone opened their eyes blankly, looking at the sky as it was still dark, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

On the high platform, only Fa Ming and Xu Fenghuan were left.

At this moment, they were looking around blankly, as if they were looking for something.

"Where is Luofu's descendant? He ran away?"

Someone whispered and questioned, as if everything just happened was like a dream, passing by without a trace, leaving no trace of it.

Only Fa Ming and Xu Feng still looked puzzled, as if they still had lingering aftertaste.

"The Black Sword is of the same lineage, from the same clan, and he ran away without taking action?"

"Sure enough, having the name of the Black Sword lineage is more of a curse than a blessing for this kind of person."

"I was shocked. I thought he was so awesome..."

In the quiet courtyard, the lively and relaxed atmosphere was restored again, with everyone laughing and joking freely.

Only in the corner, a lonely figure turned around and was about to leave.

Zhao Poxie's face was pale, and there were still faint red blood stains on his clothes. He turned around, looked at the slightly mocking expressions on everyone's faces, and couldn't help but sneer.

These idiots don't even have the qualifications to remember how powerful that man is.

"Ignorance is the privilege of the weak."

Zhao Poxie murmured softly, and suddenly remembered a sentence spread to Zhiguang by His Majesty Shenzong.

"Luofu Mountain... Li Mo..." Zhao Poxie shook his head, chewing the name over and over again.

The moment he failed, he knew that this year's Xuantian Pavilion final exam would be different from the past.

That lineage had been silent for three hundred years, and finally the monster appeared again.

I just don’t know if this evildoer can stand in front of the five mountain gates, shake the five-story high-rise building like the black sword back then, and ascend to the heavenly realm.

"It's a waste of time."

Zhao Poxie murmured softly and finally walked out of this quiet courtyard with endless aftertaste and awe.

…

Small courtyard, inner hall.

As soon as Chan Zhiqiu and Li Mo walked in, they couldn't help but turn around, with a solemn expression revealing deep doubts.

"What method did you just...use?"

The darkness is endless, the snake is like a demon... Such strange visions are like a brand for this descendant of the Mountain of the Past, deep into the soul and indelible.

Chan Zhiqiu felt shuddering at the echo at this moment.

"Fairy Chan is good at cultivation. Most people will gradually forget out of fear." Li Mo chuckled.

His methods are as illusory as a dream, leaving no trace.

It's like a normal person having a nightmare. The memory is profound at first, but the nightmare is compounded and makes it difficult to control himself.

But when he woke up, it would gradually become blurry after only half a day. Three days later, he only remembered that he had had a big dream. When he asked for details, he was at a loss.

"My method of cultivation in the Mountain of the Past is extremely special. It develops the mind beyond that of ordinary people, so it is more sensitive."

Chan Zhiqiu murmured, still looking at Li Mo with a puzzled look on his face.

"You are just like the Black Sword back then, and the Xuan Gong methods you use are not owned by Luofu Mountain..."

"You also have a mystery about you."

Chan Zhiqiu's beautiful eyes were filled with unprecedented curiosity, as if a scholar had discovered an all-encompassing book and couldn't wait to explore the knowledge and mysteries in it.

"I seem to have won the first place." Li Mo didn't answer and went straight to the point.

Chan Zhiqiu was silent for a while, but nodded.

Although she couldn't see Li Mo's methods and even couldn't understand them, neither Fa Ming nor Xu Feng seemed to be able to parry in front of this man just now.

"According to the rules, you can ask questions to my Mountain of Past Events and get a secret you want to know." Chan Zhiqiu whispered.

This is the weight of Mountain of the Past, the mountain gate of the world, and I don’t know how many people want to get such an opportunity.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you want to know, the Mountain of the Past can even tell you whether the founder of your mountain used his left hand or his right hand when he was a boy.

"I want to know a secret of Black Sword." Li Mo said.

"Sure enough..." Chan Zhiqiu remained silent.

At this moment, she looked at Li Mo with even more awe.

The moment when Li Mo made the request, the descendant of the Mountain of the Past was enough to conclude that this man was not a disciple of Luofu, but a descendant of the Black Sword.

He came back three hundred years ago under the halo of that man.

"Black Sword is a legend throughout his life. There are too many mysteries surrounding him. Even my Mountain of Past does not have many records about him..."

Chan Zhiqiu regained consciousness and couldn't help but said: "What secret do you want to know? I may not be able to answer you."

"I really want to know four words."

"What?"

"Seeing me as a disaster." Li Mo thought for a while and finally asked the answer he wanted to know most.

He knew that these four words were the truth of [Nine Lives Mysterious Tribulation].

"Is this why you're here?" Chan Zhiqiu was slightly stunned and asked.

"you know?"

Li Mo's eyes lit up. He didn't have high hopes at first, but seeing Chan Zhiqiu's reaction, he knew there was something going on.

"I don't know." Chan Zhiqiu shook his head.

"Then you just..."

"wait."

As she spoke, Chan Zhiqiu turned around and walked into the back hall. A moment later, when she came back, she was holding a small bronze box in her hand.

Li Mo went up to meet him and saw a seal on the small bronze box, with the four characters "Seeing me as a disaster" clearly engraved on the box.

"This is……"

"Black Sword has an old relationship with my ancestor from the Past Mountain. Back then, he left this small box, saying that one day, someone would take it..." Chan Zhiqiu told a story about the past.

From that time on, this copper box was enshrined in this courtyard and passed down from generation to generation, just like the [Yuan Chi Hui].

"If you are asking about these four words, maybe you are the person Black Sword is talking about."

Chan Zhiqiu pondered for a moment, then handed the small box into Li Mo's hand.

"It's so simple..." Li Mo was a little surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Have you ever opened it?"

"Um!?"

Chan Zhiqiu raised her eyebrows, took a deep look at Li Mo, but shook her head and said: "No one in this world dares to be so brave."

As he spoke, Chan Zhiqiu turned around and did not enter the back hall, seeming to leave the place to Li Mo.

Li Mo looked at her retreating back, sat down hurriedly, and was about to open the copper box.

"This seal is really weird." Li Mo tore at it for a long time, but it didn't move at all.

His thoughts turned quickly, and he activated his Dao Meridian Spiritual Roots and used the [Nine Life Technique] to circulate his inner breath. As soon as he touched it, the seal automatically fell off.

"It's really left to me."

Li Mo opened the copper box, and inside was a jade slip, only the size of a palm, with about a hundred small characters densely packed on it.

"This is……"

Li Mo's eyes became hot and he couldn't wait to watch. However, as his eyes continued to move, the expression on his face gradually changed. From initial shock, to disbelief, to shock, and finally to weirdness.

"The Nine Lives Mysterious Tribulation... Is there such an outrageous calamity in this world!?"

Li Mo murmured softly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

At the same time, a piece of news spread quickly and spread like wildfire in Wangxuan City.

Three hundred years later, the descendants of Luofu Mountain are here again! !