The founder of all religions

In the early morning, the fog in the mountains has not yet receded.

A ray of early sunshine swayed with dark gold luster, reflecting on the dew on the weeds, creating a colorful halo.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrible vibration came from the depths of the mountain col, causing smoke and dust to fly everywhere and jackdaws to fly.

The tombstone buried in the mountain showed cracks in the violent fluctuations, and continued to shatter at a speed visible to the naked eye. The white bones hidden under the soil were exposed and turned into powder in an instant.

"Little bastard, your shell is quite hard."

"Big black pig, don't be crazy...if you have the guts, let's fight again."

An almost roaring voice came from the mountain, revealing domineering and ferociousness.

In the bright light of Xuanjin, a huge ghostly turtle is looming. It has eternal vitality and naturally knows the secrets. Every time it breathes in, it has immeasurable power.

Correspondingly, there was a burst of black air, and in the confusion, a mysterious dharma appeared, with three heads and six arms, showing an angry image, holding the power of burning and destroying.

Two terrifying scenes collided fiercely in the mountains filled with corpses. In the diffuse smoke and dust, one black and one white, two young men appeared.

Wang Jiu's body was filled with energy, and there seemed to be stars moving in his eyes. In an instant, his longevity was like fire, burning into shocking waves.

Since the Demon Punishment Division escaped from trouble, Wang Jiu's [Shou Yuan Wuji Kung Fu] has become even more advanced. He can absorb the vitality from all directions and circulate the longevity Wuji. With such power, he has the appearance of a great demon.

Facing Wang Jiu like this, the dark-skinned young man was not afraid at all. He chanted a mantra in his mouth, and the divine power descended. His mane stood up, as if he was killing with a magic weapon, and he was about to destroy billions of golden lights and destroy the virtual image of the turtle. .

"The canopy canopy, the nine-yuan evil boy."

"Wuding Dusi, Gao Diao Beiweng."

"The Seven Governments and Eight Spirits are the most powerful and evil."

…

At this moment, a scornful voice suddenly rose from the mountain, revealing a void that was hard to find.

"Owner!"

With a thought in his mind, Wang Jiu couldn't help but stop what he was doing and look into the mountains.

At the same time, the dark-skinned young man also narrowed his eyes, following the direction of the void voice, thoughtfully.

He was too familiar with such strange fluctuations.

This is the power of the [North Emperor Shangyuan Tianpeng Great Divine Curse], using spiritual words to incite the supreme and mysterious method, like gods and demons joining in, thus producing all kinds of incredible changes and gaining fierce power.

"Is the master practicing Xuan Gong!?"

Wang Jiu's eyes narrowed, but the golden light deep in his pupils trembled slightly.

With his current level of cultivation, he can naturally see that a vague and non-existent phenomenon rises from the deep mountains into the sky. In a trance, there is a giant claw of a monster, with clear scales, towering and terrifying, and the swing is unparalleled. It was so fierce that one could even hear the dragon's roar faintly.

"Magic dragon!?" The dark-skinned young man lowered his eyes, feeling deep fear in his heart.

At this moment, he only felt that deep in the mountains, like a cold pool, there was an unknown terrifying giant beast hiding. Its fangs were first exposed, and it was frightening all directions, making him lose control and unable to control himself.

"What a mysterious skill...it can actually make the dragon-capturing hand undergo such a change..."

Suddenly, Li Mo's voice sounded again, and the next moment, the strange scene suddenly dissipated, like a cloud of smoke, disappearing into the mountains.

The diffuse smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a heavy breath came from the mountain.

Wang Jiu and the dark-skinned young man were both stunned and couldn't help but look at each other.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mo walked out. His clothes were simple, but there was a trace of mysterious energy around him, which was fleeting.

"Something is different!?"

Wang Jiu's eyes flashed with golden light. He always felt that the Li Mo in front of him was completely different from the one before entering the mountain, but he couldn't tell the difference.

"Releasing demons and ghosts will bring blessings... This mysterious skill is really good..."

Li Mo looked at Wang Jiu, then at the dark-skinned young man, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

The latter is naturally the black-maned boar demon he released.

Since that night, Li Mo began to study and practice the [Northern Emperor Shangyuan Tianpeng Great God Curse]. He found that this mysterious skill can trigger the underworld by reciting secret mantras, visualizing gestures, etc. The blessing of strength is like divine help.

Different people receive different blessings and produce different changes.

This kind of blessing is almost omnipotent. It can change the physical body, improve cultivation, and even cause incredible changes in moves... and even weapons.

Just after Li Mo's small test, his dragon-capturing hand had undergone earth-shaking changes, and its power was incomparable.

"This mysterious skill is wonderful, but it also carries great risks." Li Mo had a general understanding in his mind.

The power of Beidi's Shangyuan Tianpeng Great Divine Curse is extremely domineering. If one's mind is unstable or his body is weak, he may be dominated by this underworld power and even be swallowed up.

This mysterious skill is to use external forces to temper one's body. Once you have mastered your own way, you have to give up this method.

To put it bluntly, the blessing in the dark is fake, but the enlightenment is real.

This is the so-called cultivation of truth through falsehood.

This is the true method of cultivation.

"Gang Hyena..."

At this moment, Li Mo raised his hand and looked at the dark-skinned young man.

Zhu Ganghye, this is the name Li Mo gave him.

At first, this pig demon felt awkward... after all, it was just cracked... it was just cracked... it was easy for people to misunderstand.

But since it was Li Mo who gave the name, he could only accept it happily.

"Owner……"

"Although this mysterious skill you have acquired is powerful, it is more important to train your mind. You practice diligently, but you must not get lost in it..." Li Mo warned solemnly.

"I took note of it." Zhu Ganghe nodded heavily.

"Um……"

Li Mo's eyes narrowed and he looked at Wang Jiu again: "You can hide in the mountains to practice on weekdays, and don't make too much noise when you occasionally spar."

There are countless tombs buried in this mountain. If these two monsters really got angry, wouldn't they level the mountain?

It would be bad if Uncle Ma, who was guarding the tomb at the foot of the mountain, was frightened.

If he was scared to death, it would be even worse. Li Mo hadn't figured out the recipe for the old soup yet.

What's more, this is the eastern suburbs of the capital. If there is too much noise and attracts the attention of the city's experts, it will be extremely bad.

"Master, don't worry, I will keep my hand."

"Master, don't worry, I will let him."

Wang Jiu and Zhu Ganghe glanced at each other, their eyes met, as if there was a burst of fire, and they both caught a trace of unruly in each other's eyes.

Li Mo saw it but didn't say much.

Although these released demons and ghosts have awakened to mystical skills, their achievements behind closed doors are limited. Learning from each other and confirming each other can make their cultivation improve by leaps and bounds.

When we were in Luofu Mountain, the monkey and the three-eyed, the big bird and the big snake, the black cat and the golden scale, the waste baby... there was no waste baby... They all often competed with each other, and the battles never ended.

This can be said to be a traditional custom formed by the demons and ghosts under Li Mo.

Returning to Mingju in the eastern suburbs, Li Mo went directly to Uncle Ma's thatched cottage as usual...

The fragrant and delicious bone soup, sprinkled with chopped green onions, served with hot sesame cakes, and two big pieces of meat stewed until it's mushy...it's a wonderful start to the day.

"Master Ma, it's such a waste of your skills to guard the tomb here..."

Li Mo tasted the taste and drank the soup in the bowl, but he was full of praise.

"How about you go to the city and set up a stall, and I'll pay for it, so we can become a partnership." Li Mo suggested.

"You are probably thinking about my old soup and recipe."

Uncle Ma glared at Li Mo.

"Haha, Master Ma, what are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?"

Li Mo laughed, raised the bowl, covered his face... and drank the soup in one gulp.

"This pot of old soup still lacks flavor... When I really cook it, I will give it to you..."

Uncle Ma suddenly sighed softly, but his cloudy eyes looked towards the inner room.

"How does it feel to have shortcomings? Everything is so on point. What else is missing?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Good soup is brewed over time..."

Uncle Ma shook his head, turned and walked towards the back room.

Li Mo looked at the lonely figure, but said nothing more. After eating and drinking, he went into the city.

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Capital, Xuantian Pavilion.

This building complex located in the southeast corner of the imperial city looks like a temple from a distance.

After worshiping at the pilgrimage hall, a huge stone tablet appeared in front of us, with the two characters "Xuan Tian" written on it.

"This is the handwriting of His Majesty Shenzong... all the wonders will return to the mysterious place and enter the Haotian..."

Chen Wangdu led Li Mo into Xuantian Pavilion.

After entering the capital for more than half a month, Li Mo had just officially entered the world's largest force.

"The calligraphy of Shenzong... is really unique..."

Li Mo looked at the two dark inscriptions. If it hadn't been for Chen Wangdu's introduction, he would have thought someone had put two drops of ink on them.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is Xuantian Pavilion."

Chen Wangdu warned in a deep voice.

These days, a lot of things happened in the capital. The demon punishment law was attacked, Ye Bufan died, and a demon escaped from prison in the warden department... Each and every incident made Chen Wangdu's nerves tense a lot.

"I know these things have nothing to do with you... You were also a victim in the warden incident..."

Chen Wangdu looked at Li Mo's strange expression and quickly spoke to comfort him.

"Ye Bufan's death has been attributed to the Guixu demon. As for the warden of the fifth warden department... he has also been severely punished..."

After that night, Shao Baxing stayed in his post until he was convicted, but his official rank was lowered from the original ninth level to the tenth level.

You know, he is a master in the [Shangmiao Realm]. Half a month ago, he was on an equal footing with Wang Lingce, ranking at the eighth level.

In just half a month, he was demoted two levels in a row and received a major demerit.

This undoubtedly cast a cloud over his already extremely narrow career.

Even with this kind of punishment, Shao Baxing paid a sufficient price, relied on many connections, and sold many favors to receive such mercy.

"This gentleman is really unlucky." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"Who says it's not the case? It only took half a month..." Chen Wangdu couldn't help but laugh: "It's really a grind..."

"How to say?"

"It's embarrassing to spin around in circles!"

Chen Wangdu is Wang Lingce's man. The latter and Shao Baxing have never dealt with each other. Now that he has lost power, he is naturally happy to see the result.

As far as he knew, with Shao Baxing's current state, there was basically no chance of him getting promoted within two years. This was assuming he didn't make any mistakes.

"I brought you here today just to identify myself... It has been decided from above that in ten days, there will be a battle between the newcomers."

"Only ten days?"

"It has been delayed for a long time." Chen Wangdu shook his head.

If [Beishao Xuanzhang] hadn't suddenly appeared in Wangxuan City that day, the newcomers' martial arts fight should have been held there. Combined with the results of the two selection assessments, the current newcomer leader would be determined, and he would be granted a title. Finally, he would enter the capital and be formally worshiped. Enter the Xuantian Pavilion.

Now, for safety reasons, the seventy-five major seeds went to Beijing first, which has already delayed a lot of time.

"Be prepared, Mr. Jian Si is very optimistic about you." Chen Wangdu reminded.

The matter of the Moonlight Demon-Smashing Knife has already reached Wang Lingce's ears. He has confidence in Li Mo. Although Jiang Chen and Wu Xiang are standing in front of him, there should be no problem in winning the top three.

At that time, Wang Lingce will still have great achievements.

"Senior, where is that place? Why is there a kneeling statue?"

At this moment, Li Mo pointed to a huge bronze palace gate in the distance. There was a stone statue in front of the door, kneeling in worship, with chains across its body. Occasionally, disciples stopped to watch.

"That's Lingmen..." Chen Wangdu introduced.

The layout of Xuantian Pavilion is nine palaces and eight gates...

The Mysterious Spirit of Heaven and Earth, Hongwu Prison...each has its own territory.

Inside that bronze arch is where the Spirit Gate is.

"You should stay away from there, the girls in Lingmen are not easy to mess with..." Chen Wangdu warned.

"Girls!?" Li Mo's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but ask.

"Most of the disciples of the Ling Sect are women...most of them are obsessed with research, and many of them are still unmarried when they reach their age...Although they still have charm and stunning appearance, their tempers are very weird..."

Chen Wangdu couldn't help but sigh.

When he was young, he had just entered the Xuantian Pavilion and did not know the dangers of the human world. He once met a senior sister from the Ling Sect...

That senior sister drank papaya stewed in milk every day, so she had a great mind. Although she was forty years old, her skin was as fair as cardamom.

When he was young, Chen Wangdu was quite smart and was noticed by the senior sister at a glance.

The latter asked him if he wanted to fight for twenty years less. The young Chen Wangdu nodded quickly without thinking, expressing his willingness to fight for twenty years less.

result……

"She shortened my life by twenty years..."

"What the hell!?"

Li Mo was stunned and really didn't understand what kind of brain circuit this was.

"Anyway... the girls in Lingmen have very weird tempers. It won't hurt if you stay far away..." Chen Wangdu looked in the direction of Lingmen and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"Who is that kneeling statue?"

"His name is Han Qi... he is the first generation leader of the Ling Sect. Because he rebelled against the Shen Sect, he was permanently placed on the pillar of shame."

"The first generation master of Lingmen!?" Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes, His Majesty Shenzong hates this person deeply... For this reason, he has specially ordered Zhengyi Bookstore to compile a play called [The Traitor Han Qi], which is rehearsed every year in Xuantian Pavilion for newcomers... to use Warning."

Chen Wangdu smiled and said: "When you really get started, you will also be able to see..."

"Traitor?" Li Mo chewed the word, his expression became extremely weird.

"By the way, as a new disciple of Xuantian Pavilion, you can also sign up to participate in the performance..."

Chen Wangdu spoke softly.

"I heard there are still five big men left..."

Thanks to Mr. Fox for the reward! ! ! I finally caught up, and I almost lost my life on the highway today!