The founder of all religions

Ghost King Sect! ?

The moment Li Mo heard the name, a look of surprise could not help but appear in the depths of his dazed eyes, and a beautiful figure gradually appeared in his mind.

"One day, I will establish a sect to protect all the ghosts in the world. I will give orders to spread the law and call myself the King of Ghosts!"

"If I establish a sect, I will regard En Gong as the founder."

"If my lineage lasts for a thousand years, I will worship it from generation to generation, burn incense and sincerely express my gratitude to the ancestors for their kindness."

At the top of the Yin Mountain, black clouds crossed, and under the pale moon, a group of ghosts gathered together. The white shadow drifted away, and it was as if it were the first time he saw it in Prajna Temple...

As bright as the moonlight, there are shadows in the sky, and the traces are floating and uncertain, and life and death gather together in an impermanent way.

"Ghost King Sect... Ghost King Sect..." Li Mo murmured, thoughtfully.

Everything about that day seems to be in front of my eyes, and every scene seems to be fleeting, unforgettable.

Bai Xiaoqian said that when she founded a sect, she would have the courage to carry all the ghosts in the world.

Tens of thousands of ghosts are hidden, breaking through the realm and becoming the king. The world is so vast that he is called the King of Ghosts.

"What? You know!?"

Gu Pingfan seemed to notice the change in Li Mo's mood and asked lightly.

"Never heard of it." Li Mo shook his head and his expression returned to normal.

"I'll take this job."

"Young people, it's good to be motivated."

Gu Pingfan nodded. He always stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the stone tablet in front of him, his fat body rising and falling slightly rhythmically.

"But this matter involves the Shanmen Sect... Wumen will also cooperate in handling the case, so please be more careful."

Gu Pingfan changed the subject and made a point.

Military forces are deployed all over the world, and the martial arts gate is responsible for monsters and supervising the mountain gate.

For this emerging sect, it is naturally within the scope of Wumen's supervision. If it were not for the sudden rise of the [Ghost King Sect] that was suspected of being involved in Guixu, the task of eradicating it would have fallen on Wumen.

Now it can be regarded as a collaborative case handling across yamen.

"I understand." Li Mo nodded thoughtfully.

The water in Xuantian Pavilion is very deep. Just from this case, we can get a glimpse of it. It seems that the case is handled collaboratively, but who takes the lead is very important. It involves the initiative in the case handling process and the final credit. distribution.

"It's not easy to get mixed up in the establishment." Li Mo sighed.

Although he is now mixed into the establishment, because of this, he feels more and more that entering the establishment is just the starting point. It is much harder to get along well in it than to practice.

"This case is over, Xuantian Dao's fetal energy will be yours." Gu Pingfan sighed softly.

What he meant was that this was Li Mo's first test after entering Xuantian Pavilion, and it was also a guarantee for successfully obtaining [Xuantian Dao Fetal Qi].

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Pingfan finally moved his steps and turned around.

At this moment, Li Mo discovered that the clothes of the leader of the Hongmen had already been soaked with sweat, and his chubby face was red with blood.

A vast artistic conception rolled from the monument behind him, like a stormy wave, like flowing clouds, like thunder, like mist... strange and all-encompassing.

In a daze, Li Mo saw that there were two deep sword marks on the ancient inscription, one black and one white, like the flow of yin and yang, like the rushing of time.

With just one glance, it seems like you are about to fall into it and find it difficult to extricate yourself.

"What's this?"

Li Mo took one look and was fascinated, as if his eyes were filled with nails that he could never pull out.

"This is the [Sword Grinding Stone]..." Gu Pingfan glanced at Li Mo and moved slightly to block his gaze.

Li Mo calmed down and realized that his clothes were soaked with sweat and that most of the spiritual energy in his dantian was empty.

"this……"

"According to legend, this [sword sharpening stone] was brought out from that place by His Majesty Shenzong. It has been hidden in this small courtyard since the founding of Hongmen."

Gu Pingfan's eyes narrowed slightly, shining with a different kind of brilliance.

"Use your body as a sword, and use God as your edge... Young man, your sword cannot withstand the sharpening of this stone."

At this point, Gu Pingfan sighed softly, and a look of loneliness appeared on his chubby face.

"In ancient times, swordsmen were like stars. How many sharp edges did they have in life?"

By sharpening the sword with this, only by reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship can one leave sword marks on this [sword sharpening stone].

"The ultimate in swordsmanship!?"

Li Mo was thoughtful, and subconsciously looked at the ancient stone tablet again, and the vast artistic conception came to his face again.

The two sword marks, one black and one white, are shocking and awe-inspiring.

"In the past five hundred years, only two people have left sword marks on this [sword grinding stone]..."

Gu Pingfan's voice was calm, but deep in his eyes, there was deep desire, which was the pursuit and yearning for the ultimate in swordsmanship.

Throughout the ages, there have been a few people who have been able to stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. In such a state, if they could catch a glimpse of their true appearance, they would die without regrets.

Hearing the Tao in the morning is enough to die in the evening.

"Who?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, Wang Lingce next to him couldn't help but look strange.

He had also heard about this [Sword Grinding Stone]. Shenzong established the stone here, but it was not discovered until five hundred years ago.

However, in the past five hundred years, only two sword marks have been left on it.

"Black Sword!"

Gu Pingfan murmured a name.

"really!"

Li Mo's heart skipped a beat. Although he had expected it, when he heard the name from the head of Hongmen, he still had ups and downs in his heart.

Three hundred years ago, the Black Sword was born. Although he had a vicious reputation, only after entering the Xuantian Pavilion did this man's dusty past begin to be slowly revealed in front of Li Mo.

"For three hundred years, he was the leader of the swordsmanship, standing at the top."

Gu Pingfan whispered softly, staring at the dark sword mark with blazing eyes.

"Where is the other person?"

As soon as these words came out, Gu Pingfan's eyes trembled slightly, and he was silent for a long time before he uttered a name.

"Sword Immortal in White!"

"Eight Great Demon Immortals!? He can come here and leave sword marks?" Li Mo said in surprise.

Xuantian Pavilion is the state religion of Daqian.

Even though the eight great demon immortals in the world have established the Demon Ghost Palace and are the top masters in the world, logically speaking, they cannot come to the Xuantian Pavilion.

"That happened a long time ago...Three hundred years ago, white clothes and black swords...these two great swordsmanship leaders had an intersection. Their dharma was passed down from generation to generation, and the world was afraid of it..."

Gu Pingfan was in an affectionate trance, murmuring softly.

"Has the Sword Immortal in White lived for so long? It's been almost five hundred years..." Li Mo sighed.

Based on this calculation, this leader of the swordsmanship, one of the eight demon immortals, really had an encounter with the black sword.

"The Sword Immortal in White knows the Black Sword..."

"Their relationship was complicated."

Gu Pingfan shook his head, seemingly unwilling to dwell on this topic any longer, and immediately waved his hand.

"These two sword marks contain mysteries... Over the years, many disciples have wanted to understand the magic of swordsmanship..." Gu Pingfan chuckled.

"If you are interested, you can come and take a look..."

As he spoke, Gu Pingfan took out a bronze key and threw it to Li Mo.

This small courtyard is extremely special, and ordinary Hongmen disciples are not qualified to enter.

Today, Gu Pingfan broke the old rule and gave Li Mo a pass.

"Thank you, Master."

Li Mo held the bronze key tightly and entered the imperial court. As expected, the benefits continued, and various benefits emerged one after another.

Especially as the new leader, Li Mo clearly felt the care and attention from his leaders.

"But your realm is still low. It's no different after watching it for a long time. Don't get obsessed with it." Gu Pingfan reminded.

"I understand." Li Mo nodded.

"Go ahead, I will have someone give you the files about the [Ghost King Sect] later."

Gu Pingfan waved his hand, which represented the successful conclusion of today's conversation.

Li Mo bowed and left the quiet courtyard with the bronze key.

"Master, you...why did you give him the secret key?"

Wang Lingce looked at Li Mo's retreating figure and finally couldn't help but said.

"This young man is pretty good. He didn't faint when he saw the [Sword Grinding Stone] for the first time... He's much better than you." Gu Pingfan said calmly.

When Wang Lingce heard this, his old face turned red. When he first saw the [Sword Grinding Stone], he fainted on the spot and became incontinent. It took three days and three nights before he woke up.

"Even if he has some talent, it is too dangerous to understand these two sword marks." Wang Lingce couldn't help but said.

One black, one white, two sword marks, which contain mysteries but also hidden murderous intent.

Over the years, there have been very few Hongmen disciples who have been able to understand something from it. On the contrary, there are many who have been hit hard by the backlash.

Even Gu Pingfan, as the leader of the Hong Sect, could only use the pressure of these two sword marks to hone himself at most, but he was still unable to decipher the secrets and gain any enlightenment and strength.

"Of course he can't understand anything..."

Gu Pingfan smiled. He naturally knew that for Li Mo, it was too little to understand these two sword marks.

However, as the leader of the new ranking, and having killed the most popular seed this year, it is inevitable to feel arrogant, so it is a good way to use this opportunity to sharpen the edges.

"When he hits a few snags, he'll know what it means to have a better future."

Gu Pingfan looked at the direction in which Li Mo was leaving, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

boom……

At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded.

Gu Pingfan's face turned pale, and he suddenly turned around and suddenly discovered that a crack appeared on the [Sword Grinding Stone] that had stood here for nine hundred years, penetrating the black sword mark. It was shocking and could not be ignored.

"Cracked... cracked..."

Wang Lingce screamed and quickly covered his mouth.

"How...how did it crack?" Gu Pingping's eyes widened and he looked at his hands in disbelief. A look of doubtful surprise gradually appeared on his chubby face.

"Did I break through!?"

Gu Pingfan murmured softly, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

"Congratulations to the sect master, congratulations to the sect master for your great achievement for generations to come."

Wang Lingce, with his sharp ears and eyesight, bowed directly to him.

"Hahaha, this month, the salaries of all Hongmen disciples will be doubled."

Gu Pingfan laughed loudly, his laughter rumbling like a bell, echoing in the quiet courtyard.

…

Leave Hongmen and walk out of Xuantian Pavilion.

Li Mo suddenly stopped and couldn't help but look back at the current state religion.

He clenched his fists, his face turned red, and his trembling body could no longer bear it.

At this moment, deep in Li Mo's dantian, the spiritual seedling that had just been produced by the smelting of the [Nine Life Methods] was emitting a gray brilliance.

Suddenly, a black sword light slowly rose up, only the size of a thumb, and it suddenly condensed into a dark black sword pill.

The runes on the surface of this dark sword pill flashed like stars boiling, and the sword intent ran around it, exuding a terrifying and terrifying aura.

Rumble...

At this moment, Li Mo's body couldn't stop shaking the air, and the terrifying sword intent radiated from his body, causing the ground beneath his feet to crack.

The floating clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.

"This is……"

Li Mo's expression suddenly changed and he was startled. Such a terrifying scene became more and more intense.

He looked up and saw that the sky had changed, and black clouds were slowly gathering from all directions.

"It's going to rain. Go home and collect your clothes quickly."

Not far away, a cry of surprise rang out for half the street.

At this moment, in Li Mo's dantian, the dark and black sword pill became more and more terrifying, with the runes on its surface glowing brightly, as if it was going to continue to deduce, changing and killing in mysterious ways.

"You can't show off your power here."

Li Mo's eyes suddenly sank, and he hurriedly activated the [Nine Life Method] to activate the Dantian spirit seedlings. The gray luster flowed like mercury and rushed towards the dark black sword pill.

Buzz…

Suddenly, the gray spiritual aura was like a scabbard, sealing the Dark Sword Pill. The terrifying sword intent instantly converged, and the terrifying vision also dissipated.

Li Mo took a deep breath, and the bulging veins slowly calmed down, and the blood in his body returned to his apertures. When he looked up, the black clouds that had not gathered yet dispersed in an instant.

"Scared me."

Li Mo murmured softly, feeling the [Black Sword Pill] hidden in his dantian, and couldn't help but reveal a greedy smile.

"Black sword magic vein? Hehe... This is a big killer, a good thing."

As he spoke, Li Mo turned around subconsciously, glanced at the door of Xuantian Pavilion again, then stood up and quickly left the scene.

Tonight, he would study this sudden opportunity and sleep with it in his arms.

…

Late at night.

In the deep mountains and swamps, the peaks rise and fall like evil dragons, with clear backs, winding and entrenching themselves on the earth.

The fierce mountain wind howled like a roar, and in a trance, a red lantern lit up, looming on the narrow mountain road.

Suddenly, in the terrifying strong wind, countless ghost figures emerged, as if hidden in the mist, with distinct claws and jagged skulls...

Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and all living things retreat.

In the whining demon wind, a large skeleton sedan was suspended in the air. Hundreds of ghosts cleared the way, and the red light led the way. The terrifying vision made the demon hunters dozens of miles away remain silent and did not dare to show their heads.

"Master, there is a demonic aura over there."

"Shut up, it's just windy at night."

"Master, there seems to be a group of demons dancing around there."

"Fart, it's cloudy in the mountains, it's just going to rain."

"master……"

"Don't call me master when you're riding a horse."

In a dilapidated small temple in the mountain, an elderly monster hunter raised his hand and struck his apprentice with a knife, knocking him unconscious. His trembling eyes looked toward the mountains in the distance, full of fear.

"Sect Master, the master from Guixu is here."

On the cold mountain road, a low roar resounded, like a hundred ghosts roaring in unison, with men, women, old and young mixed in, wrapped in deep awe.

"knew!"

At this moment, a slow and ethereal voice echoed from the red sedan, radiating the majesty of a great master.

All the ghosts shouted together, shaking the mountains and fields with fear, and they raced against the sand and rocks.

The jumping lanterns are like the emotions of ghosts, with uncontrollable excitement and awe.

At this moment, the true form of the leader of the Ghost King Sect arrives! !

Thanks to Murong Yue, one person’s pantomime, and book friend 20201008134921795 for the reward! ! !