The founder of all religions

Ever since Li Mo condensed [Tao Seed], his life has become more leisurely.

Now, he does not need to practice as hard as before and spend hundreds of days gestating. He only needs to be transformed into [Dao Vein Spiritual Root], step into the ninth level of the inner breath realm, and become a true master.

In addition, most of Li Mo's energy was spent on the cultivation of [Dragon Transformation Technique].

He nourished his right hand with his inner breath and intensified it with the [Transformation of Dragon Technique]. His right hand, which had been trained to capture the dragon and swallowed the blood of the demon python, became extraordinary.

Dragons and snakes alternate, flesh and blood creatures change, yin and yang change easily, and vajra takes form.

Even with Li Mo's cultivation, he had to sigh at how powerful his right hand was now.

"I don't know if I have any chance of winning against a real master of [Ninth Level Inner Breath Realm] now." Li Mo was thinking in his mind.

The ninth layer of inner breath, the spiritual root of Tao.

There are only a handful of such masters in Luofu Mountain. They are at least four-star monster hunters. They can sit on the position of elder, and even become the deputy seat of a lineage.

Their strength has been honed over time, and they have the power to subjugate demons with just a thought, which is beyond the reach of ordinary monks.

However, although Li Mo has not yet truly entered the ninth level of the Inner Breath Realm, he is still very blessed.

He possesses various miraculous skills, his body is strong, and his inner energy is fused. The power given to him by just the [Zhoutian Mayfly Skill] far exceeds that of masters of the same level. Now he also practices the [Human Transformation Technique], and his right hand has mutated, whether it is to capture The power of the dragon hand or the diamond black finger has doubled.

Not to mention, Li Mo also hid a rune weapon.

In terms of real combat power, it may not be inferior to the real masters of the ninth level of the inner breath realm.

It's a pity that such a strong person can only be found but not found.

Just after noon, Li Mo packed a portion of braised chicken, plus spicy duck neck, and prepared to go to the back mountain.

These days, the rabbit is hiding in the hole and making elixirs, and he is doing his best, but the taste is getting more and more disgusting. Even the roast duck only eats the duck skin, which is 30% crispy and 70% fragrant and tender. In addition, it has to be dipped in Shanxia. Maji Sugar from Songkou Town.

"Damn bunny."

Li Mo carried the food box and walked out, and happened to meet Feng Wannian.

"Huh!? Why are you carrying a wreath?" Li Mo stopped and showed a strange look.

"Senior Brother Xiang is gone." Feng Wancheng whispered.

"Where have you gone?"

Feng Wannian was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Dead."

"..."

"Which Senior Brother Xiang?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Senior Brother Xiang Jiba." Feng Wannian whispered softly.

"It turned out to be him."

Xiang Jiba is also a disciple of [Shanguiyuan]. He is at the fourth level of the Inner Breath Realm. This level of cultivation is not weak in Shanguiyuan.

It's a pity that this person is aloof and arrogant. He failed to attack the fifth level of the Inner Breath Realm half a year ago, so he gave up on himself. He often went down the mountain and lingered in romantic places.

All the merit accumulated over the years of catching monsters was exchanged for money and spent on the skin and flesh of the women.

A few days ago, when he had no money, he even lowered the quality and specially found some elderly widows. He did this all day long, and his cultivation began to decline, and his body was not as good as before.

"Senior Brother Xiang was such a powerful person in the past. He was able to retreat unscathed from the pressing attack of five demons..." Feng Wannian couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a pity that he escaped the evil spirit's pressing force, but not the widow's pressing force!"

"Um!?"

Feng Wannian was holding a wreath with a sad and angry look on his face.

"My condolences." Li Mo patted Feng Wannian on the shoulder, but he didn't expect that he had such deep feelings for Senior Brother Xiang.

"I'm sorry, that bastard still owes me five taels of silver."

Feng Wannian cursed loudly. Those star-level monster hunters had no idea how difficult it was for their lower-level disciples to make money.

What you receive every month is not a salary, but a waste.

"What are you..." Li Mo looked at the wreath in Feng Wannian's hand.

"If he has a spirit in heaven, he'd better tell me in his dream at night whether he has any private property."

Feng Wannian cursed and walked into the class room.

"Senior Brother Xiang will never die in peace."

Li Mo murmured, carrying the food box, and rushed to the back mountain.

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Luofu back mountain.

Smoke and dust curled up like a rising dragon, and the terrifying breath crushed a dense forest.

The huge rock wall is covered with palm prints.

Xiao Chaoyuan looked at the marks he left, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Since that day, he realized the artistic conception of King Kong and obtained a stone wall with a sword finger imprint from the back mountain. The deputy director of Shanguiyuan studied it painstakingly, hoping to understand the mysterious artistic conception and help him. Take the crucial step yourself.

"Even though he has spiritual roots of Taoism, he does not have the nature of Vajra." Xiao Chaoyuan's eyes darkened slightly, with deep longing in his eyes.

The way of cultivation pays attention to the dual cultivation of life and life. The physical body is life, the realm is great, the spiritual roots of Taoism, hundreds of medicines to nourish blood, and the refinement of bones... are all life cultivation.

Consciousness is sex, temperament changes, spiritual transformation, soul training... are the cultivation of sex.

Life is easy to cultivate, but sex is difficult to cultivate.

There is a saying in the Taoist scriptures that it is difficult to cultivate one's life in ten years, and it is difficult to realize the knowledge of one's nature in one day.

Xiao Chaoyuan believed that if he could suddenly realize the artistic conception of Vajra and develop the Vajra nature in his inner breath, he would be able to transform his spiritual roots again and reach the realm he dreamed of.

Just from this step, we can see the ambition of the Deputy Chairman of Yamakiin.

The inner breath transforms into Vajra, a state that not even Li Mo has reached.

Now, he has only trained his right index finger to become a diamond, which is transformed into blood and bones.

"The path of cultivation is indeed extremely difficult."

Xiao Chaoyuan murmured softly and grabbed the bluestone beside him.

"Um!?"

Once it was empty, Xiao Chaoyuan was stunned for a moment. There was nothing on the bluestone.

He clearly remembered where his gourd [Baizhen Wine] was placed.

This treasure is of extraordinary value. Xiao Chaoyuan used his merits to redeem the prescription from the sect. The brewing process is also very particular. It requires the use of 330 kinds of precious medicinal materials, clear rain, mountain spring water, and scorching heat. Brewed with well water.

After three years of work, only half a tank of wine was produced, which was specially used to nourish the spiritual roots of the Dao Meridian.

Even for someone like Xiao Chaoyuan, who is at the ninth level of the Inner Breath Realm, it is considered a treasure.

"Stolen!?"

Xiao Chaoyuan narrowed his eyes slightly. He had long heard that there were thieves in the mountain gate these days. He didn't believe it at first, but he didn't expect that this little thief was not only extremely skillful but also very courageous. He actually stole something on his head.

"So brave."

Xiao Chaoyuan shouted loudly.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, and the wind roared with strange force.

In an instant, within a radius of a hundred feet, sand and rocks were flying, and smoke and dust suddenly arose. The terrifying power suppressed the grass and trees, and the forest shook.

This is the state of cultivating the spiritual roots of Taoism. With a single thought, you have the power to subdue demons.

Suddenly, among the messy grass and trees, a white shadow suddenly appeared, but it was a rabbit holding a gourd in its mouth.

"Still want to run away!?" Xiao Chaoyuan sneered. He tapped his foot lightly, and small stones shot out, carrying the power of drilling through gold and stone, and aimed at the rabbit's head.

The rabbit glared, and instantly collapsed to the ground in fright, its frightened eyes showing despair.

"Stupid rabbits always get into trouble."

At this moment, an impatient voice resounded in the Youyou Valley.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flashed past, like a ghost running rampant, but it picked up the rabbit and avoided the sure-kill stone.

"Um!?"

Xiao Chaoyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he cast his gaze, the person standing in front of him was a young man.