The founder of all religions

The flowing clouds cross, setting off a bright moon.

In the quiet courtyard, Uncle Ma sat at the stone table, with milky white bone soup boiling in a broken small cauldron in front of him.

This is the old man's most proud craft.

"Sit down, wait a little longer and you can drink." Uncle Ma said as always.

"Uncle Ma, you..."

At this moment, the way Li Mo looked at Uncle Ma was different from before. He knew that the former gravekeeper in the eastern suburbs of the capital before him was not an ordinary person.

The emperor cast nine cauldrons, and the cauldrons were divided into different parts to choose the master, so that one could transform the nine cauldrons.

Uncle Ma is one of the nine great cauldron masters in the world.

That day, he was alone, facing the Lord of the Demon City, facing the Guixu Sheji Ding.

This made Li Mo faintly worried.

"Xiao Li Mo, have you found anything left by the black sword?" Uncle Ma suddenly said, changing the subject.

"Yes." Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded heavily.

His crystals were crystal clear, and there seemed to be a black stream of light running under his skin. The mysterious, primitive, and terrifying aura rendered his blood into a crystal-like luster.

On that day, Li Mo fused the [Eternal Night Sword] with his physical body, transformed it into limbs and bones, and sacrificed the spine and keel.

Although he is still in the [Ascension Realm] now, this physical body alone is comparable to a holy soldier.

The most important thing is that he fused the two talismans hidden in the [Eternal Night Sword], one is the key to opening the inheritance portal of the Demon City...

The other is to inherit the Ding Seal, one of the Nine Cauldrons.

"With this cauldron seal, you can fuse with the cauldron hidden by the black sword." Uncle Ma said solemnly.

Since Shenzong, no one in the world can control the Nine Cauldrons by himself, so the Cauldrons are divided into masters to transform the Nine Cauldrons into one.

Even so, Jiuding is still the king of divine weapons in the world.

Back then, Black Sword had a great chance and found a cauldron. However, he was not destined to become the master of the cauldron.

"I don't know what method he used to trap the cauldron..."

There was a hint of admiration in Uncle Ma's eyes. As the master of the cauldron, he naturally knew the terrifying power of each cauldron...

That is the supreme power to destroy the world and transform the mountains and rivers.

Their majesty cannot be desecrated, nor can their will be disobeyed.

"This cauldron seal is an opportunity to try fusion. Once successful, you will be the new cauldron master." Uncle Ma took a deep look at Li Mo.

"Becoming the cauldron master, you will know how terrifying that cauldron is, so you don't need to worry about me. There are many people in the world who can defeat me, but there are really only a few people who can kill me..."

The corners of Uncle Ma's mouth raised slightly, but his cold laughter hid uncontrollable confidence.

"Uncle Ma, can I succeed?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"It's hard to say...each tripod has its own will. Whether it can be integrated has nothing to do with strength and cultivation. If it succeeds, it will be successful. If it fails, it may not suffer any loss, or it may die..." Uncle Ma imparted his experience.

"Is it so unreliable?" Li Mo frowned. The uncertainty of becoming the cauldron master was greater than he imagined.

"Just be content. No one can ask for such an opportunity."

Uncle Ma raised his eyes and scanned it, and said calmly: "By the way, there is another uncertain factor in the fusion cauldron..."

"What?"

"time."

"Time!?" Li Mo was puzzled.

"The time for fusion varies from person to person... When I fused the cauldron, it took me a full thirteen years... I was asleep for thirteen years..."

"So long!?" Li Mo was stunned and speechless.

"There are also short ones... It only took three days for Emperor Qian."

Uncle Ma said that even if it succeeds, the time everyone has to devote is uncertain.

"Emperor Qian is also the master of the cauldron!?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"As you said, the Nine Cauldrons were originally refined by Shenzong. This is their own thing. Can't they inherit one cauldron!?" Uncle Ma said calmly.

Of the nine great cauldrons, only the one from the Daqian royal family was inherited by blood and passed down in an orderly manner.

"Who else?"

"The Tianshi Mansion also has one in its hands." Uncle Ma said solemnly.

"Wang Shen Dao!?"

The figure of the Master of the Tianshi Mansion emerged in Li Mo's mind, the most powerful Tianshi in the world today.

"It's not him." Uncle Ma shook his head.

"The cauldron master of the Tianshi Mansion is an old magic stick named Chu. He is hidden very deep. Not many people know him."

Mentioning this person, Uncle Ma's cloudy eyes couldn't help but flash a sharp light.

"Xiao Li Mo, the nine cauldrons are the kings of divine weapons. There is no rule for them to choose their masters..."

"Since their birth, perhaps the only one who has truly upheld their will is the number one master in the world."

"Shen Zong!" Li Mo whispered.

"That's right... I'm afraid you still don't know the terror of the King of Artifacts..."

At this point, Uncle Ma dipped the tea next to him and wrote two ancient seal characters on the worn stone table.

"Holy!?" Li Mo lowered his eyes and recognized it.

"Yes, above the holy weapons, there are divine weapons..." Uncle Ma said softly.

Even the holy soldiers are divided into five levels, namely, the small holy soldiers, the great holy soldiers, the innate holy soldiers, the king-level holy soldiers, and the most powerful holy soldiers.

The little holy soldier can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like a human being, practice independently, and even repair some small and weak scars on its own. As the sun and moon pass away, it is very likely that it will break through its own limits and step into the realm of the great holy soldier. ranks.

The Great Holy Soldier has an extraordinary quality and is capable of ascending to the heavens, traveling in the sky, absorbing higher energy, and refining itself.

Like Li Mo's [Qingping Sword], when it first becomes a holy weapon, it is already among the [Great Holy Weapons]. It has huge potential and can travel to the outside world.

The innate holy soldiers are almost real creatures, as if they were born innately. Even if they are broken and fall, they can still retain a trace of their true spirit and be reincarnated as a human being.

"The innate holy soldier can actually be reincarnated as a human!?" Li Mo was slightly moved.

Weapons can be reincarnated, and they are holy weapons. If this is true, how terrible it would be! ?

"Yes, this is the scary thing about the innate holy soldiers..." Uncle Ma pondered for a moment and took a deep look at Li Mo.

"Although there is only one in 10,000 chance, once reincarnated and grown up, it will be a very terrifying existence."

Having said this, Uncle Ma paused for a moment before saying: "The [Wuzong], one of Xuantian's Seven Ultimates, is most likely the reincarnation of an innate holy weapon."

"Wuzong!?" Li Mo was thoughtful.

It is a miracle that the most amazing monster in the history of Martial Arts Mountain, who was born in the mountain sect, can become one of the [Xuantian Seven Arts] and stand among the top powerful people in the world.

"It seems that the most powerful people... everyone has their own secrets." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh to himself.

Above the innate saint weapons are the king-level saint weapons.

At this level, even if it is broken into thousands and only a wisp of ash remains, it can still flow into a river and gradually recover, and it can be regarded as immortal.

Above the king-level saint weapons are the most powerful saint weapons.

This level of power can easily crush and destroy a king-level holy weapon, causing it to be eternally extinct.

Looking at the world, there are only a few who truly reach the ranks of the most powerful holy soldiers.

Little Saint Soldier, Great Saint Soldier, Innate Saint Soldier, King Grade Saint Soldier, and Most Powerful Saint Soldier. These are the five levels of Saint Soldier.

Further up are the divine weapons.

The [Wu Sheng Killing Sword] of the Sword Immortal in White, the [Immortal Coffin] of Beisha Xuanzhang, the [Ancient Buddha Building] of the Pagoda Tower owner, the [Great Guangming Palace] of Emperor Li of the Southern Ming Dynasty, the [She Ji Ding] of Guixu, [Zhao] [Demon Flag], [Future Dharma Eye], etc. are all among the magic weapons.

Among the divine weapons in the world, only Jiuding can be called the king of divine weapons.

"this……"

Li Mo was silent for a moment. He originally thought that the Qingping Sword he had made was rare in the world, but he didn't expect that he was still so far away from the magic weapon, let alone the only king who could suppress the many magic weapons.

"To make a divine weapon, there are thousands of difficulties. The weather, the right place, the right people, cultivation, resources, good fortune... all are indispensable... Even so, throughout the ages, there are only one million people who can achieve such a weapon, and it is difficult to survive... "Uncle Ma said in a deep voice.

Not to mention the divine weapon, even if it is the five levels of the holy weapon, every time you advance to a higher level, you don't know how much effort it takes.

Among the divine weapons in the world, only the [True Dragon Treasure Horn] of the Dragon King of the East China Sea was promoted step by step from the weakest weapon, and finally crossed the five levels of holy weapons and entered the ranks of divine weapons.

"Dragon King of the East China Sea...True Dragon Treasure Horn..."

This was not the first time that Li Mo heard the name of this demon fairy, but he often passed it by in a few words.

This demon fairy seemed extremely mysterious.

"The Dragon King of the East China Sea...it is rumored that he is the only dragon in the world."

"dragon……"

From ancient times to the present, there are records about dragons, whether in ancient secret books or historical legends.

However, no one in the world has ever really seen this powerful creature, not even the monster hunter.

But the [Dragon King of the East China Sea] is alive, real, and the only dragon in the world.

Perhaps, because of this, the mysterious color about him is more intense, far better than other demons and immortals.

"The True Dragon's Horn is originally a mortal weapon...but that man is so outrageous..." Uncle Ma said solemnly.

Not to mention anything else, it is extremely difficult to be promoted to a holy soldier. Even though there are thousands of ways, [Dragon King of the East China Sea] chose the most direct, yet cruelest way.

"Swallow other holy soldiers directly, just like cannibalism, to strengthen yourself!" Uncle Ma said solemnly.

The [True Dragon Treasure Horn] of the Dragon King of the East China Sea had devoured many holy weapons before it became a divine weapon.

He even went to the outer world and frantically searched for holy soldiers to devour, earning him a reputation for evil.

Because of this, among the eight demon immortals, the [True Dragon Treasure Horn] of the Dragon King of the East China Sea is known as the most ferocious. When it comes to killing, it is not inferior to the [Wu Sheng Killing Sword] of the Sword Immortal in White.

When the True Dragon Treasure Horn was promoted to the Divine Weapon, he was born with a strange phenomenon, the vast ocean turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the pale horn hit the sky! ! !

"The eight great demons in the world are indeed more ruthless than the other." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"The path of the Dragon King of the East China Sea cannot be copied. Since Shenzong came down, for thousands of years, there has been only this one dragon..."

Uncle Ma sighed quietly, picked up the spoon, and poured a bowl of bone soup for Li Mo from the old little cauldron.

"You now know how rare the opportunity left by Black Sword is."

"If you can really become the cauldron master, it will be a great blessing..."

Having said this, Uncle Ma paused for a moment and asked calmly: "Where did Black Sword hide the tripod?"

"Capital!" Li Mo blurted out.

"That's where it is!?"

Uncle Ma's hand holding the spoon shook slightly, showing a look of astonishment.

The Daqian royal family has been searching for the tripod for more than three hundred years. They never dreamed that Black Sword would hide it right under their noses.

"Interesting... really interesting..." Uncle Ma put down the spoon.

"Speaking of which, you should be returning to Beijing soon."

"Well, I guess we can leave in about ten days." Li Mo tasted the soup in the bowl, and his mind seemed to have drifted back to the capital.

Feng Wannian, Ji Shi, Hong Xiaofu, Shang Xujian, Xiao Yunfeng, Chen Pingping, Yu Zhaoyue... I don't know what happened to these old friends.

Of course, what worries Li Mo the most is the seventeenth prince and the mysterious Li family ancestral hall.

It was because of them that he saw Wang Lingce die in front of his eyes and had no choice but to leave the capital and go somewhere far away.

"It's time to go back after being out for so long."

Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly. That night, he bid farewell to Uncle Ma and returned to Qingping Mountain and Biyou Palace.

Compared with the Biyou Residence of the past, the Biyou Palace today is much more spacious.

In the dead of night, Wang Jiu, Zhu Gang, Kui Gang, Xia Cicada, Xie Pipa and others all fell asleep.

However, as soon as he stepped into the entrance hall, Li Mo smelled a special aroma. He followed the smell and saw a petite figure in the side hall, hiding in the corner and looking at the stove. He didn't know what was going on in the boiling pot. Cooking something.

"Meng Xiaoyu!?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that this was the little fish monster with a bad memory that he had caught casually on Ailao Mountain that day.

"Sir...sir...you are back..."

When Meng Xiaoyu saw Li Mo, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked panicked.

She is different from other demons and ghosts. In Biyou Palace, she has always been regarded as a prisoner under the hierarchy, as humble as dirt.

"what are you doing here?"

"I'm hungry... Make some soup... Sir, would you like to try it..." Meng Xiaoyu lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.

"Farewell..." Li Mo waved his hand.

Incompetent Meng Xiaoyu also has a skill, which is the ability to prepare delicious soup.

After drinking the soup she made, it can make people forget their worries and gain ultimate physical happiness. They can even forget pain and trauma... But there is one thing: drinking too much can easily lead to addiction.

The most important thing is that the secret of this soup lies in a liquid secreted by Meng Xiaoyu as a fish demon.

This made Li Mo feel queasy, but he also saw the special talent hidden in this little fish demon, so he kept it.

vomit……

At this moment, Meng Xiaoyu opened the lid of the pot, and a stream of clear liquid spit out from her mouth and dripped into the pot.

Li Mo glanced at it and felt his stomach churning.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Li Mo suddenly discovered that when Meng Xiaoyu lowered his head to circulate the demonic energy and spit, the silver scales flickered in the center of his head, like ripples, showing strange lines. At first glance, there were slightly The bulge looks very much like a horn.