The founder of all religions

In the past, the emperor's land was full of dragons, but now it is full of desolation.

The capital city, once the most prosperous and prosperous place in the world, has now been reduced to ruins.

Fifteen years ago, during the Xuantian Catastrophe, the Doom Dharma came to the world, and all the great rivers and mountains were gone. This thousand-year-old capital was also burned to the ground and turned into scorched earth. The tragedy was even worse than when the fire hit the capital.

"The fire that hit the capital only burned half of the city... In today's capital, is there still a trace of the past?"

Wan Zongliu looked at the ruins and couldn't help but sigh.

"Even so, the capital is still the center of the world." Li Mo said calmly.

There is no other reason, just because the [Xuantian Pavilion] stands here. After the great catastrophe, the imperial power disappeared and the divine power was supreme.

Xuantian Pavilion is the deified supreme authority.

That is the only hope for people in the world, and the only way to transcend the human world and enter the immortal world.

"The Xuantian Pavilion masters have withered away. In fact, they are no longer what they used to be." Wan Zongliu said calmly.

After the Dharma came to the world and Tongtian worshiped the Tao, the level of spiritual practice in the world has improved a lot, and even enlightened people have emerged one after another, which was unimaginable before.

However, under such a background, the masters of Xuantian Pavilion were completely destroyed.

Bai Jingchan, the original master of Xuantian Pavilion, was seriously injured and imprisoned in the capital, unable to escape.

Xuantian Qijue, Monk King and Tiangang all died in the catastrophe that year.

As for Yuan Sheng and Wuzong, they also fell into the hands of Li Mo not long ago.

The butcher was seriously injured and has not recovered yet, and is almost in seclusion.

"Based on this, the only remaining members of the Xuantian Seven Arts back then were the [Army Master] and the [Shenji]."

Li Mo sighed softly. When he was still a little guy, Xuantian Qijue was a god-like existence. He didn't expect that time would pass by, but only fifteen years later, the extremely powerful man in the past would wither away.

"Emperor Qian and King Li Zong followed Lord Jiuyang into the forbidden area of ​​Shenzong... Today's Xuantian Pavilion can be broken with just a hand." Wan Zongliu said calmly.

Gui Xu has been entangled with Xuantian Pavilion for thousands of years. As the leader of Gui Xu, Wan Zongliu never thought that in his generation, he would be able to openly enter the capital and defeat Xuantian Pavilion.

"Times have changed."

In front of Xuantian Pavilion, Li Mo couldn't help but be filled with emotion when he revisited his old place.

Today's Xuantian Pavilion is very different from fifteen years ago. The palace and even the Tianshi Mansion have been moved here.

The eight Xuantian Sects of the past have long since disappeared, and the only thing that can be seen is the kneeling statue of Han Qi, the first generation leader of the Ling Sect, still standing there.

"Han Qi, the big traitor... I haven't seen it in many years."

Li Mo's past flashed into his mind. At that time, he had just started playing. "The Traitor Han Qi" was a must-see classic play for every Xuantian Pavilion disciple. Some disciples were even pulled to play the role of a big man.

"There is not even a single figure in the huge Xuantian Pavilion?" Wan Zongliu glanced at it and found it strange.

"As early as we entered the capital, someone noticed it..." Li Mo said casually.

"There are still experts in Xuantian Pavilion!"

As he spoke, Li Mo raised his hand, and everything around him slowly faded like dust, revealing the true scene.

There are ruins and wreckage all over the place, and there is no trace of Xuantian Pavilion anywhere.

"This is……"

Wan Zongliu's expression changed slightly, and his eyes became extremely sharp.

He didn't expect that with his own cultivation, he could enter the illusion and think it was true! ?

"True is true and false is false, false is false and true is true...the way to practice is to cultivate the true through falsehood..."

Li Mo didn't pay too much attention: "Who can say that everything we see in the world we live in must be true?"

"Perhaps, it's just another illusion."

"True and false, false and true..."

Li Mo's words were like a wake-up call, causing Wan Zongliu to fall into deep contemplation. Indeed, if he was still in the illusion, could he wake up?

The real strong man, the real detachment, is the one who can defeat all illusions.

But who can be sure that the reality where you are is not false! ?

"As soon as you think deeply, you will enter the devil's path... Master Tongtian is indeed the Master of Tongtian!"

At this moment, a mysterious voice came from the depths of the ruins, showing a bit of solemnity.

"Long time no see."

Li Mo looked over indifferently, waved his hand, and the surrounding scene changed again.

At this moment, they appeared in an ancient palace, illuminated by flickering candles.

"Where is this?" Wan Zongliu asked in a deep voice.

"Xuantian Pavilion, Tianyi Palace..." Li Mo said lightly: "This used to be Shenji's dojo."

"The seven secrets of Xuantian are unpredictable." Wan Zongliu thought thoughtfully.

At this time, Li Mo slowly walked towards the depths of the hall. In the center, there was a vat with transparent glass, filled with unknown liquid, with bubbles popping up one after another...

A brain was immersed in that vat, floating up and down, as if it was running, breathing, and beating...

"This is..." Wan Zongliu raised his eyebrows, feeling the aura of [Hedao Realm] from that weird brain.

"Magic machine..." Li Mo said calmly, his eyes darkened.

"God Ji? Is he a God Ji?" Wan Zongliu said in astonishment.

Even as the Lord of Guixu, he never thought that Xuantian Qijue, who was famous all over the world in the past, now only has one brain left, and it is a brain with the aura of Hedao realm.

"Lord of Guixu, you are here too."

A strange wave came out from the "brain in the jar", revealing a long-lost sigh.

"How did you become like this?" Wan Zongliu asked puzzledly.

"This is the power of [Xuantian]..." Li Mo said in a deep voice.

He could sense that this brain was extraordinary and unpredictable. The frequency of each breath, thought and beat seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth. Every flash of spiritual light was like the sun, moon and stars in the sky, eternal and immortal. In other words...

"This brain can monitor the world and master all the secrets of every place..."

"The reason why Guixu was exposed is because of this brain." Li Mo said lightly.

Guixu has been passed down for thousands of years and hidden in the two poles of heaven and earth. It has never emerged in the world. This exposure is because of the terrifying calculation and monitoring ability of this brain.

"It's really sad that the dignified Xuantian Seven Wonders were trained into a brain." Wan Zongliu frowned, feeling extremely weird.

At this moment, Xuantian Pavilion was like a devil's cave in his eyes.

"Lord of Guixu, your vision is too short-sighted... How do you know that what you see is true?"

A cold laugh came from the brain in the jar: "The world I live in is the supreme and the only immortal..."

"True and false, this is also a way of cultivation. If you can't transcend, you will sink into it..." Li Mo raised his hand and interrupted the argument between the two.

"Shenji, you still have a long way to go."

"It doesn't matter." The brain in the jar seemed to enjoy it and didn't care.

"Let's go, this is his own way."

Li Mo shook his head and walked out of the [Tianyi Palace] with Wan Zongliu. With such means, a difference in one thought, it is like the devil's way, and the eternal damnation is in front of us.

In the new era, this former Xuantian Qijue chose an unusual path.

Just after walking out, the [Tianyi Palace] behind him collapsed, turned into a ruin, and sank into the depths of the earth.

"He is..."

"No matter how time passes, in the world he created, there is another wonderful thing..." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Hedao Realm, transcending the five hundred years of life and death.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, or even a thousand years later, I wonder if there will be a later person who will discover this brain. Perhaps, that will be a fate, a new story.

"Too much trouble!"

At this moment, Li Mo snapped his fingers, and the huge Xuantian Pavilion collapsed in an instant. Powerful auras fled in all directions as if they had encountered the end of the world.

At the same time, the deepest void of Xuantian Pavilion was finally exposed to Li Mo.

On the huge copper pillar, a figure was trapped by heavy chains. His life and nutrients were constantly extracted and injected into the tripod on the altar next to him.

"Bai Jingchan!?" Wan Zongliu shouted.

The former owner of Xuantian Pavilion was liquidated because he stood on the wrong side when Xuantian Dao Seed was born. Now he is at the end of his road and is about to reach the end of his life.

"After the Xuantian catastrophe, others are brave and diligent, breaking through the realm... Only him..." Wan Zongliu sighed.

Shen Ji only had one brain left, and he had broken through to the Hedao realm.

On the contrary, masters like Bai Jingchan were tortured day and night, and their Dao fruits were about to be wiped out.

"The remnants of the old era are destined not to be favored by fate." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

As he spoke, Li Mo pointed out, and Bai Jingchan turned into a stream of light and fell into his hand, and turned into a seed.

"Senior, take it back and plant it beside the pond in front of Biyou Palace. There will be good fortune in the future." Li Mo explained.

On that day, during the Xuantian catastrophe, Bai Jingchan had helped, so this could be regarded as a conclusion of cause and effect and fate.

"Okay!" Wan Zongliu nodded, took the seed, and felt extremely strange.

Who would have thought that the dignified Lord of Guixu would one day bury the Master of Xuantian Pavilion with his own hands.

"Come!"

Li Mo hooked his finger, and the [Spirit Cauldron] on the ancient altar fell into his hand, and a whimpering sound rose slowly, as if in gratitude.

In this way, Li Mo now has six of the nine tripods of the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, namely [Shen Ding], [Xian Ding], [Zang Ding], [Cang Ding], [Di Ding] and [Spirit Ding].

"After the Shen Zong, only you can control the six tripods." Wan Zongliu sighed.

"Not enough!"

Li Mo took a step forward and came to the depths of Xuantian Pavilion, in front of an ancient temple.

This is the Taoist temple of Tianshi Mansion. After being incorporated into Xuantian Pavilion, it is now in a corner.

At this time, in the ancient temple, there are still incense rising up, and on the altar is a stone statue of the founder of Tianshi Mansion.

An old man bent over and was busy sweeping in front of the altar.

"Uncle Chu." Li Mo called softly.

"You are here..."

Uncle Chu put down the broom in his hand, raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at Li Mo as if he had expected it.

"Uncle Chu seems to have been waiting for me." Li Mo chuckled, left Wan Zongliu, and walked into the ancient temple alone.

"You are the nemesis of Xuantian Daozhong, how could you fall so easily?" Uncle Chu shook his head.

"I know that one day, you will come here!"

"Uncle Chu, you are worthy of being the owner of [Ming Ding]." Li Mo looked at Uncle Chu meaningfully.

"Ming Ding... Everyone has the right to choose their own destiny..." Uncle Chu murmured softly, and suddenly asked: "Did you kill Wang Shendao!?"

Li Mo didn't say anything, just hummed lightly and nodded.

"This is the fate he chose..." Uncle Chu sighed quietly, his expression changed, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

The demise of the last Heavenly Master represented the end of the lineage of Heavenly Masters.

He was so affectionate that he couldn't help but be moved.

"Uncle Chu..."

As soon as Li Mo opened his mouth, Uncle Chu raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I know your reason for coming..."

As he spoke, Uncle Chu raised his hand, and a cauldron emerged from his palm, glowing with a bright and transparent luster.

"The Cauldron of Life!"

"Everyone has the right to choose their own destiny..."

Uncle Chu murmured, and the bright light gradually spread, and Li Mo saw that the world inside [The Cauldron of Life] was red, and the sea of ​​blood was boiling, giving birth to a terrifying figure.

That figure was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, with a twelve-grade red blood lotus beneath him.

"That's..." Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he actually recognized it. It was a very familiar face.

"Master Ji!?"

"Kill...kill...kill..."

Endless murderous intent emanated from Master Ji's body, and the sea of ​​blood surrendered. Two terrifying magic swords rose into the sky, carrying the world-destroying demonic power and creating a murderous light...

One sword is named [Yuan Tu], and the other sword is named [Abi].

"Why is he here?" Li Mo said in a deep voice.

"The Xuantian Catastrophe changed everyone's destiny. He merged with the blood fetus left by the mosquito and completed his transformation in endless pain and despair..." Uncle Chu said solemnly.

During the Xuantian Catastrophe, the lineage of King Zhennan was cut off from now on. Those are all the relatives and close friends of Master Ji.

His father was buried in the catastrophe, and Master Ji was furious with hatred. After fusing the blood fetus, he found the remains and soul of Ji Yuan Tu, and actually trained it into a magic sword named [Yuan Tu Sword] 】.

"He is going through a demonic calamity... experiencing different fates... Those are all his own choices... You can't help him..." Uncle Chu said solemnly.

This is the mystery of Fate Cauldron, which can correct the consequences of fate in repeated attempts.

This may also be Master Ji's biggest opportunity.

At that time, he was no longer the Jishi he used to be, but...

Styx Blood Ancestor! ! !

"Destiny...it's so mysterious." Li Mo sighed and put the [Tripod of Life] in his bag.

At this point, Jiuding has seven of them.

Next, his target is the [Demon Cauldron], the demon cauldron that fell into the hands of [Zhenjun Yuanwu].

"Are you going to look for that piece of skin and find True Lord Yuanwu!?"

At this moment, Uncle Chu spoke.

"good."

"Don't bother... Mingding has already given instructions..."

"The demon fairy is hidden in the lost sacred mountain between the heaven and the earth..." Uncle Chu stared at Li Mo coldly with his dim eyes.

"You mean..."

"The sky is not too high, but this mountain is the highest... That is the entrance to the forbidden land, the terrifying inheritance of a sect for all eternity... If it were you, you would definitely be able to find it... The name of that mountain is..."

"Luofu!!!"