The founder of all religions

Halfway through the moon, the temple is ruined in the wilderness.

The rising bonfire stirred up the charred firewood, making a crackling sound, bringing some warmth to the dark and cold temple.

The broken statue looked slightly hideous in the flickering firelight.

"Junior brother, ahead is Yinshan Mountain, which is the territory of Yinshan Ghost Lama." Xiao Luyao couldn't help but say as she stirred the bonfire with a wooden branch.

There are hundreds of miles of dry graves in the Yinshan Mountains, and the earth's veins have long been infected by the evil and sinister energy.

This kind of place is taboo for practitioners, but it is fertile ground for demons and ghosts.

Therefore, even the disciples of Luofu Mountain would not dare to set foot in such a dangerous and dangerous place.

Xiao Luyao visited Yinshan Mountain many times, but she only dared to wander around the periphery, and she always invited helpers to go hand in hand.

If you go alone and trespass into the Yinshan Mountains, you will only see bones and regrets.

"Senior Sister Xiao, since you know the danger, you'd better turn back as soon as possible." Li Mo said casually.

"Even if you don't want to take the Xuantian Pavilion assessment with me, you don't have to seek death." Xiao Luyao shook her head.

"..."

"It's cold in the Yinshan Mountains. Even if you die, someone still has to collect the body."

Xiao Luyao whispered softly, and a trace of heaviness appeared on her beautiful face.

"Sister, you..."

"The first time I went to Yinshan Mountain, I was led by my senior sister. Finally, I carried her back to Luofu Mountain..." Xiao Luyao looked at the bonfire with an expressionless face.

"When we returned to the mountain gate, senior sister's body was already stiff and cold..."

When Li Mo heard this, he remained silent.

Yan Zixia once said that as a monster hunter, no one knows which day he will die under the claws of monsters.

Over the years, although Li Mo was in a prison, he had seen too many people leave.

Even Shen Yimen has a past that he doesn't want to mention.

"Since you have become a monster hunter, how can you not see dead people?"

Xiao Luyao murmured, not knowing whether she was talking to Li Mo or admonishing herself.

"From then on, I told myself that I must become very strong... strong enough to be recognized by Xuantian Pavilion." Xiao Luyao clenched her jade hands subconsciously.

This is her biggest goal, and it is also the obsession in her heart. Just like the fire in front of her, the hunt will never be extinguished.

"I have been wandering around for these years and have made a lot of progress. But the more I progress, the more I realize that the world is very big...so big that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers..."

As he spoke, Xiao Luyao looked at Li Mo and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.

"I'm afraid you can't imagine that at our age, there are people who have already entered the ninth level of the inner breath realm."

"Dao Meridian Spiritual Root!" Li Mo whispered.

Xiao Luyao's beautiful eyes were filled with helplessness. Such a talent was simply unimaginable, as if he had taken over the world from the spirit of Zhong Ling.

At such an age, one has entered the ninth realm.

If she had such a talent, why would she have to work so hard and plan every step of the way to take the Xuantian Pavilion exam! ?

"Senior sister, everyone has his own destiny, and everyone has his own fate..." Li Mo said softly.

"Little baby, you only have so much knowledge and you dare to talk nonsense about destiny?"

At this moment, a burst of laughter came from outside the door.

The laughter did not stop, and the dilapidated wooden door suddenly opened. The night wind poured into the ruined temple like a knife, making the bonfire sway and making the broken statue of Shen Shen behind him even more weird.

Li Mo looked up and saw a gray-haired old man walking in with the support of a young man carrying a wooden sword.

"Little baby, it's dark and the road is far away, so you don't mind if you can get a roof over your head." The gray-haired old man grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"Whatever." Li Mo said lightly.

The ruined temples on the left and right do not belong to them.

"Disciple, help me over."

With the support of the young man, the gray-haired old man actually sat on his own, like a bonfire rising from Li Mo.

Such an action fell into Xiao Luyao's eyes, and she suddenly became displeased.

"Old man, it seems that you are a demon hunter?" Xiao Luyao glanced at Mu Jian behind the old man. Thunder wood with escape patterns and evil-proofing runes were common items.

"The girl's eyes are very poisonous." The old man squinted his eyes and smiled.

"There are many spirits in the barren mountains. If you are in danger, you may need the old man's protection."

"Oh? So you are very powerful?" Xiao Luyao looked up and down.

"My master has caught eight thousand demons and is known as the Eight Thousand Taoist."

Next to him, the young man who had been silent suddenly said sadly.

"Eight thousand!?"

Xiao Luyao was surprised. Even a four-star demon catching master only asked to catch three thousand demons.

Eight thousand...how powerful is this! ?

"Kong Ming, my teacher didn't tell you to be as low-key as possible? Don't show off your abilities casually." Taoist Eight Thousands admonished you.

Li Mo glanced at it and said nothing.

This step horse considers honor as his name, and he is still so low-key! ?

"I didn't expect it to be a senior expert." Xiao Luyao said in a condensed voice.

"Senior experts can't talk about it. Meeting by chance is fate. Little baby, I will give you a chance for nothing." Eight thousand Taoists stroked their beards and whispered.

"What chance?"

"I am practicing a magical skill now. It has reached a critical juncture. I need to raise money, buy treasures, and refine elixirs. If you can contribute a little, your merits will be immeasurable. I will repay you a hundred times in the future."

As he spoke, Eight Thousand Taoists looked at Li Mo and Xiao Luyao.

"Huh!?" After hearing this, Li Mo finally couldn't help but look at the eight thousand Taoists.

At this moment, he actually felt a sense of déjà vu.

Not to mention him, even Xiao Luyao looked suspicious and looked at the eight thousand Taoists warily.

"What's that look in your eyes? Do you think my master is a liar?" Ye Kongming couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay. It's a pity that there are no monsters here. Otherwise, I would show my skills and let you juniors know how powerful I am."

Eight thousand Taoists shook their heads and sighed, seeming to have infinite regrets.

"In the desperate land of Yinshan, there are still people who dare to linger in the dark night."

Suddenly, a long roar sounded in the wilderness.

The voice was cold and hoarse, as if coming from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, there were gusts of sinister wind, like a long knife coming out of its sheath, and the blade of the knife directly lifted off the roof of the ruined temple.

"Ghost!"

Xiao Luyao's expression changed slightly and she lost her voice.

As soon as she moved, eight thousand Taoists had already hid behind the statue, holding the broken incense burner on their heads.

"..."

"You can have a full meal tonight."

The sinister voice was getting closer and closer, and the strong demonic aura poured straight down from the leaky roof like wind and lingering clouds.

"Seven furnaces of demons!?" Xiao Luyao's expression suddenly changed.

"retreat!!"

With a loud shout, she had already opened a distance of several feet.

Facing a monster of this level, even she would have to go all out and not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

"Junior brother..."

Xiao Luyao's footing was not stable, and when she took a closer look, she found that Li Mo was sitting cross-legged and didn't even move.

How dare you come to Yinshan with this kind of reaction! ?

Amidst the terrifying evil aura, a furry sharp claw directly covered Li Mo's head. The nails shimmering with cold light were like knives. They could pry open the skull with a slight twist.

Opening the skull and sucking out the marrow was Lang Junye's favorite method of killing.

"Monster, how dare you..." Xiao Luyao became anxious and flew forward.

In an instant, the sharp claws fell down, twisting Li Mo's head tightly.

However, the crisp and sweet sound of bone breaking did not sound.

In the ruined temple in the wilderness, Li Mo was sitting cross-legged, motionless, with demon claws on his head. In the swaying firelight, this scene looked extremely strange.