Patriarch of Wanjiao

Five-color blurred Taoist method, nine lives won to ascend to heaven.

"Black Sword's Nine Fate Technique..."

Li Mo's expression was moved. He finally knew what it means to have five swords sing together before climbing to the sky during the daytime...

It was not just a farce, he was inspired by the Nine Fate Technique after practicing it for 300 years, the five colors were blurred, and he won the luck of ascending the ancient building.

"Time, fate!?" Li Mo murmured softly.

As a disciple of Luofu Mountain 300 years later, he re-entered the capital just like Hei Jian did back then, and when he first set foot here, he got the chance for the latter to stay in front of the Tianlou.

This kind of opportunity can only be seen by those who also practice the [Nine Fate Method], and it seems to be destined in the dark.

Because of this, the retribution is not good.

"Good senior!"

Li Mo's eyes brightened. At this moment, he had just felt a sense of awe and a sense of belonging towards the black sword... the legend of Luofu Mountain.

rumbling...

The five-color blurred air flow was like a small snake in Li Mo's dantian, and it actually wrapped around Li Mo's eight-inch spiritual root.

Against the backdrop of such a "colossus", the "little snake" appears thin and short.

However, at this moment, the five-color airflow is like a "black dragon coiled pillar", which is almost completely attached to the eight-inch spiritual root, and the water and milk blend together, and the two resonate.

In an instant, the eight-inch spiritual root showed unprecedented splendor.

Li Mo's physical body shook slightly, his muscles and bones roared, and the flowing blood glowed with vitality. Every inch of muscle was reorganizing and cohesive, becoming stronger and stronger. Even the inner breath in the dantian began to compress and change, from quantity to quality, terrifying. The breath almost broke through Li Mo's body.

"Strengthened..." Li Mo felt the changes in himself, his tendons were like bowstrings, as if he could break the house by stretching his waist.

The blood in his body has been metabolized at least a hundred times, poured into the heart like a water pump, and the power generated is almost five times that of the original, and the speed of decomposition and absorption of various substances remaining in the body has also been greatly improved...

"It's interesting..." Li Mo's eyes lit up.

In the case of not breaking through the realm, all the abilities of his body have been greatly improved, which is almost impossible in terms of his original achievements.

After all, Li Mo has gathered the strengths of all kinds of methods, and he has worked hard on this body. He even devoured such strange things as the mountain god's treasure medicine before.

The physical body of the eight-inch realm has almost reached the limit that humans can touch.

However, under the nourishment of the five-color airflow, his body seemed to have broken through this barrier.

rumbling...

The fusion of the five-color air currents continued, and soon the second inch of the spiritual root glowed with bright yellow light. In an instant, Li Mo's spiritual perception was suddenly magnified, covering a range of five hundred feet around him easily.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mo captured many flickering and beating images, wandering in the night.

"Dream... this is the surrounding dream... almost five times more."

Li Mo finally knew what this five-color airflow was doing...

This baby is strengthening his Dao Mai Linggen.

The first inch is the increase of basic abilities such as life, physical body, strength, and inner breath.

The ability of the second-inch spiritual root is [spiritual perception into dreams], so Li Mo's spiritual perception has also been greatly improved, and even the ability to connect to dreams has also doubled.

The next moment, the third-inch spiritual root glowed with a black brilliance, and Li Mo clearly felt the mysterious and evil spirit floating in the air.

The ability to refine and awaken the zombie's evil heart [Taiyin Shroud], it stands to reason that it can only be used in extremely yin places.

In a big city like Wangxuan City, the sporadic mysterious evil spirit is almost insignificant, and it cannot be felt at all.

But now, Li Mo has the power to gather the sporadic Xuanyin evil energy, and what is rare becomes a lot, and he becomes the shroud of Taiyin.

bang bang bang...

The mysterious five-color air flow gradually merged into Li Mo's Dao veins and spiritual roots, in addition to [Spiritual Awareness Entering Dreams], [Taiyin Corpse Clothes], [Fire Immunity], [Pure Yang Possession], [Bone Spirituality] , the seven abilities of [Life and Death Pill] and [Shou Yuan Increase] have all been improved.

Especially the increase in longevity, the lifeline that was originally wrapped around Li Mo's wrist is less than one circle left.

But under the nourishment of the five-color airflow, it unexpectedly recovered to three and a half circles.

"Senior Heijian, you are simply a very good person."

Li Mo regarded Hei Jian as his own from the bottom of his heart, and immediately wanted to burn some paper for him.

This mysterious five-color airflow is more useful than Shouyuan, and it is almost omnipotent.

"Um!?"

At this moment, the smile on Li Mo's face suddenly froze, and he still had time to savor the unexpected surprise slowly, when a sudden fright made him change his face instantly.

After the mysterious five-color airflow nourished the eight spiritual roots, it didn't intend to stop at all, and spread towards the ninth-inch spiritual root that had grown two thirds.

"This riding horse can't be Huafei..."

As soon as Li Mo's words came out, he wanted to give himself a big ear. Under the nourishment of the mysterious air current, the ninth-inch spiritual root could not be suppressed after all, and it grew wildly like a bamboo.

"The realm of nine inches..."

Li Mo's heart skipped a beat, stepping into this realm meant the arrival of the Nine Lives Mysterious Tribulation.

However, at this time, Li Mo hadn't figured out the mystery of [Zen Ming Dao].

call……

A strong wind suddenly rose outside the house, like the sound of waves, blowing the clouds.

"It's going to rain, hurry home and collect your clothes."

In Beicheng in the evening, a sharp shout broke the silence of the night.

……

Beicheng, Magen Hutong.

In a quiet small courtyard.

"Qiuchan, it is expected that you will stand out in the Hechuan Mansion this time. With your strength, the first name is indeed in your pocket."

Inside the gazebo, a girl in a red dress smiled lightly. She was as young as a cardamom, with fair skin, agility between her eyebrows and eyes, and a wave that seemed to be lingering around her body. She was obviously a master of the Ninth Layer.

"Xi Lan, so what if you become No.1 in Hechuan Mansion? Only when I walk out of it do I realize the vastness of the world..."

Leng Qiuchan's expression was gloomy, and Li Mo's method of shaking the water into a front by the [Xuanyuan River] emerged in his mind. Up to now, I think it is infinitely mysterious, which makes people feel powerless.

She was originally the proud daughter of heaven, she overwhelmed all heroes in Hechuan Mansion, even a man would bow her head, this time she was promoted because of high spirits, she wanted to become famous in the world, and let those men know that even as a woman, she can overwhelm them all.

However, ever since seeing Li Mo's tricks, the pride in Leng Qiuchan's heart is being shattered day by day.

She suddenly felt that after more than ten years of cultivation, she might have cultivated into the stomach of a dog.

"Have you met a master?" Ding Xilan couldn't help asking.

She and Leng Qiuchan are close friends in the boudoir, and this time the two are promoted together, and entering the Xuantian Pavilion in the future can be described as an alliance of attacking and receiving, and they naturally need to take care of each other.

"He is indeed a master."

Leng Qiuchan's expression was gloomy, that day she wanted to show her prestige, to suppress the aura of the Longyuan Mansion in front of the special envoy Tian Zilang, and let them retreat in the face of difficulties, losing face, who would have wanted to be slapped in the face by Li Mo on the spot.

Thinking about it now, Leng Qiuchan felt ashamed and angry.

"Who do you say, I'll help you vent your anger." Ding Xilan sneered.

As girlfriends, except for men, everything can be shared, including grievances and grievances.

"Forget it." Leng Qiuchan shook her head.

As a best friend, she doesn't want Ding Xilan to mix in her grievances except that men can share.

What's more, Leng Qiuchan knew Li Mo's methods, such masters were definitely not something her best friend could handle.

"Qiuchan, you underestimated me, you and I are in the same realm, you are afraid of a master, how could I foolishly come to the door directly?" Ding Xilan sneered.

"Then you are..."

"There are many ways to vent your anger. You forgot that my [Miaojue Mountain]'s most powerful method is the method of spiritual perception." Ding Xilan laughed.

"That's right, why did I forget about this?" Leng Qiuchan was overjoyed.

The method of spiritual awareness cultivation in Miaojue Mountain has been passed down from generation to generation. As long as you step into the Ninth Layer Realm and refine the spiritual root of the Tao, you will get the true transmission.

"The method I cultivated is called [Returning Soul to Dream Heart Art]..." Ding Xilan said mysteriously.

"Can you enter other people's dreams?" Leng Qiuchan's expression changed suddenly, revealing a strange color.

This ability is too miraculous and terrifying.

"That can't be done, unless you practice this technique to the extreme. In the history of our [Miaojue Mountain], only the patriarch has cultivated to this level."

Ding Xilan's eyes were full of longing, if one day she could cultivate to that highest level, she would die without regret.

"Then how did you mess with him?" Leng Qiuchan asked the key point.

"Hey, I can get out of my body and interfere with his dream, making him repeat himself repeatedly, unable to wake up..." Ding Xilan said lightly.

This kind of method is impossible to guard against, even if you wake up, it will be like a serious illness, which is extremely exhausting.

"Xi Lan, you are really my good sister..."

"Hee hee, your enemy is my enemy, today I will show him how much he has offended our sisters..."

Ding Xilan relied on his profound skills, so naturally he had no taboos.

"Who is he?"

Leng Qiuchan roughly described Li Mo.

"Longyuan Mansion can produce such a master?"

Ding Xilan felt strange, but didn't think too much about it, and immediately sat cross-legged and exercised his spiritual sense.

call……

Ding Xilan's spiritual sense was like a gust of fragrant wind, wandering on the streets of Beicheng against the moonlight night.

The courtyard where Longyuan Mansion is located is not far from [Magen Hutong] where they settled down. In a short time, Ding Xilan's spiritual sense has been found.

"There is a price to be paid for the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes..."

Ding Xilan sneered, in her eyes, the limelight is not so easy to come by.

Even in his dreams, the man named Li Mo would never have imagined that someone would come to his door to find trouble when he was dreaming.

The most powerful part of Ding Xilan's "Returning Soul to Dream Heart Art" is that it is impossible to guard against. Who would have thought that he would be hurt while sleeping and dreaming! ?
"It's here..."

Ding Xilan's spiritual sense quickly locked on to the room where Li Mo was. Even if she was still in the yard, she could see that Li Mo was sitting cross-legged at this moment, as if he had already settled down.

hum...

Ding Xilan sneered in his heart, and hurriedly activated the "Returning Soul to Dream Heart Art" to impose sanctions.

rumbling...

At this moment, a violent sound suddenly sounded around her, like a violent storm, like thunder.

Ding Xilan's face suddenly changed, and in a blink of an eye, where she was was still a small courtyard, black clouds were sweeping, the wind was howling, and a terrifying vision rushed out of Li Mo's room, bombarding her mind...

"This... what is this..."

Ding Xilan screamed in shock, he couldn't believe it, the calm and calm expression on his face disappeared, replaced by deep horror.

At this moment, she was like falling into a desperate nightmare, with layers upon layers, and it was difficult to escape.

"I... I have fallen into a dream?" Ding Xilan was stunned, feeling incredible.

She didn't know at all that Li Mo had entered an unprecedented state at this moment, and the ability to enter dreams with spiritual sense had also become extremely strange.

Under this terrifying ability, all spiritual senses that approach will fall into the abyss of despair, and they will never be able to escape.

"I...I don't want...I don't want..."

In the darkness, Ding Xilan saw the greatest horror in her heart, the scene of sucking the brains of the same kind in order to open up the spiritual sense... Those people crawled out from the ground, holding their own skulls, and the first to bear the brunt was the one who loved her the most The little junior brother.

"Ah ah ah..."

Ding Xilan let out a scream, and in an instant, her spiritual sense was wiped out, and she completely disappeared in this cold courtyard, leaving only a whimper of fragrant wind.

At almost the same moment, Magen Alley.

In the quiet courtyard, Leng Qiuchan was protecting Ding Xilan.

Suddenly, two lines of blood flowed from Ding Xilan's tight eyes, she straightened up, and fell down directly.

Leng Qiuchan's face paled, she hurried forward to check, but her pupils shrank suddenly with just a light probe.

"Dead... how could... die!?"

Leng Qiuchan felt that all the strength in her body was drained, she slumped on the ground, looking at the body of her former best friend in disbelief, not knowing what happened for a while.

rumbling...

At this moment, a huge roar came from the sky, pulling back Leng Qiuchan's thoughts.

The bright moon was still hanging high, but a huge black cloud gathered in the sky above Wangxuan City, which looked extremely strange against the moonlight.

At this moment, Li Mo was sitting cross-legged in the room, officially entering the Nine Inch Realm.

The ninth-inch spiritual root had a gray luster, and the aura it emitted was attracting the black clouds in the sky.

The huge black cloud was accompanied by a terrifying roar, as if it came from another world, and began to sag towards the center under the horrified gaze.

From a distance, the weird black cloud looks like a huge mouth, as if looking for food.

"Ahhh... this... what is this?"

"No...I...I want to go back to my body..."

"Why is it out of control?"

At this moment, bursts of exclamations and screams sounded one after another in the dark night.

In Wangxuan City, how many masters are hidden, how many ghosts are hidden, and it is common for people to practice in the dark and have their spiritual senses come out of their bodies.

However, at this moment, the spiritual senses of those master demons were all swallowed up by the weird black cloud uncontrollably.

"My mother... who the hell is so insane, dare to make such a noise in Wangxuan City?"

Chen Wangdu came out from the yard, looked up, with a look of surprise.

This is not Longyuan Mansion, the Vice City of Kyoto, where there is such a big battle at the foot of the Son of Heaven.

Thinking of this, Chen Wangdu knew that such a commotion must be blamed, but he didn't know who would be so unlucky to blame.

"It doesn't matter to me anyway."

Chen Wangdu subconsciously glanced at Li Mo's room, he was still there.Immediately, he showed a lively smile.