Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 223: The Secret of the Nine Fate Mysterious Tribulation! Coming After 300 Years ([-] in [-])

The dark sky, the sun and the moon have no light.

Open and close at a glance, you can see impermanence.

This is the profound meaning of the [Heitian Contemplation Sutra]. As the cultivation base gradually entered, Li Mo gradually discovered that the relationship between himself and the release of demons and ghosts seemed to be extremely subtle.

Their spirits imprint the void, and they can be sensed from afar even if they are thousands of miles away, intercepting this chaotic and mysterious law, and descending into the world.

Monkeys do.

Big Bird does.

Such a waste baby.

So is the big snake.

At this moment, Li Mo's spiritual sense rushed out like a tide, like the change of the sun and the moon, like the movement of a mountain, infecting the vastness, omnipresent, covering the entire courtyard in an instant.

In a trance, everyone saw a phantom slowly appearing from behind Li Mo. It was a big coiled snake with a huge body wrapped around Heyue, with distinct scales and armor, and its cold light was like a star.

The terrifying big snake was entrenched behind Li Mo. It was majestic and terrifying. It followed Li Mo and slowly closed its eyes.

In an instant, everyone felt that their eyes were dark, and all the light was closed into endless confusion with that eye.

Their thoughts, their thoughts, and their souls seem to be trapped in it...the body seems to be dead, and there is no more half-attached behavior.

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

In the quiet courtyard, someone yelled in their hearts. It was the first time in her life that she felt such desperate fear. Compared with the first time she encountered a demon and ghost, she was even more frightened when she saw the death of human life for the first time.

However, with the onslaught of darkness, this kind of fear was imprisoned in the immobile body, unable to vent.

In the end, even this trace of other emotions seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness.

"Amitabha!"

Kurongshan Faming clasped his hands together, he proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the cassocks on his body were hunting, as if he wanted to make a final struggle to break the black sky demon king with the Buddha Dharma of Purdue Compassion.

Li Mo stood still, with his eyes closed tightly, and the big snake behind him was like a demon king running through the world, even though the Buddha's name resounded, it still remained motionless.

In the end, Fa Ming let out a scream, vomited blood, and fell into silence, without any further movement.

hum...

Suddenly, a sword groan resounded like a bowstring breaking.

Xu Feng didn't notice the roar of the long knife behind him, his eyes widened with anger, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and wanted to draw the knife horizontally, cutting through the endless illusory illusion in front of him.

However, when he shouted violently, his whole body seemed to be petrified, and the hand that drew the knife stayed in mid-air, unable to move any more.

The horror in those eyes gradually dissipated with the light.

In front of Li Mo's strength, in front of Heitian Demon King, the strongest descendant of [Spiritual Knife Mountain] didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.

In a blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was silent, and everyone seemed to have lost their souls, frozen in place, unconscious.

The originally quiet courtyard seemed to have become a cemetery, where everything was buried and only the walking dead remained.

"Spiritual awareness produces mysterious methods... It is indeed the descendant of the Black Sword lineage, Luo Fu."

At this moment, a cold voice resounded in the small, dead courtyard, with a hint of heaviness and sharpness, and a hint of excitement.

Among the frozen crowd, a young man walked out slowly. He had a lazy face, but there was a bright light in his eyes, which was fierce and shocking.

Terrifying spirituality flickered all over his body, like a fire rising, bringing a ray of light in the long darkness, driving away the cold sky and night.

"Dayan Mountain, Zhao Poxie!" The visitor sipped softly, protecting his family, with just this name, he is not an unknown person.

"Dayan Mountain..."

On the high platform, Li Mo's eyes were still closed, but when he heard the name, the corners of his lips parted slightly, but he pronounced it aloud.

There is no other reason, only because of the great reputation of Dayan Mountain, among the [-] mountain names in the world, it ranks eighteenth, and ranks among the top twenty.

This is the top student in Master Ji's mouth.

Li Mo did not expect that there would be such a young expert hidden in today's [Yuanchi Meeting], whose strength far surpassed that of Fa Ming and Xu Fenghuan.

However, he hid his whereabouts and mingled with the crowd, like a demon sword hiding its edge, and finally at this moment, facing Li Mo's fierce power, he showed his fangs.

"Luofu Mountain... this vein has been silent for 300 years, I never thought that there would be another evildoer like you..."

Zhao Poxie let out a soft drink, and the spiritual senses around him seemed to be on fire, and the flames were scorching, as if they wanted to drive away the darkness that filled the courtyard.

"Today, I'm here to take a look at the depth of the Black Sword."

Zhao Poxie's eyes were like hidden torches, the flames around his body continued to spread, and he finally blazed a trail of blood in the darkness.

Dayan Mountain, the spiritual fire sent to the gods.

This is a competition of spiritual perception techniques. It seems that illusions are intertwined and grotesque, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. In an instant, life and death change.

rumbling...

Finally, Zhao Poxie used the [Linghuo Sending God Art] to protect his body, and took a step forward against the terrifying coercion of the phantom of the big snake.

The "fire light" around him became more and more intense, forcing the "darkness" to retreat.

The descendant of Dayan Mountain took another step, and the terrifying inside was eloquent, like a thousand horses galloping, pressing down on the high platform, and pressing down on Li Mo.

third step!
Zhao Poxie's eyes burst out with fighting intent, and he stepped out in three steps, and entered the battle-ready place.

"Okay, as expected of a descendant of Dayan Mountain, you can actually take three steps in front of me... Horrible, horrific."

At this moment, Li Mo sighed softly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Zhao Poxie sneered in his heart when he heard such approval, and was about to make a move.

Suddenly, he watched Li Mo's eyes open, and even the phantom of the big snake behind him was trembling with scales, and slowly opened his eyes.

The next moment, all the surrounding darkness dissipated, and the brilliance between the heaven and the earth seemed to jump out at once, and the endless light surged like a frenzy, filling every corner.

Zhao Poxie had never seen such a bright and intense light.

Bathed in such light, he only felt his eyes stinging, almost bleeding, and the "fire" all over his body was completely ignited under that light.

The majestic spiritual sense exploded almost uncontrollably.

"Ah ah ah..."

Zhao Poxie let out a shrill scream, but at this moment, a word appeared in his mind.

Set yourself on fire.

Since he had achieved success in cultivation, he had never felt that his spiritual sense was so hot. It was on his chest, face, back, stomach...the hair was the most difficult to rub off.

boom……

With a loud bang, Zhao Poxie knelt down on the ground, his whole body stiffened, and his aura suddenly became exhausted to the extreme.

After taking three steps in front of Li Mo, the descendant of Dayan Mountain finally couldn't hold on anymore.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems like year after year, how can it be a moment.

There was movement again in the quiet courtyard, and everyone opened their eyes blankly, seeing that the sky was still dark and a bright moon was hanging high.

On the high platform, only Fa Ming and Xu Fenghuan were left.

At this moment, they also looked around blankly, as if they were looking for something.

"Where is Luo Fu's successor? He ran away?"

Someone whispered and questioned. It seemed that everything just now was like a dream.

Only Fa Ming and Xu Feng still looked puzzled, as if they still had residual aftertaste.

"The black sword is of the same lineage, the same origin, and ran away without making a move?"

"Sure enough, the name of the Black Sword lineage is a disaster rather than a blessing for this kind of person."

"Scared me, I thought he was so awesome..."

In the quiet small courtyard, the lively and relaxed atmosphere was restored again. Everyone chuckled lightly and teased wantonly.

Only in the corner, a lonely figure staggered around and was about to leave.

Zhao Poxie's face was pale, and there were still bright red blood stains on his clothes. He turned around and saw the mocking expressions on everyone's faces, and couldn't help but sneer.

These idiots don't even have the qualifications to remember that man's strength.

"Ignorance is the privilege of the weak."

Zhao Poxie muttered softly, and suddenly remembered a sentence passed down to Guang by His Majesty Shenzong.

"Luofu Mountain... Li Mo..." Zhao Poxie shook his head, chewing on the name over and over again.

The moment he was defeated, he knew that this year's Xuantian Pavilion final exam would be different from the past.

That branch has been silent for 300 years, and finally it has returned in the form of a monster.

I just don't know if this evildoer can stand in front of the five great mountain gates, like the black sword in the past, shake the five-story tall buildings and ascend to the heaven and the Nascent Profound Realm.

"It's going to be easy."

Zhao Poxie murmured softly, and finally walked out of this quiet courtyard with endless aftertaste and awe.

……

Small courtyard, inner hall.

As soon as Chan Zhiqiu took Li Mo into the room, she couldn't help turning her head, her solemn expression revealing deep doubts.

"Just now... what method did you use?"

The darkness is endless, and the big snake is like a demon... Such a strange vision is like a brand to this descendant of the Past Mountain, which penetrates into the soul and is indelible.

The echo at this moment made Chan Zhiqiu feel shuddering.

"Fairy Chan is good at cultivating. Most people will gradually forget out of fear." Li Mo chuckled.

His means are like a dream, unreal.

It's as if a normal person had a nightmare. At the beginning, the memory was deep, and the nightmare added to him, making it difficult to hold on.

But when he wakes up, it will gradually become blurred within half a day. After three days, he just remembers having a big dream, and when asked about the details, he is at a loss.

"My way of practicing in Past Events Mountain is very special. It is more sensitive to the development of the mind than ordinary people."

Chan Zhiqiu murmured softly, still looking at Li Mo with a puzzled expression.

"You are just like the Black Sword back then, and none of the profound arts you use are owned by Luofu Mountain..."

"There is also a mystery about you."

Chan Zhiqiu's beautiful eyes were full of unprecedented curiosity, as if a scholar had discovered an all-encompassing book and couldn't wait to explore the knowledge and mysteries in it.

"I seem to have won the first place." Li Mo didn't answer, and went straight to the point.

Chan Zhiqiu was silent for a while, but nodded.

Although she couldn't see what Li Mo was doing, or even couldn't understand it, but neither Fa Ming nor Xu Feng seemed to be able to parry him in front of this man just now.

"According to the rules, you can ask my Past History Mountain to get a secret you want to know." Chan Zhiqiu said softly.

This is the weight of Past Events Mountain, the gate of Tianxia Mountain. I don't know how many people want to get such an opportunity.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as you want to know, Past Events Mountain can even tell you whether the founder of your mountain gate, the founder of the mountain, used his left hand or his right hand when he was young.

"I want to know a secret of Hei Jian." Li Mo said.

"Sure enough..." Chan Zhiqiu remained silent.

At this moment, she looked at Li Mo with even more awe.

The moment when Li Mo made the request, this descendant of Past Events Mountain was able to conclude that this man was not Luo Fu's disciple, but the descendant of Black Sword.

Wearing the aura of that man, he returned 300 years ago.

"Heijian is a legend throughout his life, there are too many mysteries about him, even my past events mountain has not many records about him..."

Chan Zhiqiu regained his composure and couldn't help but ask, "What secret do you want to know? I may not be able to answer you."

"I know four words."

"what?"

"Seeing me is a robbery." Li Mo thought for a while, and finally asked the answer he wanted to know the most.

He knew that these four words were the truth of [Nine Fate Xuanjie].

"Are you here for this?" Chan Zhiqiu was slightly taken aback, and blurted out.

"you know?"

Li Mo's eyes lit up. Originally, he didn't have much hope, but seeing Chan Zhiqiu's reaction, he knew there was something to be done.

"I don't know." Chan Zhiqiu shook her head.

"Then you just..."

"wait."

While talking, Chan Zhiqiu turned around and walked into the back hall. After a while, when she came back, she was holding a small bronze box in her hand.

Li Mo went up to meet him, and saw that the small bronze box had a seal on it, and the four big characters "see me for robbery" were impressively engraved on the box.

"This is……"

"Heijian is old with my past ancestor Shan. Back then, he left this small box, saying that one day, someone would take it..." Chan Zhiqiu revealed a part of the past.

Since then, this copper box has been enshrined in this courtyard and passed down from generation to generation, just like the [Yuanchi Society].

"If you ask these four words, maybe you are the person Hei Jian said."

Chan Zhiqiu pondered for a moment, then handed the small box into Li Mo's hands.

"It's so simple..." Li Mo was a little surprised, and couldn't help asking, "Have you opened it?"

"Um!?"

Chan Zhiqiu frowned, took a deep look at Li Mo, but shook her head and said, "No one in this world dares to have such courage."

While talking, Chan Zhiqiu turned around knowingly and did not enter the back hall, as if leaving the place to Li Mo.

Li Mo watched her going back, and just sat down hurriedly before opening the copper box.

"This seal is really weird." Li Mo tore it for a long time, but it didn't move.

His mind turned sharply, he urged the spiritual root of the Dao Meridian, and used the [Nine Fate Method] to circulate his inner breath. As soon as he touched it, the seal would automatically weather and fall off.

"It's really left to me."

Li Mo opened the copper box, but inside was a jade slip, only the size of a palm, with about a hundred or so small characters densely packed on it.

"This is……"

Li Mo's eyes became fiery, and he couldn't wait to look at it. However, as his eyes continued to move, the expression on his face gradually changed, from astonishment at the beginning, to disbelief, to shock, and finally to strangeness.

"Nine Lives Profound Tribulation... There is such an outrageous calamity in this world!?"

Li Mo murmured softly with an expression of disbelief.

At the same time, a piece of news spread quickly and spread like wildfire in Wangxuan City.

300 years later, the descendants of Luofu Mountain are here again! !

(End of this chapter)