Mortal: I, Mo Juren

Five months later.

Xiguo, Yunmeng Mountain.

A five-color escaping light cut through the sky and stopped in front of the Ichigoyama formation.

The light dissipated, revealing a handsome man in white robes.

It was Mo Fan who left the Far West.

This time he is about to go to Dajin. It is not clear how many years he will be there.

Some things are better done earlier.

When he came to Yunmeng Mountain in Xi Country, he had two things to do.

The first thing is to get a section of the root of the Spiritual Eye Tree and the formula of Mingqing Spiritual Water.

After all, he already possesses the Eye of Xuanyin. If it is combined with something like Mingqing Lingshui that can enhance his eyes, it will definitely be stronger.

(PS: I made a mistake earlier. I discovered it when I re-read Mortal recently. It was previously written as Xuanyin Body. I will correct it here.)
The second thing is to find the trapped mandrill.

If he remembered correctly, there are two major conditions for the corpse mandrill to be fully formed.

First, the mandrill's predecessor must be at least a Nascent Soul stage monk; second, the spiritual root of this monk must have a heavenly spiritual root, and the spiritual root attributes are earth and wood.

Now he already has the two spiritual roots of fire and earth, and still needs the three elements of gold, water and wood.

What he was betting on during this trip was that the spiritual root attribute of this corpse mandrill was wood.

If it was really the wood element, he would have three elements from the five elements and the heavenly spirit root.

But before that, one condition must be met.

Can his golden fingers extract the corpse of the Mandrill?

It stands to reason that the mandrill is transformed from the corpse, but it takes a long time, so it should be able to be extracted.

"The junior has seen the senior!"

Just as Mo Fan was thinking about it, the mountain-protecting formation in front of him suddenly distorted, and a monk in the early stage of the Golden Core flew out from it and bowed his hands.

"Is this the Luoyun Sect?" Mo Fan asked after nodding slightly.

"Reporting to senior, yes." Although the Jindan monk was a little confused in his heart, he still replied respectfully.

"That's good. I'll send a message to the Supreme Elder of your sect on my behalf, saying that I'll pay my respects to Mo Fan of Huang Maple Valley."

"Senior Mo, wait a moment, this junior will send a message." At first, the Golden Core cultivator did not realize Mo Fan's identity. When he took out the message talisman, he was suddenly shocked, and he was secretly shocked.

"Huang Maple Valley Mo Fan! Isn't he the one who has been rumored to be the fourth greatest monk in Tiannan recently?"

With a hint of shock in his eyes, the man couldn't help but look up at Mo Fan, forgetting about the summons for a while.

"What? Do you know me?" Mo Fan, who has strong spiritual consciousness, quickly discovered the abnormality of this person and asked with interest.

"I'm... fortunate enough to have heard of Senior Mo's name." After glancing at Mo Fan, the man quickly withdrew his gaze.

At the same time, I was puzzled. This rumor was too unreliable.

The person in front of him is not half as arrogant, domineering and arrogant as the rumors say.

However, some of the rumors are true. The senior Mo in front of him is indeed handsome and handsome, with a face as beautiful as a crown jewel.

This temperament alone is definitely the best among all the Nascent Soul cultivators he has seen so far.

"Oh, I wonder how the rumors describe me?" Seeing this person's expression changing, Mo Fan also became interested.

"Well...the rumors naturally say that Senior Mo is extremely brave and has unparalleled combat power. He is the most promising person in Tiannan to advance to the late stage of Nascent Soul."

This person didn't dare to tell all the rumors he heard, so he had to pick out some good ones.

"That's all? You didn't say anything bad about me?"

"No...no more." This person didn't dare to say more and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Okay, you can summon him first." Seeing that this person didn't dare to say more, Mo Fan stopped asking further questions.

"Oh...oh!" Only then did the Golden Core cultivator of Luo Yun Sect react. He had not yet sent out the communication talisman in his hand. After smiling slightly awkwardly, he quickly whispered to the communication talisman. , and threw it into the mountain guarding formation.

It takes less than half a cup of tea for the messenger talisman to be sent out.

Soon, two escaping lights flew out from Luoyun Sect at great speed.

At the same time, the mountain-protecting formation in front of Mo Fan also separated automatically.

"Haha, it's true that Fellow Daoist Mo is here. Welcome!" The light disappeared, and two old men appeared.

"Mo has met two fellow Taoists! On this trip..." Mo Fan smiled slightly and bowed to the two of them.

"We will discuss the matter later. Fellow Taoist Mo, please come in quickly and taste my unique spiritual tea from Yunmeng Mountain first."

Before Mo Fan could finish speaking, the old man in the lead interrupted him.

"Then I'll help you two fellow Taoists." Hearing this, Mo Fan had no choice but to give up for the time being.

This matter is indeed not easy to negotiate for a while.

After all, the Spiritual Eye Tree is shared by the three sects of the Ancient Sword Sect, Luoyun Sect and Baiqiaoyuan on Yunmeng Mountain.

Although Mo Fan's goal this time was not to get the entire Spiritual Eye Tree, but only to get a section of the roots of the Spiritual Eye Tree, the impact would not be big.

But even so, it is not enough for just one Luoyun Sect to agree.

That's the rule. No matter how big or small the goal is, you must abide by it when it's time to abide by it.

Therefore, he wanted to get a piece of the Spiritual Eye Tree, but he didn't want to use force. Then he would still have to deal with the other two sects.

Instead of going to the other two sects later, it would naturally be more convenient to directly ask the two Nascent Soul monks from the Luoyun Sect to explain it later.

After dozens of breaths.

Mo Fan soon followed the two of them to the highest mountain peak in Luoyun Sect.

As the leader, the old man surnamed Cheng, made him spiritual tea, the three of them began to chat.

After finishing his opening remarks, Mo Fan finally revealed the purpose of this speech due to the curiosity of the old man surnamed Cheng and Lu Luo:
"Mo came here to ask for something. I hope the two fellow Taoists can be accommodating."

"Fellow Daoist Mo, you can say whatever you want, as long as it's within the capabilities of my two senior fellow apprentices, it's easy to say anything."

Facing Mo Fan, who was most likely to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage in Tiannan, the old man surnamed Cheng was quite enthusiastic.

After all, this is a favor that comes to you unsolicited.

Regardless of whether the person in front of him is what the rumors say, at least he is a genuine peak cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. There is no running away from this.

"Then I'd like to thank you two fellow Taoists in advance."

The enthusiasm of the old man named Cheng also made Mo Fan feel a little fond of him.

"Mo has always been interested in the three sacred trees in the world of immortality. Over the years, he has collected some Thunder Bamboo and Soul-nurturing Trees, but he has never seen the Spiritual Eye Tree.

Therefore, Xing Mo mainly wanted to exchange the treasure for a piece of root of the Spiritual Eye Tree. Of course, the two fellow Taoists can also tell us any other requests they have. "

As Mo Fan spoke, the expressions of the two old men named Cheng changed for a while.

At the beginning, when the two of them heard Mo Fan mention the three sacred trees and the Spiritual Eye Tree, their hearts suddenly trembled, and they mistakenly thought that Mo Fan had set his sights on the Spiritual Eye Tree.

If the two of them hadn't been worried that the person in front of them was Mo Fan, who had recently been rumored to be a god, and they could barely maintain basic courtesy, they would have been directly interrupted and rejected by someone else.

Just kidding, the Spiritual Eye Tree is the foundation of their three major sects.

Not to mention that Mo Fan has not yet advanced to the late stage of Yuanying. Even if he has advanced to the late stage of Yuanying, they will not agree to exchange for the tree of spiritual eyes.

Fortunately, they persisted until the end.

So when they heard that Mo Fan just wanted to exchange for a piece of the root of the Spiritual Eye Tree, they instantly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

"I thought that Fellow Daoist Mo was going to exchange for the Spiritual Eye Tree, which really shocked my brothers and sisters. The Spiritual Eye Tree only has a root, why would Fellow Daoist Mo bother to come in person and send someone here at will? Just don’t.

As for the exchange of treasures, let alone the exchange of treasures, the fact that Fellow Daoist Mo can come to our sect has given my two senior brothers enough face. "

The relieved old man named Cheng once again had a smile on his face and waved his hand to refill Mo Fan's tea cup.

A section of the root of the Spiritual Eye Tree can be exchanged for the favor of a powerful monk, and he will complete this deal no matter what.

"Okay, with what Fellow Daoist Cheng said, Mo will be relieved." After receiving the clear answer, Mo Fan was completely relieved.

"But Mr. Mo heard that the Spiritual Eye Tree is shared by Guizong, Gujianmen and Baiqiaoyuan. I wonder if I need to ask the other two sects about this?"

"Friend Daoist Mo, you don't have to worry about this matter at all. My two senior fellow apprentices will tell you. It's just a root of the spiritual eye tree. Just let us know.

Not to mention that there are still more than 100 years before the Spiritual Eye Tree condenses the alcoholic liquid. Even when the Spiritual Eye Tree is about to condense the alcoholic liquid, a piece of root will have no effect. Fellow Taoist Mo can rest assured. "

After hearing Mo Fan mention the other two sects, the old man surnamed Cheng quickly patted his chest and assured.

What a joke, it was a rare favor that came to his door, how could he give it to Gujianmen and Baiqiaoyuan.

"Then we have Taoist Fellow Lao Cheng." Seeing the old man surnamed Cheng so confident, Mo Fan was also happy and relaxed.

Seeing that the two were unwilling to exchange treasures, he had no choice but to give up.

As for owing a favor to the two of them, he didn't really care.

It's not that this deal is fair. If Gujianmen and Baiqiaoyuan wanted to exchange a root of the Spiritual Eye Tree for a favor, he would definitely not agree.

He agreed to the two old men named Cheng because he had some affection for them when he was a reader.

In addition, due to his arrival, Han Li, who was originally going to be the two's best friend, was also intercepted midway.

In fact, a favor is nothing.

If it weren't for the purpose of arousing unnecessary suspicion between the two of them, Mo Fan felt that three promises were not enough.

However, it was hard for him to explain this matter clearly, so he could just keep it in his mind.

After the matter was settled, the distance between the three of them became much closer.

After chatting for a long time, the meeting ended.

Mo Fan rejected the two's attempts to stay and left the Luoyun Sect.

The two old men surnamed Cheng, after some discussion, headed from Lu Luo to the Ancient Sword Gate and Baiqiao Courtyard.

After leaving Luoyun Sect, Mo Fan did not go directly to the place where Han Li found the mandrill.

Instead, after releasing his spiritual consciousness to the maximum range, he made a big circle before heading to the Green Trace Swamp on the map.

After half a day.

Under the constant scanning of Mo Fan's spiritual consciousness, which was close to a range of [-] miles, he finally discovered the stone house.

Similar to what was described in the original book, the stone house existed within a cliff, hundreds of feet deep.

Only Mo Fan's spiritual consciousness is so powerful that he can penetrate such a deep distance.

If it were an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul monk, there would be no chance of discovery.

After checking that there were no monks nearby, Mo Fan made a gesture with his fingers and performed the Earth Escape Technique.

I saw him disappear with a "swish".

When he appeared again, he was already in the stone house.

The stone house is not big, only about twenty feet in radius.

A stone platform protrudes from the middle.

Sitting on it was a young woman in a black dress and a wooden hairpin on her head.

Just as described in the original work, the young woman was beautiful, but her complexion was pale, and there was a flash of light in her eyes from time to time.

The only thing that affects the beauty is that half of the sleeves of this young woman's clothes are empty, and she has a broken arm.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Finally, nearly a breath of time after Mo Fan escaped, the beautiful woman transformed from the corpse mandrill finally spotted Mo Fan and looked at the uninvited guest with a horrified look on her face.

Although she turned into a mandrill and was banned.

But after all, he has a cultivation level close to that of Nascent Soul. At this moment, he was unexpectedly touched by someone without noticing. How could he not panic?

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that I am here to come and borrow something from you."

Completely different from Han Li's caution back then, Mo Fan, who knew the mandrill's strength, had an indifferent expression.

Not to mention that the current corpse mandrill has been banned, even if it is not banned, with her mere early Nascent Soul cultivation, she is just a bigger ant in the eyes of Mo Fan.

"Borrow something? I wonder what you want to borrow?"

After discovering that Mo Fan's cultivation reached the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage, the young woman transformed by the corpse completely lost the leisure and ease in the original work.

"I want to borrow your spiritual root, but I wonder if I can part with it?" As he said that, Mo Fan had already walked up to the young woman transformed by the corpse.

At the same time, there was a faint light in his eyes, and he kept looking at the young woman in front of him, as if he wanted to see through her.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Looking at Mo Fan who was gradually approaching, the young woman transformed by the corpse unconsciously moved behind the stone platform.

"It is indeed a mandrill." After staring at the young woman in front of him for a few breaths, Mo Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"Who are you??" When she heard the word "mandrill" coming from Mo Fan's mouth, the young woman could no longer suppress the panic in her heart.

"I just don't know who Lingen is. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Mo Fan turned a deaf ear to the young woman's exclamation. After saying a word to himself, he ignored the reaction of the young woman transformed by the mandrill, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

"burn--"

Two red lasers emitting violent spiritual power fluctuations burst out instantly.

It hit the mandrill in the head with lightning speed.

"boom--"

The mandrill didn't even have time to let out a scream before his head was shattered by the scolding divine light, making a loud noise.

However, the headless mandrill did not lose its vitality.

I saw that the fracture at the neck was growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It only took half a cup of tea to pass.

Except for a head that looked even paler than before, the rest of its almost identical head grew back.

"Who are you?" At this moment, the corpse mandrill felt desperate and at the same time, he also felt infinite frustration in his heart.

She was obviously practicing there well, but why did a monk at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage appear out of nowhere and try to kill her.

"burn--"

However, what greeted her was still a scathing light.

"boom--"

Just like before, under Mo Fan's intentional control, the mandrill's head was exploded again.

Just like that, an hour passed quickly.

Under Mo Fan's successive bombardments, the cultivation that Mandrill had accumulated over the years was completely exhausted, leaving only his last breath.

At the same time, Mo Fan finally stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Mandrill's abdomen. (End of chapter)