The founder of all religions

The Xuanmen sword species has stolen the secret of the thirteen sword monuments in the capital. The luck is strong and the alien species is king.

Among the eight sects of Xuantian, Xuanmen is one of the first four sects. It is strong enough to rival Tianmen.

At that time, Xuanmen spent the resources of ghosts and gods to create three sword types. The weather was amazing and the turmoil shocked the entire army. In one fell swoop, Xuanmen became the first among the eight sects of Xuantian.

Such a secret had never been heard of by Li Mo in Luofu Mountain far away.

Even within [Wangtian Tower], only those top-ranked disciples of the mountain sect have heard of it.

After all, the information you have access to is also different at different altitudes.

His Majesty Shenzong once said that the division of classes starts from the information gap...resources, national policies, military, etc. The highest level of the building always has the most complete information, and it decreases step by step downwards.

"Have you heard of it?" Li Mo couldn't help but look at Master Ji.

"Xuantian Sword Seed..." Master Ji's face turned gloomy, and there was a hint of reminiscence in his originally romantic brows.

"Of course I have heard of it...Ten years ago, Xuanmen rebelled against fate in order to understand the secrets of the Thirteen Sword Monuments, but many people died, and with so many lives, they could only train three sword types..." Master Ji said calmly.

"The birth of those three people has carried the lives and deaths of too many people. They were born with alien species and had an ominous fate. They have extremely high status in Xuanmen and are almost cultivated as successors." Master Ji said solemnly.

Xuanmen Jianzhong is the core disciple of Xuantian Pavilion. He has a high status and never shows off to others easily.

Even among the senior officials of Xuantian Pavilion, there are only a few people who truly know their identities.

"Many people died?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

Master Ji nodded when he heard this: "That accident can only be compared to the fire eighteen years ago."

"Fire?"

"Everyone in the capital knows that eighteen years ago, a fire hit the capital, and half of the capital was completely burned. Those who died in that disaster...according to data released by the imperial court, three thousand people... ...In fact, it doesn’t even add a zero." Master Ji whispered softly.

September was a month of fire, burning the capital. There are very few records of such a big event that can be found nowadays. However, no one in the capital will forget the scene of that day. The fire burned for two days and two nights, and the night sky was dyed. red.

A large number of corpses are transported out every day.

That year, Master Ji was only three years old.

"Eighteen years ago, when I was just born..." Li Mo whispered.

When he crossed over, he was already an infant and was abandoned outside the gate of Luofu Mountain.

"How could such a big change happen under the Emperor's feet?" Li Mo was puzzled.

Half the city was burned down. This was a huge event in Longyuan Mansion, let alone in the capital of Gyeonggi Province, the home of the True Dragon.

It is no exaggeration to say that such turmoil, if someone holds a banner high and raises their arms, seems to be no different from a rebellion.

"I don't know. The court didn't say it clearly. It is said that it was all done by Guixu. In the end, it was natural that people would be killed and the whole thing would be killed." Master Ji said calmly.

"Guixu again?" Li Mo was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, he just felt that all the bad things in the world seemed to be done by Guixu.

This is truly an evil organization.

"Why can't we sit in this seat?"

At this moment, a rush of sound came from the side.

Li Mo turned around and saw a young man in coarse cloth standing next to an empty table, his face flushed.

"Sword-holding Mountain? What kind of small sect? This is also a place where you can join in the fun?"

A burst of joking laughter rang out, attracting everyone's attention to the next table.

"The disciple of Duwangshan, is that Qian Yaodong!?"

"It turns out to be Brother Yaodong. It is said that he has been recognized by the Poison King Mountain [Seven Poisonous Silkworms] and has practiced the [Poison King Manual]. I don't know if it is true or not."

"His reputation is not weak. Who is that boy? How dare you argue with Brother Yaodong?"

There was a noise on the second floor.

Duwang Mountain is one of the top 100 mountain gates in the world.

Qian Yaodong is the descendant of this generation of Poison King Mountain. His strength is terrifying, he has reached the seven-inch realm, and he can be regarded as a first-rate powerhouse among many disciples who have been promoted from the mountain sect.

"You...you are unreasonable..."

The commoner boy was so anxious that he stamped his feet, which made Li Mo stunned for a moment.

"You don't even know who you are. A disciple of Sword Holding Mountain, you actually dare to come here to join in the fun?" Qian Yaodong sneered.

"Sword Holding Mountain? Why does this name sound familiar..."

"Damn it... I remembered that three hundred years ago, there was a black sword wielder in this lineage."

"Really of this lineage, the mountain gate left by the Black Sword [Sword Holder] must be treated well."

Immediately, the noise in the building dropped a lot, making the low voices even more harsh, and everyone looked at the young boy in cloth.

"Sword holder?" Li Mo was stunned. Although he didn't know the meaning of this name, it was related to the black sword, which aroused his curiosity.

"Three hundred years ago, a boy who followed Black Sword was dedicated to holding the sword for Black Sword... Because of this important relationship, this man received the guidance of Black Sword. After the age of forty, he also became one of the great masters in the world... His sect also changed its name to Sword-holding Mountain..."

Master Ji is quite familiar with the shopkeepers of all the major sects in the world.

The fierce reputation of the Black Sword spread throughout the world, and three hundred years later, its reputation remains undefeated.

However, in the capital, this name seems a bit sensitive, and anyone related to it is not very friendly.

After all, this murderous master killed many people back then, and his glory was the shame of many people.

"Brother Li, you should know that there are two most unpopular gates in Wangxuan City..."

Master Ji raised his hand and pointed at the commoner boy.

"One of them is Holding Sword Mountain, and the other one is the mountain gate where Black Sword was born... What is it called?" Master Ji thought for a while, showing a thoughtful look.

Over the past three hundred years, someone from Holding Sword Mountain has stood out from time to time and advanced to the Xuantian Pavilion. However, the mountain gate where the Black Sword is located is silent and forgotten.

"By the way, Luofu Mountain..."

Master Ji tapped the table and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's the name..."

"This..." Li Mo curled his lips and his expression became weirder.

"Ever since Black Sword, this lineage has not produced any decent talents in the past three hundred years. Now we don't even know if they exist, so we don't need to care too much." Master Ji chuckled.

In the past three hundred years, no disciple in Luofu Mountain has been able to advance to the Xuantian Pavilion, and naturally he has been forgotten in the corner.

"Zhijianshan has not had a newcomer come forward for twelve consecutive years. Why didn't you cover your crotch this year and exposed you?" Qian Yaodong sneered.

The Poison King Mountain and the Sword-holding Mountain have a feud. When the Black Sword came out, their ancestors were not defeated by the Black Sword, but they were directly killed by the sword-wielding boy.

Du Wangshan will naturally remember this great hatred in his heart.

In the final exams of Xuantian Pavilion, whenever they encounter a disciple from Sword Holding Mountain, Du Wangshan will do something dirty. This is a common practice.

For this reason, Holding Sword Mountain killed and injured many disciples overtly and covertly.

"Why is this kid so stupid? Why are you still standing there?" Someone whispered, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.

With such a connection with the Black Sword, he actually dared to show off in the market, and even offended the disciples of Poison King Mountain. This unique method of seeking death has not been seen for many years.

"How stupid..."

Qian Yaodong sat still, but his right index finger moved rhythmically, and a faint murderous intent flashed through his cold eyes.

"Come and sit, there's room here."

At this moment, a soft voice suddenly sounded, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere in the building.

A series of glances were cast towards him, showing surprise.

"Brother Li, you..."

Master Ji was stunned and looked at Li Mo with a strange expression.

"Who is this person? How come you can even greet a fly like Zhi Jian Shan?"

"I don't know. I can't tell. He looks unfamiliar."

"Those who come from unknown origins must come from unknown origins."

Waves of whispers sounded from everywhere.

"I……"

The dull-looking commoner boy stood there, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. He just looked at Li Mo and cast a grateful look at him.

"Come and sit."

Li Mo pointed to the empty seat next to him and said calmly.

"Boy, who are you? How dare you stand up for him?"

Qian Yaodong's eyes passed over the indifferent young man and fell directly on Li Mo.

"What? You bought this building? Why don't you let me sit down when I have an empty seat?"

Li Mo glanced sideways and said calmly: "You are a disciple of Duwang Mountain. If you are really so heroic and bring one hundred thousand taels of silver, let alone him not sitting, I will give you this seat."

Every word is resounding, echoing in Wangtian Tower.

The eyes turned back to Qian Yaodong's face. Who would have thought that this unknown person who suddenly appeared not only did not pick up the fight, but also made such a "compromise".

Qian Yaodong was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly darkened.

"Why aren't you talking? No money? Why are you pretending to be cool if you don't have money?" Li Mo said calmly.

"you……"

Qian Yaodong's face turned red and he looked at Li Mo coldly. In an instant, he suppressed his anger. Han Che's eyes were like looking at a dead person.

"Brother Taoist, thank you for rescuing me."

The dull boy walked to the table and saluted Li Mo.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just not used to occupying seats with malicious intent." Li Mo glanced sideways and said calmly.

"My name is Qin Zangzhuo, and I come from Holding Sword Mountain." The young man said, and sat down at Li Mo's signal.

"Zangzhuo?"

Li Mo glanced at the other party, but his expression was strange.

This Qin Zangzhuo seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his strength was average, only at the seventh level of the Inner Breath Realm.

With such strength, it is really unbelievable to be able to advance to Xuantian Pavilion. After all, not everyone is as lucky as Hong Xiaofu.

"Brother Li, be careful..."

Master Ji came closer to Li Mo and lowered his voice.

"Poison King Mountain is one of the top 100 mountain gates in the world. It is the second most powerful mountain gate. The most important thing is that their killing methods are hard to guard against..."

Having said this, Master Ji paused for a moment and subconsciously looked at Qian Yaodong sitting far away, who was staring at their table.

"I heard that Qian Yaodong was recognized by the [Seven Killers of Poisonous Silkworms]. This is an extremely terrifying demon and is enshrined by Poison King Mountain." Master Ji said solemnly.

"If he has murderous intentions, let alone ordinary people, even if they are a level higher than him, they may not be able to guard against it."

Qian Yaodong is a master of the seven-inch realm. If he really attacks in secret, even the life of the eight-inch realm is hanging by a thread. If he pays a certain price, he can even threaten the masters of the nine-inch realm.

This is the horror of the descendants of Poison King Mountain.

"Seven kills of poisonous silkworms!?" Li Mo whispered.

Suddenly, his body swayed, and he felt a little dizzy. His spiritual sense inside his body trembled violently, and an icy cold air penetrated his body, almost destroying his spiritual sense.

"This is……"

Li Mo was horrified and alert, and felt an invisible spiritual sense coming in silently.

In a daze, he saw a fat black silkworm, spraying out rancid air, trying to get into his body.

"poison!?"

Li Mo reacted instantly. He did not expect that the spiritual sense could be turned into poison, killing people from a distance, directly entering the body orifices, and obliterating the opponent's spiritual sense.

Obviously, this is the power of [Seven Kills of Poisonous Silkworms] mentioned by Master Ji.

"court death."

Li Mo's eyes widened and he shouted suddenly in his heart.

In an instant, his eroded spiritual senses suddenly gathered together, and in a trance, a fat silkworm appeared unexpectedly. It was plump and chubby, just like waste, and its whole body exuded a colorful luster.

"This...this is..."

In an instant, Qian Yaodong's complexion suddenly changed, and he instinctively felt deep fear. With a thought in his mind, he wanted his spiritual sense to return to his body.

At this moment, the plump waste baby pounced forward, opened its big mouth, and swallowed the black silkworm into its belly.

"Ahhhh...

Suddenly, Qian Yaodong screamed and stood up suddenly.

Everyone looked up and saw that the descendant of Duwang Mountain was bleeding from all his orifices, and he fell down directly under the horrified eyes.

"What...what's going on?"

Someone whispered, and he hurried forward to check, and as soon as he touched his hand, he showed horrified affection.

"He...he's dead!?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar, and even Master Ji and Qin Zangzhuo showed strange expressions.

"Oh my god, if you occupy a seat these days, someone will die... Cruel God."

Li Mo proclaimed his compassion and couldn't help but sigh.

…

At this time, Wangxuan City was eight hundred miles away.

A huge copper cart was driving on a narrow mountain road. The heavy weight caused the ground to crack and the gravel to slide down continuously.

There is a coffin lying horizontally on the copper cart. It is made of black iron and has a strange style. It is printed with strange patterns of clouds covering the sky.

"Senior brother, eight hundred miles ahead is Wangxuan City."

At this moment, a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes walked to the side of the copper cart and respectfully worshiped the black iron coffin.

As a disciple of Martial Arts Mountain, he was full of respect for the being lying in the coffin.

There is no other reason, just because he is the strongest among the disciples of this generation in Martial Arts Mountain...

Jiang Chen! ! !

"Dengtian Wangxuan, I don't know if that person... will come."

At this moment, an indifferent voice slowly came from the black iron coffin.

"Senior brother is saying... Bei Shaxuan..." The expression of the young man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes changed slightly, and he did not even dare to recite his name directly.

"That person said...she has not set foot in the capital for eighteen years..."

"Bei Sha...have you ever been to the capital!?"

"That happened a long time ago...Eighteen years ago...there were five of the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world, in the capital..."

The indifferent voice fell slowly, echoed in the empty mountains and fields, and finally dissipated.