The founder of all religions

There are hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang, and there are millions of mysterious cultivators hidden in the demons.

That man once single-handedly subdued the demons and unified the barren hills, and was known as the leader of Beimang.

"Black Sword... He has indeed been here." Li Mo murmured.

That day in Wangxuan City, just because he bore the title of the successor of the Black Sword, [Beisha Xuanzhang], one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, did not hesitate to show up in person to detain and suppress him.

It can be seen from this that the gap between Heijian and Beisha Xuanzong is probably not small.

"Three hundred years ago, when Black Sword became the mastermind of Beimang Barren Hills, Beisha Xuanzhang had not yet attained the title of Demon Immortal..."

Li Mo was thoughtful, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

"Their grudge was forged at that time!?"

"Back then, the Black Sword unified Beimang Barren Hills, suppressed millions of demons, and dug through countless ancient tombs..."

Gu Changan's palms trembled slightly, and the floating spiritual energy held the imprisoned thunder and lightning steadily.

"It's very possible that he's looking for this kind of weird soil."

"What's the origin of this thing?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

"It hides incredible power and can bestow unimaginable abilities, whether living or dead..."

Gu Changan looked at the thunder and lightning fused with the earth in his hand, with a trace of desire and obsession in his dark-rimmed eyes.

"So you know now, you have shocked the old devil Pan Po, but you have blocked the way to dig graves... I'm afraid it will be difficult to come up with these things in the future." Gu Changan sighed softly.

Only the most convenient way for monsters and ghosts to enter and exit Shiwan Desolate Hills.

Even Black Sword spent a lot of effort searching for these strange lands back then, let alone him?

When we are alone and weak, trying to find such strange soil from one big tomb after another in the vast desert hills is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"It seems we can only use these monsters..." Li Mo whispered.

"Of course, unless..." Gu Changan glanced sideways and hesitated.

"Unless what?" Li Mo blurted out.

"Back then, Black Sword dug through almost 100,000 barren hills in order to find this kind of strange soil, leaving behind a secret path that connected the tops of the mountains and traversed the Beimang barren hills." Gu Changan said solemnly.

"The secret passage of the black sword runs through the barren hills..."

Li Mo's eyes lit up instantly. At the moment, he was worrying about how to cross the 100,000 barren hills to reach Qingping Mountain.

If he could find this secret passage left by the black sword, wouldn't it be...

Thinking of this, Li Mo's breathing became a little rapid.

"hiss……"

At this moment, Gu Changan let out a slightly painful groan. He covered his forehead, and there was a deep tiredness in his eyes with dark circles.

"Medicine...medicine...medicine..."

Gu Changan put the thunderbolt in his palm away, and with a call, the maid came in carrying the jade bowl filled with brown liquid.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

He only thought it was strange that Gu Changan never slept.

Chen Tiejia said that the [Wrathful Liver Soup] that Gu Changan drank was a recipe obtained from a coffin in a large tomb. In addition to the blood of red bulls, the beards of mice at night, the tears of owls, and the bitter juice of black beans, In addition, a lot of precious medicinal materials are needed, which costs a lot of money every month.

The biggest effect of this medicinal soup is to make people fall asleep. In addition, it seems to have a certain restraint effect on the brain. It will not dream or even daydream, and even random thoughts will be reduced a lot. .

Li Mo didn't know what kind of disease Gu Changan had, and he actually needed to use this medicinal soup to survive, so that the latter's spirit seemed a little abnormal.

"It's nothing, it's an old problem..." Gu Changan picked up the jade bowl, drank the brown liquid in it, and smacked the taste afterward.

The sour and refreshing smell made Li Mo couldn't help but take two steps back when he smelled it from ten steps away.

"Actually, it's not really a problem. I just can't sleep and can't do anything easily..."

As he spoke, Gu Changan, with the support of the maid, slowly turned around and went into the inner hall to rest.

"grown ups……"

At this moment, Li Mo stopped Gu Changan.

"Anything else?"

"Why do you tell me about [Quiet Earth]?" Li Mo got straight to the point.

He could see that this [Crooked Earth] contained incredible power, so it should be kept secret like this.

He was an outsider, he had been in Qingchan City for less than a month, and he had no close friendship with Gu Changan. It was really unusual for the other party to tell him such a secret.

"A friend of mine once said that everything must have a reason... The reason why I tell you is because you are still known as the successor of the Black Sword... I think Brother Li's appearance here is due to fate. It was already destined..."

Speaking of this, Gu Changan sighed softly: "I hope that Brother Li's appearance can solve my dilemma."

As he spoke, Gu Changan walked tremblingly into the inner hall with the support of his maid.

"Gu Changan... is indeed a bit weird."

Li Mo murmured, then turned around and looked at the coffins in the courtyard in front of him.

"Quiet Earth...this is really good stuff."

Just now, when the milky white soil appeared, the [Nine Life Laws] in Li Mo's body began to operate independently, rolling vigorously and unstoppable.

Together with the [spiritual seedlings] in the dantian, they were all trembling and humming together, revealing an unquenchable desire, just like fish longing for the river flow and birds longing for the sky. It is an almost primitive instinct to return.

"The strange soil...this thing is a bit interesting." Li Mo thought thoughtfully.

He has a feeling that as long as he obtains this thing, his spiritual seedling will undergo an astonishing transformation, and the Nine Life Method will also achieve a breakthrough. By that time, it will be easy to comprehend the realm beyond the spiritual breath.

"I have to find the secret passage of the Black Sword first..."

Li Mo's mind gradually became more active.

As long as he finds the Black Sword Secret Path, he can see that he can freely enter and exit the Hundred Thousand Desolate Hills. Finding this kind of [weird soil] will be much easier. The most important thing is that he can use this secret path to go straight to Qingping Mountain.

At that time, the Cutting Edge will be able to obtain the creation that belongs to it, transform and sublimate, and will be different from now on.

"It seems that I have to touch the bottom of this barren hill in Beimang first."

That night, Li Mo returned to Biyouju. He planned to take Ji Tiantiao with him to explore the outskirts of Huangqiu. After all, he had the best eyesight among the demons and ghosts under his command.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Exploring the path." Li Mo said casually without saying much.

"Master, take me with you."

Qui-Gon leaned in front of the millstone and rubbed the two iron eggs in his hands until they sparkled.

"Forget it, there are too many people and it's inconvenient." Li Mo shook his head.

He only dared to wander around the outskirts of Beimang Desolate Hill, and did not plan to go deep. He just wanted to reduce the number of troops. It would be bad to bring more people.

What's more, once these goods go deep into the barren hills and mountains, if something happens, it will be very bad.

"Huh? Why do I always feel like something is wrong..."

Just as Li Mo was about to go out, he suddenly stopped and took a glance. Zhu Gangxuan, Kui Gang, the little black cat, Wang Jiu, Ji Tiantiao, the little fox, the red lotus boy... everyone was there.

"Maybe I've been too tired recently."

Li Mo shook his head and suppressed the illusion in his heart.

"let's go."

As he spoke, he waved and led Ji Tianxi out of Biyouju.

…

Qingchan City is five hundred miles south.

In Juelong Ridge, the blue clouds are terrifying and threatening, and the demonic aura penetrates the sky and frightens the bright moon.

In the vast mist, a huge thing was surrounding the mountain, winding and moving at such a fast speed that it seemed like a black shadow. Only through the moonlight could one faintly see its slender snake-like body, and its densely packed tentacles dancing vaguely.

"Brother with hundreds of eyes...Brother with hundreds of eyes..."

At this moment, a hurried call sounded in the vast moonlit night, and it felt like a drowning person calling for help.

Rumble…

A huge sound came from the mountain, shaking the earth and causing countless boulders to roll down.

"Brother Baiyan, please take away your magical powers."

In front of the ancient cave, an embarrassed man shouted loudly, his robes were woven like spider silk. He was clearly the old demon Panpo who was suppressed by Li Mo.

call……

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind came, powerful in all directions, and then, a middle-aged Taoist priest came out of the evil wind, with a face like a melon and iron, and eyes like bright stars. The head is tall and round, and the lips are turned and opened like Dada. The heart of the Tao is full of hidden thunder, a true Taoist warrior who subdues the tiger and subdues the dragon.

"Brother Pan Po, why do you have the time to come to my place?" the visitor whispered.

Pan Po Lao Mo's face trembled slightly, but there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

The [Hundred-Eyed Demon King] in front of me is a strange thing among demons. He was born with a hundred eyes. Later, by chance, he got some blessings and cultivated these hundreds of demon eyes to the number of "thousand eyes", and practiced It has become an extremely terrifying magical power.

Therefore, even in this vast wilderness, this [Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord] can be regarded as a master worthy of his name.

Of course, the most important thing is that the [Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord] and him [Pan Po Old Demon] have an acquaintance for eight years.

"Long time no see, brother. I'm here to visit."

As he spoke, Panpo Laomo took out a black jade bottle from his arms and opened it gently. A pungent and strange aroma suddenly filled the air.

Even though we have eight friends, you still need to give a big gift when asking for help. This is the wisdom that the human world has accumulated over thousands of years.

"This is……"

"May Yinghu's magical little ointment!" Pan Po said proudly.

This treasure is an ancient prescription, refined from thousands of precious medicinal materials, boiled by earth fire, and tempered by sky thunder. It is a rare treasure.

"Brother has cultivated a thousand eyes... Then there will be a thousand and one eyes that need to be maintained..."

"This magical little ointment from Mayinghu can protect each of your eyes."

As he spoke, Panpo Laomo respectfully handed over the black jade bottle.

"My brother is interested."

The Bai-Eyed Demon King was overjoyed and took the Mayinghu magical little ointment with a wave of his hand.

"Um!?"

At this moment, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord squinted his eyes, and with just one glance, he could see the clues.

"Brother, are you hurt?"

As soon as these words came out, Panpo Laomo, who was full of grievances, finally couldn't hold it in any longer and fell to his knees with a plop.

"Brother, you have to make the decision for me."

As he spoke, Panpo Laomo shook his head, and a spider's head appeared in reality. However, there was only one solitary one stuck on his neck, and there were six bare bloody holes around it.

"Huh!? Brother, why do you only have one head left?"

"That's thanks to the damn Green Toad City."

Panpo Laomo regained his body, gritted his teeth, and told exactly what happened to him tonight. When he said that his brothers and sisters were slapped one after another by Li Mo, and he was trampled under his feet, he couldn't help crying.

"Brother Bai-Eyed, you have to make the decision for me." Old Demon Pan Po hugged the thigh of the White-Eyed Demon Lord tightly and cried heartbreakingly. It really saddened those who heard it and shed tears.

"How did such a master come to a remote place like Qingchan City?" Bai-Eyed Demon Lord pondered.

"Brother, is it possible that you can't beat that human?"

Panpo Laomo couldn't help but panic, Li Mo's figure appeared in his mind, and his deep hatred burned like a fire, burning fiercely.

If even the [Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord] can't stand up for him, then his revenge is really hopeless, and he will only be manipulated by Li Mo at will in this life.

"That human being is nothing, just a mere spiritual breath. I can destroy it with just a raise of my hand." The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord said calmly.

In his eyes, human beings under the true breath are just ants and cannot enter his eyes at all. Therefore, no matter how powerful Pan Po Laomo described them, he never put Li Mo in his eyes.

"Gu Changan is the one who is in trouble." The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord said solemnly.

"Gu Changan? That tuberculosis ghost?" Pan Po was stunned for a moment.

He doesn't take that kind of thing seriously, so how can [Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord], whose cultivation level is much higher than him, care about it?

"Do you really think I let you get in touch with Gu Chang'an for that little tribute?" The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord glanced sideways and couldn't help but sneer.

"Is there any other secrets?" Pan Po asked subconsciously.

"Gu Changan is an extraordinary person. He hides a big secret."

"Big secret?" Old Demon Pan Po's heart moved. Looking at the strange expression of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, this secret was no small matter.

"Brother..." Pan Po Lao Mo hesitated to speak. He wanted to ask clearly, but he was afraid that knowing such a secret would lead to death for him.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you."

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord glanced at it and said calmly: "The inheritance Gu Changan received is not trivial. It is the ancient [Big Dream Eternal Skill]..."

"The great dream of eternal merit!?"

Pan Po Lao Mo was stunned for a moment: "Brother, why haven't I heard of it?"

"Of course you have never heard of it. This skill has been passed down for a long time. It is also called [Dream Power], and its power is earth-shattering... In the past thousand years, only one person has mastered this skill." The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord said solemnly.

"who!?"

"This person's origin is extraordinary and unpredictable..." The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord shook his head: "He is one of the members of [Xia, Shang and Zhou]."

"Is it possible that Gu Changan is the descendant of this person?" Old Devil Pan Po did not expect that the sick and consumptive ghost had such a big background.

"Yes or no."

"How do you say that!?" Old Demon Pan Po was confused.

"The Great Dream Eternal Art is divided into two types. One is the Sweet Dream Chapter, which allows you to dream about the world of mortals and transform all living beings. Once you are trapped in a dream, everything about you will fall into confusion and be gradually deprived of it, so as to strengthen the other body."

"So powerful!?" Pan Po Laomo was surprised.

"That's right... just like you, if once you fall into the trap... even if I tell you now, you won't be able to wake up until you are deprived of everything and become the opponent's treasure." The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord said solemnly.

"There is such a weird skill in this world, then Gu Changan..."

"What he inherited is a nightmare!!"