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Su Mo's aura was undisguised, and the coercion of the fairyland was enough to make these little monsters tremble with fear.

It's just that Su Mo didn't care about the group of monsters at all, and looked towards the bottom through the turbid water of the Yellow River.

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Exhausted!

As the end of the world gradually came, the aura in the world of mortals became less and less, Kunlun withered, and the world shrank, including the ancient rivers like the Yellow River, which also shrank rapidly.

Today's Yellow River is not even one percent of what it was in ancient times!

And it's shrinking rapidly.

After watching for a while, Su Mo finally shook his head and sighed helplessly.

He was looking for a retreat for himself!

He himself owns a complete avenue of the world of mortals, and he also has the complete avenues of several other great masters as reference.

At the same time, Su Mo has been down the mountain for several years, has seen countless forms of the world of mortals, experienced the entanglement of love and hate in the world, and even experienced several times of demons and illusions.

So now, his state of mind has tended to perfection.

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That is to say, there is only one last line of distance from the position of Dazheng who refines the void and joins the Tao!

He walked the way of the world of mortals, living in the secular world of mortals, but not bound by the world of mortals.

Therefore, the place of retreat must be carefully selected.

It is best to be a place that is well-known to the common people in the world of mortals, but few people go there, and it has not been too seriously polluted by the atmosphere of the mortal world.

The Yellow River undoubtedly met such conditions, but Su Mo discovered that the Yellow River had accumulated so much resentment for thousands of years that it had become a natural gathering place for evil spirits.

If the spiritual energy is still there, I am afraid that a passage leading directly to the nether world will be born directly at the bottom of the Yellow River!

What he practiced himself was pure supernatant spells, which clashed with Yin evil spirits, so he was naturally not suitable for retreat here.

Although the Earth Fairyland has the ability to change the terrain, the Yellow River is too special. If the terrain of the Yellow River is forcibly changed, it will bear monstrous karma!

When the retreat breaks through, you will bear monstrous karma, and there will be accidents.

Calculated in this way, there are not many places to choose in this world.

"The Yellow River is not suitable either."

Su Mo sighed softly, turned around and took a step towards the distance, but within two or three steps, his figure had already disappeared into the sky.

And in the muddy river, several hours passed.

Only when Su Mo's remaining aura was completely dissipated did the huge black shadows dare to swing their bodies and swim to the depths of the river.talent.

Chapter 807

In just a few days, Su Mo traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers of the Central Plains.

But everywhere he could see, the world was withered, and he even saw that several small sects had already been emptied, and there was no inheritance.

The destruction of spiritual energy not only makes it impossible to practice alchemy, but also cuts off the path of heretics.

Only the Qi Dao of Longhu Mountain can continue to embark on the extraordinary road in the Dharma-ending era.

But at this moment, Qi Dao is not yet common, so in the entire Taoist world, countless small sects can no longer support them, dismiss their disciples, and return to the common world.

"The avenue is broken."

Even if it didn't affect him, Su Mo couldn't help but sigh after seeing these scenes.

But for mortals, this can be regarded as a good thing.

Heaven and earth are divided into three realms, and humans, gods and ghosts govern each realm.

But since the human throne was abolished, there are countless gods in charge of the three realms and six realms.

Even the group of ghosts who are regarded as prisoners by the gods can easily massacre mortals.

Therefore, mortals can only pray for the protection of gods and gods, and survive under the eyes of countless demons and ghosts.

Now the Dao is no longer there, and there are no gods and ghosts. Although the Dao of Qi can surpass ordinary people, compared with the Dao of Alchemy in ancient times, it is very different.

It is no longer possible to give birth to monks who stretch out their hands to pluck the stars, and turn their palms to destroy the sun and the moon.

Moreover, Su Mo knew very well in his heart what kind of weapons the future generations would develop.

Practicing Qi Dao, those with high mana can reach bullets and explosives, but they can't stop missiles, heavy anti-material weapons, and humans even have weapons such as nuclear bombs, which are powerful enough to move mountains and fill seas.

Practitioners are no longer superior and unrivaled.

This world will finally be truly ruled by mortals.

Su Mo went round and round, but finally found that he had returned to Maoshan.

Today's Maoshan is deserted, the inner door has already been sealed by Su Mo himself, and among the countless pavilions and pavilions at the outer door, only a few old people in Taoist robes are left sweeping and cleaning.

"Meet the Headmaster!"

Seeing Su Mo, several old people quickly put down their brooms and saluted.

Although they are disciples of the outer sect, they have stayed in the mountain gate for decades, so they naturally know Su Mo, the head teacher of the inner sect.

"What about the rest?"

Su Mo looked around, but didn't find much blood.

This proves that there are indeed not many people left in Nuo Da's outer sect.

"The world is in chaos, and there are foreign enemies invading." An old man sighed, and said softly: "Many fellow disciples and juniors have all left the mountain gate and went down the mountain to fight against the enemy and defend the Central Plains."

"Oh... I just don't know how many people will come back in the future."

Hearing what the old man said, Su Mo was also a little silent.

The outer sect of Maoshan was very popular, and at its peak there were even thousands of disciples.

Today, there are no more than thirty disciples in Manshan Mountain.

And all of them are elderly, or physically and mentally handicapped, staying to watch the home and nursing home, keeping the Sanqing incense burning.

"Teacher, you..." An old man said cautiously, "Don't blame them..."

"Resisting the enemy is a hero, how can I blame it?"

Su Mo looked at the empty hall, and said softly, "I command you to cast a stele of meritorious deeds and stand it in the hall. The names of all the disciples who came down the mountain will be engraved on the stele."

"When the fighting subsides...send people down the mountain to collect the bones of those disciples who died in battle."

"Respecting the sect master's imperial order!" Several old Taoist priests bowed their hands at the same time.

Su Mo nodded slightly, and looked around the empty hall again, and the old faces in front of him, suddenly feeling guilty and complicated.

This retreat, ranging from decades to hundreds of years.

After the retreat, how many familiar people are left?

"Headmaster!"

Just then, a voice sounded from behind.

The person who came was Sun Qingfeng, the supervisor of Maoshan Outer Sect, similar to the position of head teacher.

Because the inner sect has a head teacher, the outer sect can no longer be called the head teacher, so it is called the supervisor.

"Sun Supervisor." Su Mo nodded at him.

"The retreat is ready."

Supervisor Sun walked up to him, saluted and said, "Fengshui halls have been built around the green hill in the back according to your instructions."

That's right, after choosing and choosing, Su Mo discovered that all the well-known good places in the world today have actually been deeply polluted by the atmosphere of the world of mortals.

Therefore, it is better to stay in Maoshan for retreat.

Seeing Su Mo groaning silently, Sun Qingfeng said, "Teacher, you are going to..."

Su Mo shook his head suddenly: "No...in a few days, let's talk in a few days first."

"Yes."

Sun Qingfeng didn't ask any more questions, and retreated after paying a salute, and those old Taoist priests picked up their brooms again to clean up the hall.

However, Su Mo took steps towards the outside, and he had already crossed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in just one step.

Renjia Township...

In Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu was slowly practicing Tai Chi in the early morning, while Qianhe was offering incense to the patriarch's tablet in the main room.

When the breeze blew, Su Mo's figure suddenly appeared.

"Headmaster."

Both Uncle Jiu and Qianhe stopped and saluted Su Mo.

Su Mo waved his hand, and there were tables, chairs, and teacups between the waves of his sleeves.

He took the two of them to sit down, drank tea and chatted. From the time he first entered Maoshan until he took over the position of head teacher, Qiusheng Wencai and Wenhai also listened to the demons and ghosts that Su Mo had experienced from time to time. Exclaim.

What surprised the few people was that neither the master nor Uncle Qianhe didn't scold them for being lazy this time, and asked them to practice martial arts.

Unknowingly, the sun is westward.

A pot of fragrant tea also bottomed out.

Su Mo stood up, straightened his robes, and bowed solemnly to the two of them: "Senior brothers, please leave now!"

Qian He and Jiu Shu also stood up, with complex expressions on their faces: "Junior Brother Su, I wish you the Tao soon and become a fairy."

At the last moment, they no longer called Su Mo the head teacher.

Because both of them understand that this parting is probably a farewell forever!

Uncle Nine himself doesn't have much lifespan, and Qianhe is also in his 50s this year, and his lifespan will be exhausted for dozens of years at most.

"Wen Cai, Qiu Sheng, Wen Hai, you three need to work harder, don't let them down." Su Mo also looked at the three young people.

Although the three of Wen Cai didn't know exactly what was going to happen, they also vaguely had a premonition of parting. At this moment, they all saluted Su Mo seriously: "Teacher, take care!"

Su Mo nodded, took one last look at these familiar faces, then turned and left without hesitation.

Next, he spent two more days with Mr. Ren, and one of Ao Li's juniors helped take care of the property of the Ren family.

Although their cultivation level is not enough, this group of monsters has reached the Transformation Realm at least, and they can survive the Dharma-ending Era safely and live for thousands of years.

Immediately afterwards, Su Mo visited people and sects he knew well one by one according to his memory.

Some are still alive, while others have passed away in the past few years.

After a hundred years, I don't know how many people will remain in this world.

In this way, March passed without knowing it.

And Su Mo finally returned to Maoshan again.

ps: Sorry guys, I drank too much last night, I planned to take a break and update it, but when I opened my eyes, I found it was already noon. …

Chapter 808

On the quiet mountain peak, Su Mo sat cross-legged, looking at the reflections of countless halls under the setting sun.

A few old Taoist priests were cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and a few pilgrims could be vaguely seen coming out of the incense hall.

As time went by, the war in the Central Plains became more and more chaotic, and the flames of war burned almost everywhere.

Therefore, the number of pilgrims who came to worship on the mountain gradually decreased, and now there are only some old, weak, sick and disabled Taoist priests left, making the outer gate of Maoshan even more deserted.

Su Mo has been sitting here for several days.