Patriarch of Wanjiao

In the early morning, the fog in the mountains has not yet dissipated.

A ray of early sun swayed with a golden luster, reflecting on the weeds and dew, a colorful halo appeared.

rumbling...

Suddenly, a terrible shock came from the depths of the mountain depression, causing smoke and dust to rise everywhere, and jackdaws flew together.

Cracks appeared on the tombstone buried in the mountain amid violent fluctuations, and it continued to shatter at a speed visible to the naked eye. The white bones buried deep in the soil were exposed and instantly turned into powder.

"Little bastard, your shell is really hard."

"Big black pig, don't be crazy... Let's fight again if you have the ability."

An almost roaring voice came from the mountain, full of dominance and ferocity.

In the radiant light of Xuanjin, a gigantic tortoise phantom is looming. It is born with long life, and naturally knows the magic formula. It has immeasurable power when it breathes in and out.

Corresponding to it is a rush of black air, and in the confusion, a mysterious method comes along, with three heads and six arms, showing the image of wrath, holding the fierce power of burning and extinguishing.

Two terrifying images collided fiercely in the mountain full of corpses. In the smoke and dust, one was black and the other was white, and two young men emerged.

Wang Jiu's body was permeated, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes. In an instant, his life energy was like fire, scorching into a shocking wave.

Since the release of the Demon Punisher, Wang Jiu's [Shouyuan Wuji Kungfu] has improved further, absorbing the vitality of all directions, and circulating the Shouyuan Wuji. Such power has already become a big demon.

Facing Wang Jiu like this, the dark-skinned young man was not afraid at all. He chanted the mantra, and the divine power descended, his mane stood on end, like a magical weapon to kill, and it would destroy billions of golden lights and destroy the virtual image of the tortoise .

"Canopy canopy, Jiuyuan Shatong."

"Five Ding Dusi, Gao Diaobei Weng."

"Seven politics and eight spirits, Tai Shanghao is fierce."

……

At this moment, a contemptuous voice suddenly came from the mountain, revealing the emptiness that is hard to find.

"Owner!"

With a thought in his mind, Wang Jiu couldn't help but stop what he was doing, and looked into the deep mountains.

At the same time, the dark-skinned young man narrowed his eyes as he followed the direction of the voice of nothingness, thoughtfully.

He is too familiar with such strange fluctuations.

This is the power of the [Northern Emperor Shangyuan Canopy Great Divine Mantra], which uses spiritual mantras to invite the supreme and mysterious methods, such as adding gods and demons to the body, thus producing various incredible changes and obtaining fierce power.

"Is the master practicing Xuan Gong!?"

Wang Jiu's eyes narrowed, but the golden light in the depths of his pupils trembled slightly.

With his current cultivation base, he can naturally see that a seemingly invisible atmosphere rises from the deep mountains into the sky. In a trance, there is a monster's giant claws with distinct scales and armor. It was fierce, and even the dragon's chant could be heard faintly.

"Demon Dragon!?" The dark-skinned young man lowered his gaze, feeling deep fear in his heart.

At this moment, he only felt that in the deep mountain, there was an unknown and terrifying giant hidden in the deep mountain, its fangs were just showing, and it was frightening in all directions, which made him lose his mind and find it hard to hold back.

"What a profound art... It can actually make such a change in the dragon-capturing hand..."

Suddenly, Li Mo's voice sounded again, and the next moment, the strange atmosphere suddenly dissipated, like a cloud of smoke, disappearing into the mountains.

The smoke and dust that filled the air slowly dissipated, and a heavy breath came from the mountain.

Both Wang Jiu and the dark-skinned young man froze, and couldn't help but glance at each other.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mo walked out, dressed in plain clothes, but with a mysterious aura wrapped around his body, which disappeared in an instant.

"Something is different!?"

There was a golden light in Wang Jiu's eyes. He always felt that the Li Mo in front of him was completely different from the one before he entered the mountain, but he couldn't tell the difference.

"Releasing demons and ghosts will bring blessings... This profound art is really good..."

Li Mo looked at Wang Jiu, then at the dark-skinned young man, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

The latter is naturally the black bristle boar demon he released.

Since that night, Li Mo has been studying and practicing the [Northern Emperor Shangyuan Canopy Great God Mantra]. He found that this mysterious art can trigger the inferno by chanting secret mantras, visualizing gestures, etc. The blessing of power is like divine help.

Different people get different blessings and produce different changes.

This kind of blessing is almost omnipotent, it can change the physical body, improve the cultivation base, and even make moves... and even weapons have incredible changes.

Just after Li Mo tried his hand with a sword, his dragon-capturing hand has undergone earth-shaking changes, and its power is incomparable.

"This mysterious art is wonderful, but it also has great risks." Li Mo had a general understanding in his heart.

The power of the Northern Emperor Shangyuan Canopy Great God Mantra is extremely domineering. If one's mind is unstable, or one's body is weak, one is likely to be dominated by this dark power, and even swallowed.

This kind of profound art is to use external force to temper one's body, and one has to give up this method after one has cultivated one's own way.

To put it bluntly, the blessings in the dark are fake, and the real thing is enlightenment.

The so-called borrowing fakes to cultivate the truth is like this.

This is the real method of self-cultivation.

"Gangguan..."

At this moment, Li Mo raised his hand and looked at the dark-skinned young man.

Zhu Gangguan, this is the name Li Mo gave him.

At first, this pig demon still felt awkward...after all, it just cracked...just cracked...it's easy to be misunderstood.

But since Li Mo bestowed the name, he could only accept it happily.

"Owner……"

"Although the profound art you have obtained is powerful, it is more important to cultivate your mind. You should practice diligently, but don't get lost in it..." Li Mo solemnly warned.

"I've made a note of it." Zhu Gangli nodded emphatically.

"Um……"

Li Mo's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Wang Jiu again: "You can hide in the mountains to practice on weekdays, and don't make too much noise when you have occasional exchanges."

I don't know how many graves are buried in this mountain. If these two ghosts really got angry, wouldn't they level the mountain?
It would be bad if the uncle Ma, who was guarding the tomb at the foot of the mountain, was frightened.

If you were scared to death directly, it would be even worse. Li Mo hadn't figured out the recipe of the pot of old soup yet.

What's more, this is the eastern outskirts of the capital, if there is too much commotion and attracts the attention of the masters in the city, it will be extremely bad.

"Master, don't worry, I will keep my hands."

"Master, don't worry, I will let him."

Wang Jiu and Zhu Ganglian met each other with a glance, and their eyes met, as if a fire burst, and they both caught a trace of rebelliousness in each other's eyes.

Li Mo saw it, but didn't say much.

Although these liberated ghosts have awakened their profound arts, they have limited achievements in the end after all behind closed doors. They can learn from each other and prove each other, but they can make their cultivation advance by leaps and bounds.

When I was in Luofu Mountain back then, the monkey and the three-eyed, the big bird and the big snake, the black cat and the golden scales, the trash baby...there is no trash baby...they always competed with each other, and the battle never stopped.

This can be said to be a traditional custom formed by Li Mo's demons and ghosts.

After returning to Mingju in the eastern suburbs, Li Mo went directly to Uncle Ma's thatched cottage as usual...

Fragrant and delicious bone broth, sprinkled with chopped scallions, served with hot pancakes, and two pieces of stewed meat... It's a good start to the day.

"Master Ma, it's a waste of your skill to guard the tomb here..."

Li Mo tasted the taste and drank the soup in the bowl, but he was full of praise.

"Why don't you go to the city and set up a stall, and I'll pay for it, so we'll be a partnership." Li Mo suggested.

"You are thinking about my pot of old soup and recipe."

Uncle Ma glared at Li Mo.

"Haha, Ma Ye, what are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?"

Li Mo laughed loudly, raised the bowl, covered his face... drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp.

"This pot of old soup is still lacking in taste... When I really boil it, I will give it to you..."

Uncle Ma suddenly sighed softly, but looked towards the inner room with his cloudy eyes.

"What's wrong with it? What's missing after being so punctual?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Good soup is boiled over time..."

Uncle Ma shook his head, turned and walked towards the back room.

Li Mo looked at the lonely back, but didn't say anything, and went into the city after eating and drinking.

……

Capital, Xuantian Pavilion.

This building complex located in the southeast corner of the imperial city looks like a temple from a distance.

After paying homage to the pilgrimage hall, a huge stone tablet appeared in front of my eyes, with two big characters [Xuantian] written on it.

"This is His Majesty Shenzong's handwriting... All the wonders return to Xuanfang and enter Haotian..."

Chen Wangdu led Li Mo into Xuantian Pavilion.

After entering the capital for more than half a month, Li Mo had just officially stepped into the world's number one power.

"Shenzong's characters... are really unique..."

Li Mo looked at the two balls of black brush strokes, if it wasn't for Chen Wangdu's introduction, he must have thought that someone had put two drops of ink on them.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is Xuantian Hall."

Chen Wangdu warned in a deep voice.

These days, a lot of things happened in the capital, the demon criminal law was attacked, Ye Bufan fell, and the warden also had a demon escape from prison... All these things made Chen Wangdu's nerves tense a lot.

"I know these things have nothing to do with you...you are also a victim of the warden..."

Chen Wangdu looked at Li Mo's strange expression, and hurriedly spoke to comfort him.

"Ye Bufan's death has already been blamed on Guixu demon. As for the warden of the Fifth Prison Division...he was also severely punished..."

After that night, Shao Baxing stayed in his post pending his crime, but his official rank was dropped from the original ninth rank to the tenth rank.

You know, he is a master of the [Shangmiao Realm], half a month ago he was on an equal footing with Wang Lingce, ranking eighth.

In just half a month, he was demoted two grades in a row and was given a major demerit.

This undoubtedly cast a cloud over his already extremely narrow official career.

Even with such a punishment, Shao Baxing paid a sufficient price, entrusted many relationships, and sold many favors to get the extra favor.

"This lord is really unlucky." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"Who says it's not? It's only been half a month..." Chen Wangdu couldn't help laughing and said, "It's really hard work..."

"How to say?"

"Turning in circles is a disgrace!"

Chen Wangdu is Wang Lingce's man, the latter and Shao Baxing have never dealt with each other, now that he has lost power, he is naturally happy to see it succeed.

As far as he knew, with Shao Baxing's current state, it was almost impossible to get promoted within two years, and this was on the premise that he made no mistakes.

"Bringing you here today is to identify the door... The above has already decided that after ten days, it will be a newcomer fight."

"Only ten days?"

"It has been delayed for a long time." Chen Wangdu shook his head.

If it wasn't for [Bei Sha Xuan Zang] suddenly appearing in Wangxuan City that day, the rookie fighting should be held there. Combined with the results of the two selection and assessments, the leader of the current rookie will be determined, and he will be awarded the title, and finally enter the capital to formally worship Enter Xuan Tian Pavilion.

Now, for the sake of safety, the 75 big seeds have to go to Beijing first, which has already delayed a lot of work.

"Prepare well, Mr. Jiansi is very optimistic about you." Chen Wangdu reminded.

The news of the Moon Night Broken Demon Knife has already reached Wang Lingce's ears. He has confidence in Li Mo. Although Jiang Chen and Wu Xiang are standing in front of him, it should be no problem to win the top three.

At that time, Wang Lingce will still have made great achievements.

"Senior, where is that place? Why is there still a kneeling statue?"

At this moment, Li Mo pointed to a huge bronze palace gate in the distance, and there was a stone statue in front of the gate, in a kneeling state, with chains running across its body, and occasionally disciples stopped to watch.

"That's the Spirit Gate..." Chen Wangdu introduced.

The layout of Xuantian Pavilion is nine palaces and eight gates...

The mysterious spirit of heaven and earth, Hongwu prison... each has its own territory.

Inside the bronze arch is the Spirit Gate.

"You should stay away from there, girls from Lingmen are not easy to mess with..." Chen Wangdu warned.

"Girls!?" Li Mo's eyes lit up and he couldn't help asking.

"Spirit sect disciples, most of them are women... Most of them are obsessed with research, and many of them have not yet married at an old age... Although they still have charms and beautiful appearances, their tempers are very weird..."

Chen Wangdu couldn't help sighing.

When he was young, he just entered the Xuantian Pavilion, and he didn't know the dangers of the world. He once met a senior sister from the Spirit Sect...

That senior sister drinks papaya stewed milk every day, so she has a big heart. Although she is forty years old, her skin is fair, comparable to cardamom.

When he was young, Chen Wangdu was quite juicy, and he was caught by that senior sister at a glance.

The latter asked him if he wanted to save 20 years of struggle. The young Chen Wangdu nodded quickly without thinking, expressing his willingness to save 20 years of struggle.

result……

"She cut my life by 20 years..."

"What the hell!?"

Li Mo was stunned, he really didn't understand what kind of brain circuit this was.

"In short... the girls in Lingmen have very weird tempers, and it won't hurt you to stay far away..." Chen Wangdu looked in the direction of Lingmen, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"Who is that kneeling statue?"

"His name is Han Qi... He is the first sect master of Lingmen. Because he rebelled against Shenzong, he was permanently set on the pillar of shame."

"The first master of Lingmen!?" Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's right, His Majesty Shenzong hates this person... For this reason, he specially ordered Zhengyi Bookstore to compile a play called [The Great Traitor Han Qi], which will be rehearsed every year in the Xuantian Pavilion for newcomers... Warning."

Chen Wangdu smiled and said: "When you really get started, you can also see..."

"Big traitor?" Li Mo chewed the word, his face became extremely strange.

"By the way, as a new disciple of Xuantian Pavilion, you can also sign up to participate in the performance..."

Chen Wangdu spoke softly.

"I heard that there are still five big men short..."

Thank you Mr. Fox for your reward! ! !I finally caught up, and I almost missed the highway today!