Blood Snake Ridge stronghold. Shen Mo opened the jade box again and took out the severed finger from the All Saints.
But this time, before refining the True Immortal Index Finger, he had already prepared two bottles of the newly refined elixir to exorcise evil spirits. He had just gotten hold of this elixir, so he had not yet had time to refine it thoroughly. Ten elixirs Eight of them are of good quality, and only two are of perfect quality, which is enough for now!
The next moment, Shen Mo activated the "Anti-Dragon Curse", and the anti-dragon true energy surged in his body. At the same time, he also wore the [Special] Destiny, and activated the [Nirvana] magical power.
After doing all this, he took out a perfect quality evil-expelling Dan.
Swallowed into the stomach with a "Gulu" sound. Sensing that the medicinal properties in his body were beginning to rise, Shen Mo immediately activated the Blood Evil Pearl, and used the [Spirit Devouring] magical power to support the immortal technique, and began to slowly refine the True Immortal Index Finger.
This practice was an unusual one. Under the suppression of multiple means such as immortality, destiny, magical powers, and elixirs, there was not even the slightest distortion in Shen Mo's body and soul!
Especially under the effect of expelling evil spirits and crossing Erdan, the pollution and distortion contained in the original power of the true immortal absorbed into the body is weakened to the extreme; like a poisonous insect frozen in winter, it is in an inert state and has not had time to attack. After being continuously washed away by Nilong's true energy and repulsed by the magical power of [Nirvana], it gathered into a ball of evil energy, was suppressed and wrapped by Shen Mo's magic power, and was coughed out of the body!
The color is still dark, and it keeps twisting and hissing, changing into the evil appearance of various evil insects and poisonous insects.
As soon as Shen Mo got rid of the evil aura of the True Immortal, it was swallowed up by the Evil-eating Flying Centipede who was waiting at the side with eager eyes and saliva!
"Master, eat...eat..." The Evil-eating Centipede still felt it was not enough and kept urging Shen Mo through the connection between his mind and his heart.
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. Eating everything will harm you sooner or later!" Shen Mo's fist hit the evil-eating centipede's ferocious head, smashing out clusters of spiritual sparks.
After being hit hard, the Evil-Eating Centipede felt aggrieved through its mind, and did not dare to urge any more. The huge monster body crawled beside Shen Mo's feet, and a pair of ferocious eyes stared directly at him, but There is a look of begging for mercy!
Shen Mo ignored it and followed the process repeated many times before and began to run the exercises to consolidate the soaring Taoism. He looked inside the Taoist body and soul to eliminate possible hidden dangers.
After thoroughly digesting the results of this training, he refined the True Immortal Index Finger again! Day after day, time flies by.
... Yuquan Mountain, Fulong Immortal Sect. After selling the original Shanmen Blessed Land to the Chiyan Sect, Bian Zhenren used the spiritual resources obtained from the sale to buy a ten-mile site at the foot of the southeast slope tens of thousands of miles away from Fulongpo!
Then, he led nearly a thousand disciples and painstakingly rebuilt the mountain gate using materials dismantled from the original site.
After the mountain gate was completed, Fulong Immortal Sect held a housewarming banquet and invited Shen Mo and a group of monks who were close to the Immortal Sect to attend the banquet and drink.
However, Shen Mo was busy practicing at that time, so he asked Yuan Heming to attend the banquet on his behalf! This day.
A boy with red lips and white teeth, silver hair, and a body and face that looked like he was only four or five years old, appeared quietly at the door of Fulong Immortal Sect, as if he appeared out of thin air. Even the disciples of Fulong Sect guarding the door were surprised. Didn't notice his arrival!
The silver-haired boy stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking up and down at this rather narrow mountain gate, which looked extremely shabby compared to other immortal sect-style mountain gates.
"My family is unlucky, my family is unlucky!"
"These unscrupulous descendants... just want to sell off all their property. Now even the hinterland of Shanmen has been sold off. You really want to make me angry!" Although the silver-haired boy's voice was childish, his tone was a bit old-fashioned, and he pointed at the door.
The plaque of "Fulong Immortal Sect" said with sadness. There are four Fulongpo disciples guarding the gate, one is in the Qi Gathering Realm, and the remaining three are in the Body Forging Realm.
Although they stood upright, their minds were obviously not here. They were either practicing secretly, accumulating spiritual power in their bodies, or pondering on magical martial arts. In addition, the silver-haired boy was acting strangely, and no one noticed his presence before he spoke.
As soon as the silver-haired boy opened his mouth, the leader of the Qi Gathering Realm disciples immediately came back to his senses, glanced at the boy who appeared out of nowhere, and said angrily, "Where did this little brat come here to talk nonsense? I’m sorry you’re not old, so I won’t argue with you, just go home and drink milk!”
"Hmph!" The silver-haired boy snorted coldly and glared at the leading gatekeeper with an expressionless look. Suddenly, the rude Qi Gathering Realm disciple felt suffocated, his heart seemed to have stopped beating, and his face soon became pale and ashen.
After a while, he recovered. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, his mouth was wide open and he was panting. He glanced at the silver-haired boy with a look of fear, and then he rolled and crawled with the other three disciples of the Body Training Realm. He fled into the Fulongxian Sect!
Soon, Master Bian of the Fulongxian Sect and Yuan Heming, deputy leader of the Red Flame Sect, walked out of the mountain gate.
Yuan Heming once attended the housewarming banquet of the Fulong Sect, and had a great time chatting with Zhenren Bian at the banquet. The two of them became familiar with each other after going back and forth, and often walked around each other, drank tea and discussed Taoism!
Today, Yuan Heming happened to be a guest at Fulongxian Sect. Hearing that a powerful monk who looked like a boy was coming to cause trouble, he followed Bian Zhenren out to have a look.
The silver-haired boy looked at the two of them, and soon his eyes fell on Bian Zhenren, and he said angrily: "You are the current headmaster of my sect, right? I am the founder of Fulong, why don't you hurry up and lead your disciples? Come and greet me!" Upon hearing this, Bian Zhenren immediately became so angry that his beard trembled with anger.
When the gatekeepers came to complain, they said that the boy had cursed them at the entrance of the mountain gate for being a prodigal, and Bian Zhenren felt angry in his heart; no one would be able to laugh off such a naked insult.
Unexpectedly, in front of him, this person's words became even more rude!
"Shuzi, shut up!"
"Who in Yuquan Mountain doesn't know that the founder of Fulongxian Sect died thousands of years ago..."
"How dare a shameless person come here to deceive us under the name of the Patriarch of our sect? It is an unforgivable crime to insult our ancestors and ancestors!" When he started to scold, Master Bian had already raised a big black iron bell.
Because the aura of the silver-haired boy was obscure and difficult to discern, Master Bian could not determine his true cultivation level, so he did not dare to trust him. The iron bell magic weapon he took out was the last secret of the Fulong Immortal Sect. It was personally refined by Master Fulong during his lifetime. A mountain-holding treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years, the ultimate spiritual weapon, the Wujin Dang Magic Bell!
