In the Water Curtain Cave, gray fluid continued to escape outwards, but the sound of fighting became more and more intense.
It even covered up the sound of water falling on the lake.
Lin Mo said nothing. "As expected of Dao Brother Beiming." After a few breaths, he said softly.
That was exactly what he wanted to ask. After all, the inheritance of the Ten Immortals that he has cultivated are these two.
Is there something special about this lineage of soul hunters?"
"In the inheritance of the Ten Immortals, every sect is special, but when it comes to ranking, the soul-hunting and dead-soul lineage is indeed the most evil sect." Taoist Beiming thought for a while, and the fish cheeks on his cheeks swayed slightly. I don’t know where you got the Dead Soul Technique, but you should have experienced it. The process of practicing...
It is very dangerous but the spell is very lethal, and as time goes by, more and more dead souls are captured... and the growth rate is explosive...
"I've heard that when the Dead Soul Art goes deep into the soul, the more the dead soul is condensed, the easier it will be to transform into a dead soul.
Lin Mo replied.
Everything has a price. If you want to gain strength far beyond ordinary people, you will naturally have to endure unimaginable suffering.
That's fair enough.
not only that. Taoist Beiming said, "Let me tell you, Qian Yu Realm shook his head and said, "It's a secret, any inheritance of ten immortals, there is only one true immortal, and this is the case from the beginning to the end."
From beginning to end, one person?" Yes, in the long history of time, there are earthly immortals, seven tribulations, and even eight tribulations and nine tribulations, but true immortals, any of the ten immortals inherit, there is only one person, and there are always ten people in Qianyu Realm, just like a giant The branches on the tree can only carry one fruit
No matter how talented you are, no matter how stunningly talented you are, if you want to become a true immortal, there is only one end. However, the soul hunting lineage is even more cruel...
Taoist Beiming looked solemn, "It is rumored that the easiest way to avoid turning into a dead soul is to fight among the same kind and inherit the dead souls of others. This leads to the stronger the dead soul lineage, the rarer the number. According to me You know, none of the Dao Ancestor-level bosses who clearly exist in the Ten Immortals inheritance... It seems that there is an invisible hand hiding in the dark, silently hunting.
Lin Mo sat on the stone bench, looking away from the stone cicada in his hand, thoughtfully.
Seeing this, Taoist Beiming shook his head, "Of course, this is just a guess, but there are advantages, that is, the dead soul hunter lineage. As you think, it does not need an object of inheritance, only the dead soul condensed by itself." This is the strength of the dead soul. The higher the quality, the stronger the spell will naturally be.
"Understood, I will be careful, thank you Dao Brother Beiming." Lin Mo turned around and said seriously.
"We each get what we need, and I will try my best to cooperate with you. I hope you will do the same," Taoist Beiming said calmly.
Time will tell us the answer. Lin Mo replied, "Of course, if possible, I hope we can cooperate more closely. This will be good for both you and me.
Taoist Beiming didn't speak, and slowly returned to his original posture and closed his eyes again.
Lin Mo glanced at the person in front of him, took two steps forward, and raised his hand slightly.
Thin brown tree roots stretched out from the fingertips like snakes, and gently landed on the former after a few breaths.
The stone cicada flapped its wings and returned to the dome above the cave.
Squeak, squeak.
Circles of gray ripples rippled in the cheerful chirping.
Everything around him quickly turned to stone and turned into statues.
Feeling that the other person's breath returned to silence at the end, Lin Mo raised his hand, and the roots on his hand broke spontaneously and fell on him,
He carefully picked up all the old roots on the stone statue, blew the dust off, then turned around and walked out of the Water Curtain Cave.
He understood that Taoist Beiming didn't really trust him, just as he didn't trust him either.
However, at his level, the desire and need for outside friendship is not as strong as it was when he was young.
It is enough for everything in the world to be used for his own use. If he is obedient, Lin Mo will not mind letting him live in the future. If he is not obedient, he will eat it casually and will not waste it. Walking in the courtyard, the original noisy crying and fighting sounds are unknown. As the weather faded, only a faint smell of saltpeter remained in the air.
In addition, the brightly lit long street outside the house tells the story of the tranquility not long ago.
"No, it can't be? You said that the government granary in the city was burned down last night? I don't believe it!
"Hey, you still don't believe it! There was such a big movement last night. Didn't you see it? The fighting was so vigorous. The rest of the street was fine. The only ones that suffered were the granaries. Don't you understand?
"Oh no, there are Zhenjun-level bosses guarding the granary day and night. I want to ask why something happened?
What about the True Lord? Half the street in the south of the city was destroyed by the bombing, so the True Lord is not a human being? He will not die?
If you tell me, you won’t believe me. The brother-in-law of my neighbor’s seventh aunt and eighth aunt’s son-in-law is Zhou Shengjun. Although people from the government kept secret about what happened last night, they told us privately that it’s best to stock up on more food during this period. ...
On the first floor of a hotel called Yuelai Inn in the north of Yixiang City in Wanyicheng City.
In the hall, there are all guests having morning tea. The servants carrying steamers and big bowls are walking between the back hall and the lobby with small steps.
The steaming noodles and the aroma of braised bean juice steaming in the air make you want to eat.
However, most of the people in the lobby had no intention of paying attention to the food. They all pricked up their ears and listened to those who claimed to be well-informed talking about current affairs.
From time to time, he showed a worried expression, "You are confusing the public with your words! Why don't you talk to your seventh aunt and eighth aunt? The government side posted a notice at the Yamen of Yifo City half an hour ago saying that last night Those who caused trouble for the Ming Cult did burn down the granary, but they were discovered and put out in time, and everything was fine in the end. If you people make up nonsense, you will be arrested and thrown into the Yamen!" There was a sword on his back in the corner, with a long hair. The man with an upright face stood up and shouted loudly.
You're the one who is deceiving the public with your monstrous words!" The person who originally spoke was a young man, dressed as a scholar. When he saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, his face suddenly turned red. Do you know what caused the fire last night? That was the Ou Zhi family. The mysterious gunpowder uses black oil! It is impossible to extinguish such a fire with water. It can only be extinguished by covering it with heavy sand. How can it be so easy to extinguish it?
The young man said and pointed outside the store, "Forget it if you don't believe it. Anyway, that's all I'm saying. Those granaries were originally used to stabilize the excessively high food prices. Now that they are gone, even if there are no people hoarding food, The price will inevitably rise. After a while, you can see if there is any food for sale!"
Huanxuan gunpowder, you really think I don’t know anything about it, right? That thing is a real forbidden object. If it is discovered, it means confiscating the family and exterminating the clan! Even the government does not have it. You can explain it, and you can’t even brag..." The man originally had a serious look on his face. , after hearing this, he smiled and shook his head, just..."
I can testify to this, Xuan Gunpowder is not easy to handle even for people in the imperial court.
Sure enough, the man's words attracted many people to echo him.
"You...you..." The young man hesitated many times, his fair face turned as red as pig liver, and finally he picked up the soy juice in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. He put the bowl down, got up and left.
If you don’t believe it, forget it. If you don’t believe it, forget it. You’d better not buy food. I’ll buy it myself!
The young man cursed as he walked.
After walking a few steps, he glanced hard at the strong man in the corner and said, "I'll be happy with you in the future!"
As he spoke, he prepared to walk out of the door angrily.
However, as soon as one foot stepped out, the whole person was immediately cuffed.
Four or five men in armor jumped out of the door and suppressed the young man like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
In a blink of an eye, it’s Zhou Shengjun who is actually fabricating rumors about you to confuse people? Tell me! Who instigated you?" One of the men said in a deep voice.
"Let me go, I didn't! I'm telling the truth!" The young man shouted and glanced back.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was dragged away from the inn.
The people in the lobby looked at each other in shock when they saw this scene.
Only the man in the corner couldn't help laughing, picked up a bottle of wine, and drank heavily.
I'm just going to say that this hairless guy is talking nonsense, right? He still has gunpowder and the granary was burned. He really has a hairless mouth and can't do his job well. Were you arrested now?
He shook his head as he spoke and continued to drink wine one sip after another.
However, what he didn't notice was that many people quietly
They left quietly. It seemed that the group of people was quite useful. Sure enough, they didn't do anything wrong. Now that the water was muddy, we could use the wine table in the other corner.
Several men and women dressed in black robes, with dull faces and slightly pale skin, who looked like Hanzhou people, were sitting at the wine table having morning tea. The man who just spoke took a few pieces of stewed stew and tasted it, and then picked up the tofu pudding in front of him. I took a sip and just tasted it, and I felt something was wrong. The sweet and greasy feeling made me dizzy. I picked up the soy sauce on the table, poured half the bottle, took a sip, and then my complexion became more relaxed.
Four: "In fact, you don't need to spend so much effort, sir, or even need you to take action. I can actually solve that person by myself. This mission is very important, sir. I am here to help you just to be on the safe side, and that person is not good." Deal with it, and now the good guys praise him as the number one master in Huaizhou."
Among the people, a woman with thick lips shook her head.
This is also the reason why Your Excellency transferred me and others from Chongbei. That man was very rebellious, and several good invitations were rejected. "
He added another sentence.
I naturally know the importance of this person to you, otherwise you wouldn't be willing to keep my true spirit alive. "The man said calmly.
Just the number one master in Huaizhou? In a small and remote state like Luchen, what's the use of the number one master...? He shook his head slightly.
But before he finished speaking, a look of pain appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but lower his head.
What’s wrong? Can’t bear it anymore?” Another companion saw this and couldn’t help but say something.
After two breaths, the man raised his head, his face still expressionless.
"It's okay, but the God-Eating Insect grew a little too fast, much faster than I imagined. I originally thought it could last for a while, but I didn't expect it was almost over. It is indeed the God-Eating Insect in the rumors.
He sighed softly: "Fortunately, these are the last few people, and we have enough time.
Yes, finally the last few people and the rest also sighed.
During this time, they were running around killing people and eliminating targets everywhere.
Those people are not as powerful as the target this time, but they are separated and hidden in various places, and it is difficult to find traces. Therefore, it is effortless but troublesome, and it is very difficult to deal with.
However, this person is indeed somewhat extraordinary. He is also a person who cultivates the inheritance of our world. He is different from the people we met before. In just a few years, he reached the level of Netherworld.
This kind of person must be favored by luck in this world, and it is speculated that there may be a hidden method. Don't take the last few steps to do nothing, and fall short of the success. "The woman from before whispered.
However, the man who had eaten the tofu pudding voraciously did not answer for two or three seconds. After finishing the bowl of tofu pudding, he picked up the last stewed tofu and threw his chopsticks on the table.
Whether he has something to hide or whether he has a trump card, it doesn’t matter. Let’s go, put the scent away first, and then everything will be settled with the scent..."
Several people looked at each other and then slowly stood up together.
Yes, actually, the aroma is more important than the person.
That is the real key, the truly important part of this major event and cannot be missed.
In contrast, the former is just that person's personal matter.
These people just take the initiative to help in order to gain favors and meet their own needs.
"Blood... seems to be okay?
Outside Wanyi City, in a hill near Wangu Forest, a gentle murmur sounded in the mountain. This was an extremely narrow and steep mountain road that stretched between the mountains.
The rough wall was less than the width of an adult's feet together. From time to time, gravel slid down from the overgrown weeds, and finally fell into the cliff behind it, into the thousands-foot-deep abyss.
Trapped in the white mist of the mountain, there is no trace.
In the past, only those who had been collecting ginseng and medicinal herbs for generations had the courage and need to come here in this kind of place. Ordinary people, even masters, were not willing to come to such places.
The first is that it is meaningless, and the second is that once it falls into the cliff on the side behind it, even the master will not be able to please him.
But at this moment, a man in black robes stood on the mountain road.
He is tall and burly, with thick shoulders like mountains, and his skin is
Pale, with a large string of red rosary beads on his exposed wrist.
Standing on the mountain road, looking down at the valley below, holding a roll of leather paper in his hand to record something, his body was clearly tilted, letting the mountain wind blow by, but he was as steady as Mount Tai, motionless.
This person is naturally Lin Mo.
After communicating with Taoist Beiming that night, he had many ideas in his mind. He then spent several days discussing with him many times before finally formulating two or three experimental plans that seemed feasible.
In the city, it is naturally not suitable for experiments. After all, using Dao-based objects to cast spells at Lin Mo's current level, regardless of whether it will humanize, the simple power is enough to affect an area of the city.
As for the cover, it was even more difficult. Since the fire that night, Wanyicheng had many more masters. As far as Lin Mo knew, there were even several great sages.
Therefore, going out to find a remote place to experiment has become the best choice.
