The demons and ghosts in the world are like clouds, how can they be like knowing the number of sands in the eternal sea?

Li Mo has been practicing in Luofu Mountain for eighteen years. He has seen many pig demons and has also read about them in ancient books, but he has never seen such a special pig demon.

The misty evil energy gathers into a pill, a bit of pure Yang is like nirvana, how can one know what monster is in the prison, the North Pole Xuantian Star Doucan.

Li Mo had only seen such a pig demon in his life, especially the slightly hesitant look in his eyes, with a hint of rebelliousness in the flicker, and his eyes facing each other, as if there was a feeling in the dark, which actually made Li Mo unbearable.

Stop itching your hands.

The immortal caressed my head, opened the heavenly spirit with his bare hands... and released the living beings.

Speaking of which, Li Mo hasn't released any demons for a while.

Adhering to the concept that God has the virtue of good life, the demons and ghosts that Li Mo sent away were all peaceful, and the demons and ghosts that were successfully released were also very happy.

As soon as Li Mochu arrived in the capital, he was interested in such a great meritorious undertaking.

However, that pig demon was actually a demon escorted by Xuantian Pavilion [Hongmen]. Now that the people who were escorting him were right in front of him, he could only lament that he had missed it.

"Cruel God, damn pig monster."

Li Mo murmured softly, and with a movement of his body, he was already a hundred feet away as if transforming into the wind.

"Brother Dao..."

Ling Jisheng reacted immediately and called again, but Li Mo had disappeared into the vast night.

"What a handsome body."

"Senior brother, can you tell where he came from?" Qi Xiaoxiao looked at the direction in which Li Mo was fleeing and couldn't help but ask.

"I can't tell." Ling Jisheng frowned.

Li Mo only made two moves just now.

Killing the withered bone wolf monster, his body moved like a furious sword light, and the former's body and head were separated. Such domineering and fierce behavior made Ling Jisheng understand the secret. It seemed that at that moment, Li Mo was a thief, with a sword.

The awn is out of its sheath, and its sharp edge is killing, but it is already better than all mystical skills.

"This man's essence, energy and spirit have been smelted in a furnace, and he has achieved great success in mystical skills. He has reached the ultimate level, and there is no trace left." Ling Jisheng said in a deep voice.

He once heard a senior fellow from [Hongmen] say that once some people practice martial arts and reach the state of transformation, they can no longer stick to one move or another, their movements will have charm, and their thoughts will suddenly arise, and they will kill.

For such a person, you cannot see the methods of cultivation.

As for the second move...

Ling Jisheng's eyes narrowed slightly. Thinking of the scene just now, his heavy face couldn't help but tremble.

"The inner breath transforms into a river, and the waves of thousands of miles suppress the demons... This is the image of a great river shaking a mountain."

When the inner breath has been cultivated to such a state, it rolls like a river and sea, and its momentum is like a shaking mountain. Heaven and man understand it, and mystical cultivation has created a very high state.

Ling Jisheng never dreamed that he would meet such an incredible young master in this wilderness.

You know, the other person seems to be two years younger than him.

"The world is vast... there are such monsters outside the capital."

Ling Jisheng whispered softly and looked at the direction Li Mo was leaving, pointing directly at the capital.

"Senior brother, do you think he... could be the seed of new recruits recruited into the museum this time?" Qi Xiaoxiao couldn't help but guess.

In Wangxuan City, a total of sixty-six people passed the selection list, and with the additional bonus quotas, a total of seventy-five seeds were selected.

Logically speaking, the 75th Congress should arrive in the capital within these two days.

"No..." Ling Jisheng was determined, his eyes shining with the light of wisdom.

"If it were the Seventy-Fifth Great Seed, he would never appear alone in this wilderness..."

As a new disciple recruited by Xuantian Pavilion, the imperial court has already made arrangements at the inn in front of him, with food, clothing, housing and transportation all available. How could he sleep in the open and end up here?

"What's more... if this person is really a new disciple, he must have a background like Martial Arts Mountain or Tianchan Mountain... Such a person will not live in the wilderness."

"What senior brother said is absolutely true." Qi Xiaoxiao was completely convinced, with a look of conviction on her pretty face.

What she admired most was Ling Jisheng's calm mind and profound wisdom.

"And just now..."

Ling Jisheng couldn't help but look at the cage not far away. There was a ferocity hidden in the inner breath just now, which actually suppressed the frightening power of this pig demon.

This kind of person is like a demon, and cannot be trained by ordinary monasteries.

"Let's go, maybe we can meet him again when we get to the capital."

Ling Jisheng looked at the people and horses arriving not far away, shook his head, and went to greet them.

The urgent need now is to escort the pig demon to Beijing.

…

The morning light was slightly dewed, and a ray of early sunshine shone through, reflecting on the ancient mottled city walls.

Daqian was founded for three thousand years. This ancient city has experienced countless turmoils and still stands firm.

Nine hundred years ago, Shenzong destroyed the law and rebuilt the capital city wall, using the veins of the Tianxia Mountain Gate and the bones of the mountain demons and ghosts as the foundation.

From then on, this high wall added a touch of imperial power and hegemony.

As time goes by and history rolls by, even Taoist monks and demons and ghosts still have to worship in front of this barrier in the world of mortals, with one part awe in their hearts and one part fear in their bodies.

"I'm not Li Mo... I'm Shang Xujian."

At this moment, shouting started in front of a carriage, attracting everyone's attention.

A group of soldiers, holding weapons and weapons, seemed to be stopping a car to question him.

"What Shangxu Sword? Stand aside..."

"I'm not Li Mo, I'm Hong Xiaofu..."

The next moment, another shouting sounded.

"Hong Xiaofu, you also stand over."

A cold voice echoed in front of the city gate. In the passage next to him, Li Mo looked at the scene in front of him, curled his lips, and turned to Feng Wannian behind him.

"You are so awesome. How did you know that we would definitely be stopped and interrogated?"

"You showed off your face in Wangxuan City. Seventy-five years ago, you deserved to be number one. However, the person ranked second is just unconvinced..." Feng Wannian sneered.

That night, Li Mo left his name and changed his seal on the hanging list, which made the five major mountain gates break their seals and bow their heads. He was the well-deserved number one.

Faced with such a result, the Five Mountain Gates would naturally not approve it.

A battle of spiritual senses and a contest of wills is ultimately a small road. Only a fair fight can demonstrate one's cultivation.

Therefore, with the intentional interference of the Five Mountain Gates, the battle that night became downplayed, public opinion was quickly suppressed, and even the facts became vague.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What can overwhelm the five major mountain gates...

Who saw it?

Who saw it?

Leaving his name on the list of the five major mountain sects gave a glimmer of hope to other mountain sect disciples. Even Li Mo's name in Luofu Mountain was deliberately mentioned without any trace.

"This horse-riding team hired a navy..." Li Mo couldn't wait to shout "Come on."

"What do you mean?" Feng Wannian didn't understand what he meant.

"It's just shameless." Li Mo said solemnly.

"The five major mountain sects have huge power in the capital and are intertwined. Although their reputation has been obscured, when you first enter the capital, I have to give you a warning to let you know how powerful you are." Feng Wannian looked at the car frame being inspected in the distance.

Can't help but sneer.

"Are Xiaofu and the others okay?"

"It's okay. Senior Chen is from Xuantian Pavilion, so it's just a little troublesome at best." Feng Wannian said calmly.

“Appetizers, they don’t overdo it.”

"Old Feng, you have a lot of connections and you see things thoroughly." Li Mo couldn't help but say.

"That's all these people can do." Feng Wanqing said with a smile.

"They are bullying me in the capital. I have no foundation or background..."

Li Mo curled his lips and couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems like I have to keep a low profile."

Li Mo's way of survival is to hibernate every time he encounters a new environment, keep a low profile and be patient, so that no one will notice.

In fact, Wudashanmen doesn't want him to be noticed now.

"No foundation? No background?"

Feng Wancheng sneered, looking at the shouting soldiers in the distance, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"
To be continued...