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

A ray of early sunshine swayed with dark gold luster, reflecting on the dew on the weeds, creating a colorful halo.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a terrible vibration came from the depths of the mountain col, causing smoke and dust to fly everywhere and jackdaws to fly.

The tombstone buried in the mountain showed cracks in the violent fluctuations, and continued to shatter at a speed visible to the naked eye. The white bones hidden under the soil were exposed and turned into powder in an instant.

"Little bastard, your shell is quite hard."

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

An almost roaring voice came from the mountain, revealing domineering and ferociousness.

In the dazzling light of Xuanjin, a huge ghostly turtle looms. It has eternal vitality and naturally knows the secrets. Every time it breathes in, it has immeasurable power.

Corresponding to this, there was a burst of black air, and in the confusion, a mysterious dharma appeared, with three heads and six arms, showing an wrathful image, holding the power of burning and destroying.

Two terrifying scenes violently collided in the mountains filled with corpses. In the diffuse smoke and dust, one black and one white, two young men emerged.

Wang Jiu's body was filled with energy, and there seemed to be stars moving in his eyes. In an instant, his longevity was like fire, burning into shocking waves.

Since the Demon Punishment Division escaped from trouble, Wang Jiu's [Shou Yuan Wuji Kung Fu] has become even more advanced. He can absorb the vitality from all directions and circulate the Shou Yuan Wuji. With such power, he has the appearance of a great demon.

Facing Wang Jiu like this, the dark-skinned young man was not afraid at all. He chanted a mantra in his mouth, and the divine power descended. His mane stood up, as if he was attacking with a magical weapon. He was about to destroy billions of golden lights and destroy the virtual image of the turtle.

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"Canopy canopy, nine yuan evil boy."

"Wuding Dusi, Gao Diao Beiweng."

"Seven political affairs and eight spiritual beings, the most powerful and evil."

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At this moment, a scornful voice suddenly rose from the mountain, revealing a void that was hard to find.

"Owner!"

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

At the same time, the dark-skinned young man also narrowed his eyes, following the direction of the void voice, thoughtfully.

He was too familiar with such strange fluctuations.

This is the power of the [North Emperor Shangyuan Tianpeng Great Divine Curse], which uses spiritual words to incite the supreme and mysterious method, like gods and demons joining in, thus producing all kinds of incredible changes and gaining fierce power.

"Is the master practicing Xuan Gong!?"

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

With his current level of cultivation, he can naturally see that a vague and non-existent phenomenon rises from the deep mountains into the sky. In a trance, there is a giant claw of a monster, with clear scales, towering and terrifying, and the swing is unparalleled.

It was so fierce that one could even hear the faint roar of dragons.

"Magic dragon!?" The dark-skinned young man lowered his eyes, feeling deep fear in his heart.

At this moment, he only felt that deep in the mountains, but like a cold pool, there was an unknown terrifying giant beast hiding. Its fangs were first exposed, and it was frightening all directions, making him lose control of his mind and find it difficult to control himself.

"What a mysterious skill...it can actually make the dragon-capturing hand undergo such a change..."

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 diffuse smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a heavy breath came from the mountain.

Wang Jiu and the dark-skinned young man were both stunned and couldn't help but look at each other.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mo walked out, wearing simple civilian clothes, but there was a trace of mysterious energy wrapped around him, which was fleeting.

"Something is different!?"

Wang Jiu's eyes flashed with golden light. 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 mysterious skill is indeed 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-maned boar demon he released.

Since that night, Li Mo began to study and practice the [Northern Emperor Shangyuan Tianpeng Great God Mantra]. He found that this mysterious skill can trigger the underworld by reciting secret mantras, visualizing gestures, etc.

The blessing of strength is like divine help.

Different people receive different blessings and experience different changes.

This kind of blessing is almost omnipotent. It can change the physical body, improve cultivation, and even cause incredible changes in moves... and even weapons.

Just after Li Mo's small test, his dragon-capturing hand had undergone earth-shaking changes, and his power was incomparable.

"This mysterious skill is wonderful, but it also carries great risks." Li Mo had a general understanding in his mind.

The power of Beidi's Shangyuan Tianpeng Great Divine Curse is extremely overbearing. If one's mind is unstable or his body is weak, he may be dominated by this underworld power and even be swallowed up.

This Xuan Gong is about tempering one's body with the help of external forces. Once you have mastered the Tao, you have to give up this method.

To put it bluntly, the blessings from the underworld are fake, but enlightenment is the real thing.

This is what is called using falsehood to cultivate truth.

This is the true method of cultivation.

"Gang Hyena..."

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

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

At first, this pig demon felt awkward...after all, it was just cracked...it was just cracked...it was easy for people to misunderstand it.

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

"Owner……"

"Although this mysterious skill you have acquired is powerful, it is more important to train your mind. You should practice diligently, but you must not get lost in it..." Li Mo warned solemnly.

"I took note of it." Zhu Ganghe nodded heavily.

"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 if you occasionally spar."

There are countless tombs buried in this mountain. If these two monsters really got angry, wouldn't they level the mountain?

It would be bad if Uncle Ma, who was guarding the tomb at the foot of the mountain, was frightened.

If he was frightened to death, it would be even worse. Li Mo still hadn't figured out the recipe for that pot of old soup.

What's more, this is the eastern suburbs of the capital. If there is too much noise and attracts the attention of the city's experts, it will be extremely bad.

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

Wang Jiu and Zhu Ganghei glanced at each other, their eyes met, as if there was a burst of fire, and they both caught a hint of unruliness in each other's eyes.

Li Mo saw it but didn't say much.

Although these released demons and ghosts have awakened to mystical skills, their achievements behind closed doors are limited. Learning from each other and confirming each other can make their cultivation progress by leaps and bounds.

When we were in Luofu Mountain, the monkey and the three-eyed man, the big bird and the big snake, the black cat and the golden scale, the waste baby... there was no waste baby... they all often competed with each other, and the battle never ended.

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

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

The fragrant and delicious bone soup, sprinkled with chopped green onions, served with hot sesame cakes, and two large pieces of meat stewed until tender...it starts a wonderful day.

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

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

"How about you go to the city and set up a stall, I'll pay for it, and we can become a partnership." Li Mo suggested.

"You are probably thinking about my old soup and recipe."

Uncle Ma glared at Li Mo.

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

Li Mo laughed, raised the bowl, covered his face... and drank all the soup in the bowl.

"This pot of old soup still lacks flavor... When I really cook it, I will give it to you..."

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

"How does it feel to have shortcomings? If everything is so on point, what else is missing?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Good soup is brewed over time..."

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

Li Mo looked at the lonely figure, but said nothing more. After eating and drinking, he went into the city.
To be continued...