Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 11 Perfect Realm
clang clang...

On Luofu Mountain, the bell rang loudly, as heavy as gold and stone colliding, revealing a trace of haste.

The demon broke into the mountain gate and even killed a disciple, and even Shen Yimen was seriously injured.

This is a big event.

There are masters out of the door, patrolling the mountains and hunting monsters, busy until the middle of the night, and finally find nothing.

There was such a big commotion in Luofu Mountain, but all the ghosts with brains have already fled far away, how could they still stay at the mountain gate, waiting for the masters to come and hunt them down! ?
"It's a pity, Junior Sister Lin, I can no longer enjoy chrysanthemums with her."

"What a wonderful girl, I dare say that Junior Sister Lin's xiao technique is actually the best in Luofu Mountain...it has become the best ever since then."

"Senior Sister Lin is always so tolerant of my younger brother, but my younger brother always talks back..."

Lin Xihua's death caused quite a stir.

……

The full moon falls to the west, and the lonely and cold back mountain.

A few jackdaws flew up and landed on the dead leaves and branches, scanning the movement in the dark night with their bright eyes.

Suddenly, there was a sound of slow footsteps, crushing the dry pine branches.

"Your seat, that earthy Pixiu has already run away, what are you doing here?"

Shen Yimen's weak voice sounded in the dark night.

His face was pale, and he was clutching his lower abdomen, the wound had already been treated clean.

The powerful vitality of the fifth layer of the inner breathing environment, combined with the special muscle regeneration pill made by [Shanguiyuan], allowed him to recover his mobility in the shortest possible time.

At this moment, he was following a middle-aged man with a respectful expression.

"Is it here?"

Under the moonlight, the middle-aged man shook the gourd in his hand, his eyes were bleary, he raised his head and took a swig.

Lie Lie's toga fluttered with the wind, revealing the [Four Stars] mark on the corner of the clothes.

As the deputy head of [Mountain Ghost Academy], Xiao Chaoyuan not only has the cultivation level of [Ninth Level of Inner Breathing Realm], but also has the status of [Four-Star Demon Catcher].

According to the rules set by the Xuantian Pavilion, only three thousand ghosts can be captured to be granted a four-star rank.

Looking at Luofu Mountain, a monster catcher of this level can only count on two hands.

"Your seat, it's here."

The corners of Shen Yimen's eyes twitched, and his heart ached.

On the open ground, there are only scattered branches and leaves, and scattered gravel.

Other than that, nothing else.

"This is so interesting..."

Xiao Chaoyuan put down the wine gourd, narrowed his eyes slightly: "That earthy Pixiu didn't leave the mountain gate."

"What? The seat means that the evildoer didn't run away?" Shen Yimen's eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief.

After making such a big commotion, this evildoer didn't run away, is his mind broken?

"It should be dead."

Xiao Chaoyuan shook the wine gourd in his hand, hearing the sound seemed to be bottoming out.

Shen Yimen was startled, his expression became strange.

He has personally experienced the method of that earthy brave. It is fierce and strange, at least into the realm of six furnaces.

How can a ghost of this level die as soon as he wants to die! ?
"Sir, are you kidding me?"

rumbling...

Xiao Chaoyuan didn't say much.

Suddenly, a terrible breath gushed out from his body, like a frightened bird penetrating the sun, cutting things across.

In an instant, the ground trembled, all the sand and stones were gone, and the invisible force punched the ground like a heavy punch to create a big hole.

"Is this the power of cultivating the spiritual root of Dao Meridian?" Shen Yimen was in awe, and there was a look of envy in his eyes.

The spiritual root of the Dao vein has nine layers of internal breath, and when the mind moves, it has the power to ascend and subdue demons.

Inside the pit, a dark red bloodstain emerged, exuding a strong demonic aura.

"This is……"

"The evildoer was seriously injured, and with just one move, he was in a dilemma, and he had no strength to fight back."

Xiao Chaoyuan's eyes were slightly condensed, and a flash of splendor flashed across them.

This kind of strength is enough to attract the attention of the deputy head of the [Shanguiyuan].

"Just one move!?" Shen Yimen's neck shrank subconsciously.

Tu Pixiu is already a six furnace ghost, and he can be killed with just one move?

What a tyrannical cultivation level this requires! ?

"Seat, how did you see it?" Shen Yimen couldn't help asking.

hum...

As soon as the words fell, the mountain wind was blowing, as if the river waves were frantic, the big bluestone next to it split open suddenly, and a neat crack cut it off in the middle.

"This... this is..." Shen Yimen's eyes widened, and he took two steps back subconsciously.

A burst of terrifying sword energy remained in the gap on the bluestone, ferocious and frightening, and there was a soft moan and tremor among the drums, which shocked the jackdaws into the distance.

"What a domineering sword intent!" Xiao Chaoyuan's eyes suddenly sank.

Half a day has passed, and there is still sword energy remaining, which has not subsided.

"Your seat, that earthy brave is really dead!" Shen Yimen gulped.

With swordsmanship cultivated to this level, beheading a Liulu demon ghost is like picking something out of a bag.

That earthy brave is fierce and domineering in front of him, but in front of that master, I'm afraid it is really just a mouse.

"This person's cultivation has at least reached the eighth level of the Inner Breathing Realm." Xiao Chaoyuan's expression was dignified, and his thoughts were uncertain.

After Shenzong's extermination of dharma, the world's kung fu has withered, and it seems that Luofu Mountain can't find a few people who can practice swordsmanship to this level.

Figures flashed across Xiao Chaoyuan's mind, but were quickly denied.

In the end, he couldn't find anyone who met the requirements.

"On the seat..."

"Keep quiet about this."

Xiao Chaoyuan looked solemn, looking at the cracked bluestone, a cloud of suspicion rose in his heart.

"Who on earth is it?"

As the mountain wind whistled, Xiao Chaoyuan raised the gourd in his hand and splashed it lightly. The smell of wine rose to the sky, like the light of a knife, and crushed the cracked bluestone into ashes.

Shen Yimen was dumbfounded by such means.

When he came back to his senses, Xiao Chaoyuan had already staggered and left the back mountain.

……

Tonight is destined to be restless.

When Lin Xihua died, she took away the thoughts of many senior brothers and sisters.

After hearing all kinds of rumors about this senior sister, Li Mo felt a feeling of resentment for seeing each other later.

"Why didn't I know this kind of strange woman earlier." Feng Wannian slapped her thigh, like a great regret in life.

"Don't be sad." Li Mo comforted.

"As long as a man has money, there will be Pan Jinlian everywhere."

"Huh!?" Feng Wannian asked suspiciously, "Who is Pan Jinlian?"

"It's also a strange woman, her husband sells cooking cakes."

Hearing this, Feng Wannian was stunned, and his eyes were wrong when he looked at Li Mo. '

"I never expected that you would like someone with a master."

"My mother, what are you talking about? It's a crime." Li Mo was heartbroken when he heard it, and turned around.

This topic can be talked all night, he has more important things to do.

Back at the residence, Li Mo closed the door tightly and took out the golden Danjie stone.

"Senior Sister Lin, you will not die in vain."

Li Mo swallowed the golden alchemy stone into his stomach, and used the [Zhou Tian Mayfly Art] to refine it.

The domineering kung fu melted the danjie stone in an instant, and the majestic medicinal power poured into the eight extraordinary meridians like a river bursting its embankment.

The 94 internal breaths are like a entrenched dragon, suddenly boiling.

A golden elixir is swallowed into the stomach, and the turtle and snake face each other to cultivate the ancestor of life.

In an instant, Li Mo's physical body was shaken, the strong medicinal property caused the fission of the inner breath, and the terrifying power stirred in his dantian.

96 internal breaths.

The eight veins are clear, and the inner breath is full!

At this moment, Li Mo finally stepped into the realm of the eightfold perfection of inner breath.

(End of this chapter)