Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 88 Eight Thousand Taoists
In the middle of the moon, the temple is broken in the wilderness.

The rising bonfire spurred the scorched firewood, making a crackling sound, bringing some warmth to the dark and cold temple.

The shattered statue looked hideous in the flickering firelight.

"Junior Brother, there is Yinshan Mountain in front, and that is the territory of Yinshan Ghost Grandma." Xiao Luyao couldn't help saying as he stirred the bonfire with a wooden branch.

Yinshan Jedi, hundreds of miles of dry tombs, and the veins of the earth have long been infected by fierce and sinister aura.

This kind of place is taboo for practitioners, but it is fertile ground for ghosts.

Therefore, even the disciples of Luofu Mountain would not dare to set foot in such a dangerous place rashly.

Xiao Luyao has ventured into Yinshan Mountain many times, but she only dared to wander around the periphery, and all of them invited helpers to advance hand in hand.

Single-handedly, trespassing on the Yin Mountain, only to see bones in the end, full of regret and hard to turn back.

"Senior Sister Xiao, since you know the danger, you should turn around early." Li Mo said casually.

"Even if you don't want to participate in the Xuantian Pavilion assessment with me, you don't have to go to court for death." Xiao Luyao shook her head.

"..."

"It's cold in the Yinshan Mountains, even if it's dead, someone has to collect the corpse."

Xiao Luyao whispered softly, a heavy look appeared on her quiet and beautiful face.

"Sister, you..."

"The first time I ventured into Yinshan Mountain, I was also brought by the senior sister in the door. In the end, I carried her back to Luofu Mountain..." Xiao Luyao looked at the bonfire with a blank expression on her face.

"By the time we returned to the mountain gate, Senior Sister's body was already stiff and cold..."

Li Mo was silent when he heard the words.

Yan Zixia once said that as a demon catcher, no one will die under the minions of demons one day.

In these years, although Li Mo was in a prison, he had seen too many people leave.

Even Shen Yimen had a past that he didn't want to mention.

"Since you become a monster catcher, how can you not see the dead?"

Xiao Luyao murmured softly, she didn't know whether she was speaking to Li Mo or warning herself.

"Since then, I have told myself that I must become very strong... strong enough to be recognized by Xuantian Pavilion." Xiao Luyao clenched her hands subconsciously.

This is her biggest goal, and it is also the obsession in her heart, such as the fire in front of her eyes, which is inexhaustible.

"I've been wandering outside these years, and I've made a lot of progress, but the more I progress, the more I realize that this world is so big... so big that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers..."

While talking, Xiao Luyao looked at Li Mo and couldn't help showing a wry smile.

"I'm afraid you can't imagine that at our age, someone has already stepped into the ninth level of the Inner Breathing Realm."

"Dao Mai Linggen!" Li Mo whispered.

Xiao Luyao's beautiful eyes were full of helplessness, that kind of talent was simply unimaginable, it seemed like the fortune of Zhong Ling who had taken over the world.

At such an age, he has entered the Nine Great Realms.

If she could have such a talent, why would she have to work so hard, even to plan every step of the way to participate in the Xuantian Pavilion assessment! ?
"Senior Sister, everyone has their own destiny, and everyone has their own fate..." Li Mo said softly.

"Little baby, you only have so much morality and deeds, but you dare to speak falsely about fate?"

At this moment, a burst of light laughter came from outside the door.

The laughter continued, the dilapidated wooden door slammed open, and the night wind poured into the ruined temple like a knife, making the bonfire sway under the pressure, making the broken Shen Shen statue behind him even more strange.

Li Mo looked up, and saw a gray-haired old man walking in with a wooden sword on his back, supported by a young man.

"Little baby, it's dark and the road is far away. I don't mind if I ask for a tile to cover myself." The gray-haired old man grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"Whatever." Li Mo said lightly.

The left and right ruined temples are not theirs either.

"Teacher, help me over there."

With the support of the young man, the gray-haired old man sat on the bonfire raised by Li Mo.

In Xiao Luyao's eyes, such a move suddenly gave off a look of displeasure.

"Old man, it seems that you are a monster catcher?" Xiao Luyao glanced at Mu Jian behind the old man, the escape pattern thunder wood, and the evil spirit runes are common things.

"The eyes of the female doll are very poisonous." The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"There are so many spirits and monsters in the barren mountains and wild mountains. If you are in danger, you may still need the protection of the old man."

"Oh? So you are very good?" Xiao Luyao looked him up and down.

"My master catches eight thousand monsters, and is known as the eight thousand Taoists."

Next to him, the young man who had been silent all this time suddenly said sadly.

"Eight thousand!?"

Xiao Luyao was taken aback, even a four-star monster catcher only asked to catch three thousand monsters.

Eight thousand... how strong is this! ?
"Kong Ming, didn't my teacher tell you to keep a low profile as a human being? Don't show off your abilities casually." Taoist Baqian admonished.

Li Mo glanced at it, but didn't speak.

This horse takes honor as its name, and is so low-key! ?

"Unexpectedly, it is a senior expert." Xiao Luyao said in a concentrated voice.

"Predecessors can't talk about being an expert. It is fate to meet by chance, little baby, and I will give you a chance for nothing." Eight thousand Taoists stroked their beards and whispered softly.

"What chance?"

"The old man is currently practicing a magical skill, and it has reached a critical juncture. He needs to raise money, buy treasures, and refine elixir. If you can contribute a little, it will be an immeasurable merit, and you will repay it a hundred times in the future."

While speaking, Taoist Baqian looked at Li Mo and Xiao Luyao.

"Huh!?" Hearing this, Li Mo finally couldn't help looking at Taoist Baqian.

At this moment, he actually had a feeling of deja vu.

Don't say it's him, even Xiao Luyao has a suspicious expression on his face, looking at Taoist Eight Thousand vigilantly.

"What kind of eyes do you have, do you think my master is a liar?" Ye Kongming couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay, it's a pity that there are no monsters here, otherwise, the old man will show his hand and let you juniors know how powerful it is."

Eight thousand Taoists shook their heads and sighed, as if they had infinite regrets.

"Yin Mountain Jedi, there are still people who dare to linger in the dark night."

Suddenly, a long howl suddenly sounded in the wilderness.

The voice was cold and hoarse, as if coming from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, there was a gust of dark wind, like a long knife drawn out of its sheath, and the edge of the knife directly lifted the roof of the ruined temple.

"Ghost!"

Xiao Luyao's complexion changed slightly, and she lost her voice.

As soon as she moved, the eight thousand Taoists had already hid behind the statue, holding the broken incense burner on her head.

"..."

"We can have a good meal tonight."

The sultry voice was getting closer and closer, and the strong demonic aura poured down from the leaky roof like a wind-blown cloud.

"Seven Furnace Ghosts!?" Xiao Luyao's complexion changed suddenly.

"retreat!!"

With a yell, she already opened a distance of several feet.

Facing ghosts of this level, even she has to go all out and dare not be distracted in the slightest.

"Senior brother..."

Xiao Luyao's footing was not stable, and she looked closely, only to find that Li Mo was sitting cross-legged on the spot, not moving.

This kind of reaction dared to venture into Yinshan Mountain! ?

Amidst the eerie aura, a sharp furry claw directly covered Li Mo's head, and the gleaming nails were like knives, and with a slight twist, they could pry open the skull.

Craniotomy and suction of marrow, this is Lang Junye's favorite method of killing.

"Monster, how dare you..." Xiao Luyao became anxious, and flew forward.

In an instant, the sharp claws fell down, twisting Li Mo's head tightly.

However, the crisp and pleasant sound of bone shattering did not resound.

In the ruined temple in the wilderness, Li Mo sat cross-legged, with monster claws on his head, and in the flickering firelight, this scene looked extremely strange.

(End of this chapter)