Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 89 Sitting on the Purple Golden Lotus (thanks to the leader of "Alston—king")

The eight winds can't move, sitting on a purple golden lotus.

At this moment, Li Mo was sitting quietly by the bonfire, letting the wolf claws that looked like soldiers attack his head, he... He didn't even move a bit.

This scene was so weird, yet so shocking.

Xiao Luyao stared wide-eyed and froze on the spot, unable to believe it.

Amidst the eerie aura, Lang Yejun revealed his real body, he was hanging upside down, his long tail swept across, the wolf's strange pupils suddenly shrank, it was really hard to digest the facts in front of him.

His pair of sharp claws have been sharpened for thousands of blows, and they have even been enlightened by Yinshan Ghost Grandma, which is comparable to human rune weapons.

Over the years, with these claws, Lang Yejun has pierced the chests of many monster hunters.

A few days ago, even that ruthless woman named Yan Zixia ate him with a wolf's claw, blood flowed, and her skin was torn.

But... the boy in front of him actually used his head...

"Aren't you tired!?"

Li Mo's voice slowly sounded in the ruined temple.

At this moment, Lang Yejun had just recovered from the shock just now, his eyes shrank suddenly, and as soon as his thoughts arose, a palm reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"you……"

hum...

Li Mo's palm shook lightly, and a terrifying force surged like an overwhelming force.

Lang Yejun is like a boat that is not tied to the river and the sea, let it be swayed.

In an instant, blood splattered, infecting the ground of the ruined temple.

Lang Yejun flew out like a kite with a broken thread, and hit the altar heavily.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a strong demonic aura rushed out, and Lang Yejun staggered out, dragging out a line of blood.

When he turned back to throw, he found that his right arm had already been separated from his body.

"Weak physical body..."

Li Mo held an arm in his hand, and gradually turned into a wolf's leg in the retreating evil spirit.

"This... this human being..."

Lang Yejun's eyes trembled, and there was a huge wave in his heart.

At this time, he couldn't see that the young man in front of him was a master, and he was the most terrifying existence in this ruined temple.

Sitting cross-legged, he used his head to resist his sharp claws, and even just waved it lightly, and it directly tore his arm apart.

During the thunder and lightning, he didn't even feel the slightest pain.

such speed.

Such power.

……

Not to mention that it is a demon, even Xiao Luyao's scalp is numb when he sees it.

"escape!"

There is only one thought in Lang Yejun's mind, he knows that the young man in front of him is terrifying and has no boundaries, and he has no chance of winning in front of him.

"Ouch..."

There was a long howl, and a strong monster energy rushed out of Lang Yejun's body, turning him into an afterimage, and rushed out of the ruined temple.

At this moment, he knew that the only way to survive was to escape desperately.

"Just bury it here."

Li Mo waved his hand, and a ball of fire burst out from the bonfire, like a meteor from the sky, cutting through the sky, catching up with Lang Yejun with lightning speed, and piercing through his body.

In an instant, Lang Yejun uttered the last "Aww" in the life of a monster. He never dreamed that he would be beheaded at the door of his house, and he was so domineering and cruel, leaving no room for it.

The flames soaring into the sky swallowed Lang Yejun's body in an instant, and the flames billowed, transforming demons and destroying evil spirits.

"Dead...dead..."

Xiao Luyao looked at the wolf demon in the wilderness in the distance, and couldn't believe what she was seeing.

She turned her head in a daze and looked at Li Mo with an extremely strange expression, as if she had reacquainted with the junior in front of her.

"You...you are not at the sixth level of Inner Breathing Realm!?" Xiao Luyao cried out involuntarily.

At Li Mo's age, and hiding in a place like a secluded prison, at the sixth level of inner breath... This is Xiao Luyao's extremely bold speculation.

But at this time, she found that she was still a little conservative after all, and underestimated this secretive junior.

Sitting on the purple golden lotus, beheading the demon ghost with a flick of the finger... It was still a Qilu demon ghost, so understatement, without showing any traces.

This kind of thing, even Xiao Luyao, who has the seventh level of the Inner Breathing Realm, can't do it by herself.

"Could it be...you...you are at the eighth level of the Inner Breath Realm!?"

As soon as Xiao Luyao's words came out of her mouth, she was startled by herself.

A master of the eighth level of inner breath at such an age! ?Came from the Mountain Ghost Academy, but still stayed in the prison as a jailer! ?

This... this is insane.

"It's said that Qi Yu is my number one genius in Luofu Mountain. She's amazingly talented, chasing the black sword..." Xiao Luyao thought to herself, "I'm afraid this is the one..."

At this moment, Xiao Luyao's eyes unexpectedly had a strange brilliance, and her nervous hands clenched even tighter.

She knew that her chance had finally come, that it was a lucky turn of events, and it was right in front of her eyes.

With such talent and strength, there is almost no suspense in passing the assessment of Xuantian Pavilion. If you hold such thighs, you are probably only half a step away from reaching the sky in one step.

"Junior Brother..." Xiao Luyao was in a complicated mood.

She was very glad that she returned to Luofu Mountain at this time, and found him in the prison, and even inquired about the secret of [Sealing Demon Seal] from Xiao Chaoyuan for him.

All of this was destined in the dark.

"Senior Sister Xiao, it's almost dawn... let's go." Li Mo looked at Dongfang's white belly, got up and said.

"Well, I'll listen to you."

Xiao Luyao nodded obediently, and she no longer had the posture of her previous senior sister.

Now she finally understands why Li Mo dared to go to Yinshan alone, it is really a bold person with a high skill.

If she had the talent and strength of Li Mo, she would be more ostentatious than him.

"Let's go."

Li Mo looked at the shadowy mountain in the distance, now, he just wanted to find Yan Zixia as soon as possible.

Ever since he learned the truth about Jiangmo Baoyin, he couldn't feel at peace for a moment. This profound art was too dangerous, and he couldn't let Yan Zixia leave it alone.

The morning sun has not yet appeared, and the moon has not completely disappeared.

Xiao Luyao followed Li Mo's pace and walked towards Yinshan Mountain.

After a long time, the master and apprentice came out from behind the statue.

The ghosts have been eliminated, and the eight thousand Taoists straightened their backs again.

"Master, why didn't you make a move?" Ye Kongming said dejectedly.

"As a master, I am practicing a magical skill, and it has reached a critical juncture. Naturally, I can't just do it casually." Taoist Baqian said inscrutably.

"Master, will you really pass on this magical skill to me after you practice it?" Ye Kongming couldn't help asking.

"Of course, as long as you serve him well as a teacher." Taoist Baqian nodded.

"That person just now was really amazing... he turned out to be a master at the eighth level of the Inner Breathing Realm." Ye Kongming recalled what happened just now, and couldn't help sighing.

After hearing the words, the eight thousand Taoists turned around and looked in the direction where Li Mo was going, their cloudy eyes narrowed slightly.

"Where is he at the eighth level of Inner Breathing Realm..."

"Nine major realms, three inches of spiritual root!!"

A leisurely sigh sounded slowly in the ruined temple, and finally disappeared as the mottled night gradually faded away.

　Thanks to the leader of Alston—king's reward!Come two more first, there will be more tonight!
　
(End of this chapter)