Lingxiao Mountain.

After a period of rescue and the consolidation of Li Renlong, natural and man-made disasters have gradually stopped.

At present, nearly a week has passed since the affairs of the Centaur Clan, and the Pseudo-Heavenly Court of the Cricket Clan is still in preparation.

All of a sudden, the Quartet came to congratulate.

The Heavenly Court of the Cricket Clan has gathered so many big forces in Kyushu, except for the hostile forces of the Nightmare Clan and the Jiuli Tribe. Some forces that want to remain neutral have come to congratulate them.

The Cricket tribe seems to have forgotten about the Jiuli tribe, so the Jiuli tribe has entered a short period of peace.

But the high-level leaders of the Jiuli tribe and the elders of Lingxiao Mountain all knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

The storm is coming, wait until the storm does fall. It is the chaos in the world, and the lives are ruined.

Li Mo inside Lingxiao Mountain was still trapped in the closed stone altar. Even Li Mo didn't know how long he had been here.

Li Mo only knew that he had grown stubble before. Now it has floated to the waist, and even a wisp of black beard is already mixed with a trace of white beard.

Li Mo was a little anxious, because Li Mo didn't know what was going on in the outside world.

Did the Heavenly Court of the Cricket Tribes attack the Jiuli Tribe? Ah Gong, how are they, defeated?

Jin Qiaoxin, Feng Yuwei, Chi You, Fat Ball, Ah Tu, Dongfang Yibai......

There are so many people that Li Mo wants to worry about, and Li Mo is a little panicked.

"Hey! Jiuli Ancestor, let me out! ”

"The Jiuli tribe is about to fight! I just can't get Lingxiao Mountain, I can't be the master of Lingxiao Mountain, and I have to be let out. I'm going to war! ”

“……”

I don't know how many springs and autumns and winters, no matter how heart-rending Li Mo screams. There was not the slightest movement outside the secret room, and the consciousness left by Jiuli seemed to have dissipated, and he never came out again.

Gradually, Li Mo's forehead began to wrinkle. The beard began to turn pale, and even the waist that was once as straight as a long sword and would rather bend than bend was defeated by the years, and gradually began to bend.

However, now Li Mo is not as panicked as before, and even took out some jade slips from the storage bag from time to time and looked at them carefully.

In the past, Li Mo accepted a lot of exercises from the library pavilion, and some of them were written down with Ming Soul Technique. Some are recorded in jade slips.

But that was just a search, Li Mo didn't go to understand and learn. Now that he has time, Li Mo also held his heart down and studied the exercises well.

"You're not in a hurry?"

On this day, the voice that had disappeared for I don't know how many years sounded again.

Even after so many years, this voice is still not unfamiliar to Li Mo. After all, it is the consciousness of this voice that has shut itself up for so many years.

Li Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the jade slip in his hand and grinning, "If you care, you just spent the first few years here." Because he was afraid that the Pseudo-Heavenly Court of the Cricket Clan would attack the Jiuli tribe, he was afraid that the people he cared about would die like this. So I panicked, and now I finally realize that it has not been easy for my grandfather over the years. ”

"I've only been panicking for a few years? He had been panicking for the stability of the Jiuli tribe all his life, and even caused his cultivation to break through the Heavenly God Realm. ”

"Oh? The powerhouses of the Earth Immortal Realm have lived for thousands of years, and you can grow old like this, and you can't do it without seven or eight hundred years later. Aren't you afraid? ”

Jiu Li's consciousness asked with interest, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Panic? If you panic, you should be the most panicked, right? ”

The voice fell, and Li Mo's old and deep eyes opened like a sword. Where does that eye-catching gaze look like that of an old man?

"Me? Why am I panicking? Jiuli asked puzzled.

"The ancestor of Jiuli served in the heavenly court in the first half of his life, and worked for the Jiuli tribe for half of his life in the second half of his life. You are the consciousness of the Jiuli Ancestor, just like the Jiuli Ancestor. If there really is a big war between the Jiuli tribe, would you still be interested in chatting with me here?

And when I first saw you, your consciousness was about to dissipate. How much of your leisure do you have to spend time assessing me? ”

As he spoke, Li Mo slowly got up.

With Li Mo's movements, Li Mo's white beard hanging down to his waist gradually dispersed. The surrounding area of the forehead is also shrunk, and the gradually bending spine is also slowly erected, like a straight long sword, the edge is unstoppable!

"So everything here is an illusion, if I'm not mistaken, it should be the illusion of the Great Dream Divine Skill, right?"

Li Mo has also cultivated the Great Dream Divine Skill, and he still can't guess what is going on here for so long. The experience of Li Mo and the two lives was also in vain.

"Although I don't know that the time in the secret room you control is several times different from the time outside, the time in the outside world is definitely not that long! Could it be that hundreds of years have passed in the secret room, and it has only been a few days outside? A few months? ”

"Interesting, Lingxiao's vision is good."

Although he couldn't see Jiuli's consciousness, Li Mo could feel it. This Jiuli seemed to be laughing.

"It's still the same question, the Heavenly Dao collapses, what should I do?"

"Still the same answer."

Li Mo said lightly.

"Murderous intent remains the same through the ages?" Jiuli's conscious tone gradually became solemn and asked.

Li Mo nodded, but his tone was full of persistence

"Forever!"

"Hahaha...... Good! Good! Good! ”

Jiuli consciousness said three good words in succession, which shows how happy Jiuli is.

In this young man's body, Jiuli saw the shadow of his past.

He once led the Jiuli tribe to fight the world, and in his heyday, even the ancestors had to avoid their edge.

Although Jiuli was finally defeated by the years, the army was defeated in the 100,000 mountains.

But after so many years, this Jiuli's consciousness is also thinking on its own.

He was thinking, was he wrong?

The answer is no! The murderous intent will never change! Kill only those who deserve to be killed! I didn't do anything wrong!

The same is true of this kid in front of him, who has locked him up with illusion for so many years. The murderous intent remains the same!

Only such a person can protect Jiuli from being bullied. In order to recover the blood feud of the Jiuli tribe thousands of years ago!

"You can inherit my mantle, last question, are you willing to protect the Jiuli tribe?"

Jiuli continued to ask.

Li Mo paused, and pictures appeared in his mind.

There is Menglin, Mengkun. There are Chiyou, Fat Ball, Qiaoxin, and Atu. There are Ah Gong Li people dragon, Dongfang Yibai, land battles, wood and stone......

These people who are persistent for the Jiuli tribe are really cute.

Li Mo nodded solemnly: "I am willing!" ”

"Hahaha, so many years. It's kind of waiting......"

Jiuli consciousness was in an excellent mood, and fell with the voice of Jiuli consciousness.

The walls around the chamber fell one after another, and the entire chamber once again turned into a stone altar.

"I can go with peace of mind."

The voice fell, and Li Mo felt a heavy pressure from the sky. Pure aura came to the face.

However, Li Mo could feel that there was no malice in this coercion, so he did not panic in the slightest.

"This is the last vestige of will left by the ancestors of Jiuli, right?"

Raising his hand to touch the pure aura on his head, Li Mo muttered to himself.

Li Mo knew that this was the creation that Jiuli consciousness said.

Li Mo absorbed these aura, and a generation of God King Realm powerhouse Jiuli would completely dissipate in this world.

This is Jiuli's last effort to protect the Jiuli tribesmen.

The wax torch turned to ashes and tears began to dry, and Li Mo bowed down, his face full of respect.

Then Li Mo sat on the stone altar, twisted his hands, and began to frantically absorb the spiritual energy on his head.

Even if Jiuli consciousness has been weakened for so many years, the remaining energy is still very strong for a monk in the Earth Immortal Realm.

If it were to be replaced by other Earth Immortal Realm cultivators to absorb these energies, it would take them an estimated few years to absorb them.

However, Li Mo, who has the Heaven and Earth Creation Technique, can greatly speed up the absorption.