The flowing clouds crossed, lining out a round of bright moon.

In the quiet courtyard, Uncle Ma sat at the stone table, and a tattered small tripod in front of him was boiling milky white bone soup.

This is the old man's proudest craft.

"Sit down, wait a little longer and you'll be able to drink." Uncle Ma is the same as always.

"Uncle Ma, you ......"

At this moment, Li Mo's eyes looking at Uncle Ma were no longer the same, and he knew that the former tomb keeper in the eastern suburbs of the capital in front of him was not ordinary.

The emperor casts nine tripods, and the tripod chooses the master, and turns one into nine.

Uncle Ma is one of the nine masters in the world.

On that day, he was alone, the lord of the rungside demon city, and he was alone in the Guixu Society.

This made Li Mo faintly worried.

"Xiao Li Mo, did you find what the black sword left behind?" Uncle Ma changed his words and said suddenly.

"Hmm." Li Mo's eyes condensed slightly, and he nodded heavily.

His crystals were crystal clear, and there seemed to be a black streamer running under his skin, mysterious and simple, and the terrifying aura rendered his blood into a crystal-like luster.

On that day, Li Mo fused the [Eternal Night Sword] with his physical body, turned into hundreds of limbs, and sacrificed the spine keel.

Although he is still in the [Feather Realm] now, this body alone is comparable to a holy soldier.

The most important thing is that he fused the two sigils hidden in the [Eternal Night Sword], one is the key to open the portal of the Demon City's inheritance through the ages......

The other is to inherit one of the nine tripod seals.

"With this tripod seal, you can fuse the tripod hidden by the black sword." Uncle Ma said in a deep voice.

Since the Divine Sect, no one in the world can control Jiuding with his own strength, so Ding chooses the master and turns one into nine.

Even so, Jiuding is still the king of the world's divine soldiers.

Back then, the black sword was against the sky, and he once found a tripod, but he was not fate and could not become the owner of the tripod.

"I don't know what method he used to trap that Ding ......"

Uncle Ma's eyes swelled with admiration, as the master of the tripod, he naturally knew what terrifying power each tripod possessed......

It is the supreme power that destroys the world and transforms the mountains and rivers.

Their majesty cannot be blasphemed, nor can their will be disobeyed.

"This Ding Seal is an opportunity, an opportunity to try to integrate, and once you succeed, you will be the new Ding Master." Uncle Ma glanced at Li Mo deeply.

"Become the master of the tripod, you will know how terrifying that tripod is, so you don't need to worry about me, there is no shortage of people in this world who can defeat me, but there are really few people who can kill me......"

The corners of Uncle Ma's mouth raised slightly, but the cold laughter hid irrepressible confidence.

"Uncle Ma, can I succeed?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"It's hard to say...... Each tripod has its own will, whether it can be integrated has nothing to do with the strength of cultivation, if it fails, there may be no loss, or it is possible to die ...... "Uncle Ma imparted experience.

"Is it so unreliable?" Li Mo's brows furrowed, the uncertainty of becoming the master of the Ding was even greater than he imagined.

"Be content, no matter how many people ask for such an opportunity, they can't get it."

Uncle Ma raised his eyes and swept over, and said lightly: "By the way, there is another uncertain factor ...... the fusion tripod device."

"What?"

"Time."

"Time!?" Li Mo was puzzled.

"The time of integration varies from person to person...... It took me thirteen years to fuse the Dingqi...... I slept for thirteen years......"

"So long!?" Li Mo was stunned and speechless.

"There are also short ...... At the beginning, it only took three days for Emperor Qian. ”

Uncle Ma shows that even if it is successful, the time it takes for each person to pay is uncertain.

"Emperor Qiandi is also the master of the Ding!?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"What you said, the Nine Dings were originally refined by the Divine Sect, this is what they have in their own family, can't they inherit a Ding!?" Uncle Ma said lightly.

Of the nine major tripod vessels, only the one of the Daqian royal family is inherited by blood and passed on in an orderly manner.

"Who else?"

"The Heavenly Master's Mansion also has one in his hand." Uncle Ma said in a deep voice.

"Wang Shendao!?"

Li Mo's mind came up with the figure of the Heavenly Master Mansion Master, the most powerful Heavenly Master today.

"It's not him." Uncle Ma shook his head.

"The Ding Master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion is an old god surnamed Chu, he hides very deeply, and there are few people who know him."

At the mention of this person, Uncle Ma's cloudy eyes couldn't help but flash a sharp essence.

"Xiao Li Mo, the Nine Great Ding Vessels, is the king of artifacts, and there is no law to follow in their choice of masters......"

"Since their birth, the only person who has really adhered to the will may be the number one master in the world."

"Divine Sect!" Li Mo muttered softly.

"Not bad...... The horror of the King of Artifacts, I'm afraid you can't know yet......"

At this point, Uncle Ma dipped the tea next to him and wrote two ancient seal characters on the dilapidated stone table.

"Divine!?" Li Mo looked down and recognized it.

"Yes, above the holy soldiers, there are divine soldiers...... Uncle Ma whispered slowly.

Even the holy soldiers are divided into five levels, which are the small holy soldiers, the great holy soldiers, the innate holy soldiers, the Wang Pin holy soldiers, and the strongest holy soldiers.

The little holy soldiers, like human beings, can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, practice independently, and even some small and faint scars can be repaired by themselves, and as the sun and moon turn away, it is very likely to break through their own limits and step into the ranks of the great saints.

The Great Sage Soldier, whose texture is extraordinary, can feather and soar, travel outside the sky, absorb higher energy, and refine himself.

Like Li Mo's [Qingping Sword], when he first became a holy soldier, he was already among the [Great Saint Soldiers], with huge potential and could travel outside the world.

The innate saint soldier is almost a real creature, as if it was born from nature, even if it is broken and fallen, it can maintain a trace of true spirit immortality and reincarnate as a human.

"The Innate Saint Soldier can actually be reincarnated as a human!?" Li Mo was slightly moved.

Weapons can be reincarnated, and they are holy soldiers, if that's the case, how terrible would it be!?

"Yes, this is the terrifying thing about the innate saint soldier...... Uncle Ma groaned slightly, and glanced at Li Mo deeply.

"Although there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, once reincarnated and grown, it is a very terrifying existence."

Speaking of this, Uncle Ma paused for a moment before he said, "It is very likely that the [Martial Sect], one of the Seven Peerless Xuantian, is the reincarnation of an innate saint soldier. ”

"Wu Zong!?" Li Mo was thoughtful.

The demon who is known as the most amazing demon in the history of Martial Dao Mountain, was born in the mountain gate, but he was able to rank among the [Xuantian Seven Uniques] and stand among the top powerhouses in the world, which is a miracle.

"It seems to be the best of the best...... Everyone has their own secrets. Li Mo couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Above the innate holy soldiers, there are Wang Pin holy soldiers.

At this level, even if it is broken and there is only a wisp of ash left, it can flow into a river and gradually recover, which can be regarded as eternal.

Above the Wang Pin Holy Soldier, there is the strongest Holy Soldier.

With this level of power, it can easily crush the Saint Soldier of the King of Destruction, causing it to be eternally extinguished.

Looking at the world, there are only a few who have truly reached the rank of the strongest saints.

The small holy soldiers, the great holy soldiers, the innate holy soldiers, the king holy products, and the strongest holy soldiers, these are the five levels of the holy soldiers.

Further up are the divine soldiers.

The white-clothed sword immortal's [Lifeless Killing Sword], the [Immortal Coffin] of the Northern Evil Xuanzhuang, the [Futu Ancient Building] of the owner of the Futu Building, the [Great Bright Palace] of the Emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty, the [Shejiding] of the Guiru, the [Demon Flag], the [Future Law Eye] and so on all belong to the list of divine soldiers.

The world's divine soldiers, only Jiuding, can be called the king of artifacts.

"This ......"

Li Mo was silent for a while, he thought that refining the Qingping Sword was already rare in the world, but he didn't expect that there was such a distance from the divine soldiers, not to mention the only king who was pressed on top of many divine soldiers.

"Refining the divine soldier, there are many difficulties, the time, the place, the people, the cultivation, the resources, the creation...... Indispensable...... Even so, throughout the ages, there are millions of people who can become such a tool, and it is difficult to save one ......," Uncle Ma said in a deep voice.

Not to mention the divine soldiers, even if it is the five levels of the holy soldiers, every time they improve a realm, they don't know how much effort it takes.

Among the divine soldiers in the world, only the [True Dragon Treasure Horn] of the Dragon King of the East China Sea was promoted step by step from the weakest weapon, and finally crossed the five levels of holy soldiers and entered the ranks of divine soldiers.

"Dragon King of the East China Sea...... True Dragon Treasure Horn ......"

It's not the first time Li Mo has heard the name of this demon fairy, but it's often all a matter of words, passing by.

This demon fairy is extremely mysterious.

"Dragon King of the East China Sea...... It is rumored that he is the only dragon in the world. ”

"Dragon ......"

From ancient times to the present, whether in ancient books or in historical legends, there are records about dragons.

However, no one in the world has ever actually seen this powerful creature, not even the Demon Hunter.

However, the Dragon King of the East China Sea is alive, truly existing, and the only dragon in the world.

Perhaps, because of this, the mystery on his body is even stronger, far better than that of other demon immortals.

"The real dragon treasure horn is a mundane weapon...... But that man is too rebellious......" Uncle Ma said in a deep voice.

Not to mention anything else, just the promotion of the Holy Soldier is extremely difficult, even though there are thousands of paths, but the [Dragon King of the East China Sea] has chosen the most direct, but the most brutal path.

"Directly devour other holy soldiers, like cannibalism, and strengthen your own body!" Uncle Ma said in a deep voice.

The [True Dragon Treasure Horn] of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, I don't know how many holy soldiers it devoured before it became a divine soldier.

Even, he once set foot in the world, frantically looking for holy soldiers to devour, so that he became famous.

Because of this, among the eight demon immortals, the [True Dragon Treasure Horn] of the Dragon King of the East China Sea is known as the first in ferocity, and if it comes to killing, it is not under the [Lifeless Killing Sword] of the white-clothed sword immortal at all.

At the beginning, when the true dragon treasure horn was promoted to a divine soldier, he was born with a vision, the ocean turned into a sea of blood, and the horns hit the sky!!

"The eight great demon immortals in the world, one is really more ruthless than the other." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"The path of the Dragon King of the East China Sea cannot be copied, since the Divine Sect descended, thousands of years, there is only this one dragon......"

Uncle Ma sighed faintly, picked up the soup spoon, and gave Li Mo a bowl of big bone soup from the shabby small ding.

"You now know how rare the opportunity left by the black sword is."

"If you can really become the master, it will be a great creation......"

Speaking of this, Uncle Ma paused for a moment and asked quietly, "Where did the black sword hide that Ding?" ”

"Capital!" Li Mo blurted out.

"Where is it!?"

Uncle Ma's hand holding the soup spoon shook slightly, revealing a stunned look.

The Great Qian Imperial Family had been looking for that statue for more than three hundred years, and they would never have dreamed that the black sword would hide it under their noses.

"Interesting...... It's really interesting......" Uncle Ma put down the spoon.

"Speaking of which, you're going back to Beijing soon."

"Well, I guess there are about ten days left, and I can leave." Li Moqian tasted the soup in the bowl, and his mind seemed to have drifted back to the capital.

Feng Wannian, Ji Shi, Hong Xiaofu, Shang Xujian, Xiao Yunfeng, Chen Pingping, Yu Zhaoyue...... These old people don't know what happened.

Of course, what worries Li Mo the most is the seventeenth prince and the mysterious Li ancestral hall.

At the beginning, it was because of them that he saw Wang Lingce die in front of his eyes, so he had no choice but to leave the capital and go away.

"It's been so long, it's time to go back."

Li Mo's eyes were light, and that night, he said goodbye to Uncle Ma, returned to Qingping Mountain, and returned to Biyou Palace.

Compared with the Biyou residence in the past, today's Biyou Palace is a lot more spacious.

In the dead of night, Wang Jiu, Zhu Gangguan, Kui Gang, Xia Cicada Ming, Xie Pipa and others have all fallen asleep.

However, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Li Mo smelled a special aroma, he followed the smell to search, but saw a petite figure in the side hall, hiding in the corner, looking at the stove, and he didn't know what was cooking in the boiling pot.

"Meng Xiaoyu!?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this was the little fish demon with a bad memory that he caught casually on Ailao Mountain that day.

"Big ...... My lord...... You're back......"

When Meng Xiaoyu saw Li Mo, he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately showed a panicked look.

She is different from other demons, in Biyou Palace, she has always been regarded as a prisoner of the lower ranks, humble to the earth.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm hungry...... Boiling pot soup...... Do you want to taste it...... adults" Meng Xiaoyu lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.

"Farewell......" Li Mo waved his hand.

Incompetent as Meng Xiaoyu also has a skill, that is, he can prepare a delicious soup.

After she made the soup and drank it, it was able to make people forget their troubles, obtain the ultimate physical happiness, and even forget the pain and trauma...... However, there is one point, drinking too much, it is easy to become addicted.

The most important thing is that the secret of this soup lies in a liquid secreted by Meng Xiaoyu as a fish demon.

This made Li Mo a little sick to his stomach, but he also saw the special talent hidden in this little fish demon, so he kept it.

Vomit......

At this moment, Meng Xiaoyu lifted the lid of the pot, and a stream of clear liquid spit out of her mouth and dripped into the pot.

Li Mo glanced at it, only to feel a churning in his stomach.

"Huh!?"

At this moment, Li Mo suddenly found that when Meng Xiaoyu lowered his head and spat on the demonic qi, in the center of his head, the silver scales flickered, like ripples, showing strange lines, but at first glance, there was a slight bulge, like a horn.

(End of chapter)