Taking advantage of his free time, Li Mo began to copy the fox's paintings constantly, just hoping that when painting tattoos, he could be foolproof.

During this period, some monks retreated to the vicinity of the storehouse one after another.

They all chose to be silent, and the lights were turned off in each room, trying to hide themselves in the dark.

Maybe because there were too many apprentices and miscellaneous servants in the calligraphy and painting hall, the monks didn't get close.

Li Mo swallowed his saliva, it was obvious that the pawn shop had been arranged at the last moment, just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

He had no time to worry about the treasury and focused on painting Tsing Yi.

At present, Li Mo only has a bottle of fox blood on hand, although it is enough to draw twice, but the tattoo must be formed in one go, otherwise it will affect the potential of the spell.

He stayed in the house, looking nervously at the storeroom from time to time, but when he was immersed in the painting, the negative emotions were swept away.

The first day passed.

The storeroom was still lit day and night, and the entire pawnshop seemed to come to a standstill, and even the number of guards was decreasing.

Li Mo's movements in copying paintings became more and more proficient.

He no longer pays attention to the strangeness of the outside world, and his consciousness is like being in the mountains and forests, becoming a foraging fox through the wilderness.

The fox on the rice paper is becoming more agile at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Li Mo came back to his senses, the ink in the inkstone had bottomed out, and on the desk was a thick stack of fox paintings, exuding the fragrance of ink.

The second layer of human skin has also grown.

Li Mo's appearance is not any different, but in a sense, the body structure is completely different from that of a normal person.

He looked at the palm of his hand, and then his flesh squirmed, as if there were countless small worms in his body, and his complexion quickly became as white as jade.

Li Mo was able to change the inside and outside order of the old and new human skins through the Book of Creation.

After he put out the new skin, he seemed to have a makeover, and the scars he had left disappeared, and his appearance was quite different.

Especially the facial features, because the new skin is conceived by the leakless body, so that it is born with an ethereal and dusty temperament.

People who are not particularly familiar with Li Mo may not be able to recognize Li Mo.

At this point, four pages of the total nine pages of the Creation Book have been consumed, and the remaining five pages are not enough to look at, so we can only wait for the crisis to be resolved, and then find a way to increase the number of pages.

Li Mo was about to take out the fox blood, when he suddenly heard a resounding deer cry in the sky, the source of which was obviously from the inner city.

There was a response from the jungle at the bottom of the mountain.

Elk emerge from the dense jungle and stand motionless on the edge, looking at Molten Town with strange and inexplicable eyes.

Molten Town was unmoved, as if anticipating what was coming, but the treasury was noticeably more guarded.

Li Mo immediately set out to master the painting of Tsing Yi.

According to the painting of Tsing Yi, there are seven places on the human body to choose from for drawing tattoos, which are the "main position" on the chest where the middle dantian is located.

The "secondary" position of the back and shoulders, and the "secondary position" of the limbs.

The painted green clothes in the total horn period mainly involve the tattoo of the animal head in the auxiliary position, and the blood of ordinary beasts can be used as the material.

Li Mo did not paint the content of the weak crown period of Tsing Yi, but the spell mentioned the information of the second place, and the steps should be more than ten times more cumbersome.

It is likely that demon beasts are involved, and the materials required are unimaginable.

Of course, there will be no demon beasts after 7,000 years, that's another story.

After Li Mo rested for more than half an hour, his spirit returned to his peak, and then he drew up a sketch.

With his skillful brushstroke, the fox in the painting has been revealed in a moment, and his demeanor has a feeling of overintelligence, as if he is a fox fairy in the legend of strange ghosts.

He can reveal the ferocity of the mountain king, like a "ghost"; Or show the fox's cunning to the fullest, like a "demon".

Li Mo constantly adjusted the details of the fox head, and the fox fairy in the painting became more and more realistic.

When he was satisfied, he even stared at the painting with a creepy feeling, as if the painting was really copied according to the fox demon.

"Da Da Da ......"

The strange sound of the elk sounded again, and there was movement on the other side of the storeroom.

Li Mo hurriedly cut off a sharp wooden strip from the edge of the wooden table.

He burned a stick of wood on a candle flame to make a rudimentary charcoal that outlined the fox's head on the skin of his arm.

Just when Li Mo was engrossed, there was a slight tremor from the outside world.

Li Mo didn't dare to slack off on the drawing of the fox's head, and the charcoal made the pattern gradually complete, as if there was a fox's head leaning over his arm.

When the charcoal was finished, he thought he had nothing to add.

Li Mo has already exerted himself beyond the norm, and he has pushed his painting skills to a higher level, reaching the level of "gods" in his paintings.

Being able to draw such a beast head is more or less due to external pressure.

Li Mo took out the fox blood, poured it into the washed inkstone, and then used the method of grinding ink to fully release the blood as much as possible.

He slashed his middle finger and dripped an equal amount of fingertip blood into it.

Li Mo was surprised to find that his blood was no longer dark red, but had a crystal clear and flooded feeling.

It seems that the body without leakage, although it does not solve the disadvantages of death and disease, makes his physique infinitely close to some kind of innate Dao body.

The blood of the beast is mixed with the blood of the fingertips, and when it settles, it resembles a bright red dye.

Li Mo no longer hesitated, and a haze of mist aura poured out from his magic fingers, forming the style of a stabbing needle.

He approached the finger of his right hand to the inkstone, and the blood in the inkstone was directly absorbed by the finger, constantly nourished by the haze aura.

Li Mo sensed that every drop of blood was fused with spiritual power, so he raised his right hand.

The needle-like method was pointed at the charcoal lines on his left arm, and it was only an experiment for the first time, so Li Mo did not inject blood under the skin.

He needs to be precise in his control and not hurt the second layer of new skin.

After confirming that it was correct, Li Mo began to draw the fox's head, and the magic finger continued to rise and fall, not fast or slow, like a machine.

The blood ink blurred.

The head of the red fox gradually took shape on the upper arm, and its lifelike appearance seemed to be about to burrow out of the skin.

After Li Mo finished the mouth of the beast head, the red fox took the initiative to greedily absorb the aura from the outside world, but it was only a free scorching smoke aura, so the efficiency was slower than his own cultivation.

He understood the effect of the Melting Town spell in the later generations.

Whether it is painted in green clothes, or a soul-chasing poisonous sting, or a curse, on the surface, it seems that part of the body has the characteristics of beasts.

In fact, these spells are in the body of the monk, raising a spirit beast, and the immortal body is just enough to parasitize the spirit beast.

The "spirit beasts" created by themselves are completely subordinate to the monks, but they will subtly devour the essence and spirit.

Before Li Mo could be happy, there seemed to be some behemoth in the outside world crawling towards the warehouse, and the aura in the air was obviously increasing.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

A few fragments of memories poured out of the Book of Creation.

Every fifteen years, the inner disciples of the Heart Beast Sect would come to the outer gate and select some of the outer disciples to enter the inner gate through a competition.

In the ancient Heart Beast Sect, the process of comparing the outer disciples to the test.

It's called "Outer Gate Dabi".