Li Mo deliberately refined a batch of middle- and lower-grade magic weapon embryos before leaving the multi-limb mountain.

Zhao Zhu still has not been out of the customs, and the erosion from the death and illness of the general horn period is not optimistic, and whether he can survive it depends on the strength of his willpower.

Li Mo didn't have a good way, just asked Jin Li to help take care of Zhao Zhu.

As soon as he stepped on the official road, he found that there were very few traces of chariots and horses on the road, indicating that there had not been a large-scale caravan for a long time.

You can also see bones along the road, the cause of death is supposed to be caused by wild beast gnawing, and paw prints can be seen everywhere in the surrounding tree trunks.

Li Mo looked into the depths of the mountains and forests, where there were hidden beasts, staring at him with strange and inexplicable eyes.

Compared with fifteen years ago, today's outer door is even more strange and inexplicable.

Li Mo vaguely remembered the beast disaster at that time, only the deer herd had abnormal movements, so that the beasts within two hundred miles would not become ready to move.

Mortals did not dare to stay far from villages and towns for fear of being attacked by wild beasts.

The fertile land has been deserted, and the goods in various areas are no longer in circulation, and under normal circumstances, at least thousands of households will be affected.

Fortunately, there are immortals, so that mortals do not have a high demand for food.

Li Mo returned to Niujia Village by the way, just looking at the hillside from afar, and after making sure that the village was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Niujia Village is located in a remote area, and the impact of the animal tide is relatively slight, so the villagers just completely sealed the entrance and exit with a wooden fence.

Li Mo didn't mean to disturb Niujia Village, and his arrival was not a good thing.

He then summoned the mist and sat cross-legged in the mist, his body moving rapidly in midair.

"It's the second uncle......"

Some children opened their eyes wide, as if they saw Li Mo's figure flashing.

He climbed up the branch with his companions, and from the heights he could clearly see a cloud of mist galloping away with a vague figure.

A few children shouted and screamed, causing the elders to reprimand.

The corners of Li Mo's mouth rose slightly, controlling the mist to rush into the clouds, and before he knew it, he was about to leave Niujia Village for fifteen years.

At the age of twenty-five, if he hadn't started cultivating, I'm afraid he would have already given birth to a child.

Fifteen years is a generation, plus some old people choose to self-immolate in the twilight, maybe when Li Mo comes to Niujia Village again, he will already be a grandfather's generation.

"In the eyes of mortals, I'm afraid I'm no different from immortals."

Li Mo's eyes were full of complexity, and at the same time as the speed of the mist skyrocketed, one by one poisonous bees quietly dispersed, responsible for guarding the surroundings.

He can just focus on the mist, and the rest of his energy can be used in the Zhou Tian cycle, but unfortunately the efficiency is far less than that of the multi-limb mountain.

In order not to delay the cultivation of the weak crown period, Li Mo actually collected a few jars of haze and mist aura, but it was not suitable for use when he was in a hurry.

Day and night alternate, and the temperature difference in late autumn is 20 degrees.

However, no matter how biting the cold wind is, it can't blow away the mist that envelops the body.

When Li Mo opened his eyes again, the mountain where Rongzhen was located was already looming.

The inner city is shrouded in fog, and I don't know what secrets are inside, and what Molten Town is trumpeting in the inner city.

After he approached Rongzhen for ten miles, he took the initiative to choose to walk.

On the official road leading to Molten Town, a large number of wild beasts were lying around, and the fur was wrapped in a withered dead man.

Apparently the half-beasts had tried to storm Molten Town not long ago.

Li Mo showed the spirit card, and the officers and soldiers did not dare to stop it, and successfully set foot in the familiar Rongzhen, and the city did not change at all for several years.

The streets are still bustling with people, and the strangeness outside the city has not affected ordinary people.

Li Mo put away the desert map in advance, and after missing the iconic features, it did not attract the attention of the monks in the melting town.

Moreover, they were also too busy to take care of themselves, and each of them looked extremely solemn.

Li Mo noticed that the proportion of monks in Rongzhen mastering multi-limb exercises, although it was not exaggerated by the multi-limb mountain, the number had faintly caught up with the beast cultivators, and the two sides were opposed to each other.

The multi-limbed monk's eyes looked at Li Mo, full of imperceptible defense.

The storm is coming.

Li Mo lowered his head, and after the spirit card told Hu Wen, he didn't go to the pawn shop, but walked straight into the medical hall and walked quickly towards the backyard.

The business of the Miaoteju was overcrowded, and dozens of monks were waiting outside.

They are generally beast cultivators, but they came to Miaoshou Ju to remove the original spells and transplant their arms to practice multi-limb exercises.

Li Mo frowned slightly, and went straight to the second floor of Miaoshou Residence.

The guy didn't dare to stop Li Mo, and his attitude seemed respectful.

The monks looked at Li Mo puzzled, and guessed the latter's identity, after all, few people dared to be so presumptuous in Miaoshouju.

"Mountain and Sea Dweller?"

Someone muttered to himself, causing the rest of the monks to look surprised.

They realized that Li Mo, who was in the same realm in the Multi-Limb Mountain, had returned to Rongzhen.

The monks of the mountains and seas can be said to be unique in all aspects of the new generation of monks.

The monks looked at each other, and those weak crown periods who had obtained the quota of the multi-limbed yam field were completely sheltered in the multi-limbed mountain like a disaster.

How could Li Mo return to Molten Town?

"Li Mo'er is here well, just to help the old man."

Han Cai's voice came from the second floor of Miaoshou Residence, which also verified their thoughts in disguise, this person was a famous mountain and sea resident.

Li Mo looked around the second floor and found that Han Cai had to deal with eight surgeries at the same time, and even if he had the cultivation of the fake pill stage, he was very busy.

Although he was full of doubts about the outer door Dabi, he didn't immediately ask Han Cai.

Li Mo naturally came to the transplant operation in the corner, the finger turned into a scalpel, flashing cold, and the monk lying on the bed quickly shook his head and said.

"Doctor Han, I'm not in a hurry, I'm really not in a hurry, don't ......"

The monk was shocked.

Li Mo is indeed rumored to be a god, what a congenital and acquired dual Dao body, a cultivation seed that is rare in five hundred years, and the refining weapon is the best in the melting town.

But no matter what, it's normal for the pawnbroker's background to be good at refining, they have never heard of it, Li Mo also has a hand in medicine.

"Assert ......"

Han Cai let out a strange smile and deliberately stretched out his two arms to hold down the fat monk, while Li Mo approached his bed expressionlessly.

"No, no, no!"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, and then the spinal nerves of his eight arms were exposed, and he roughly cut open the fat monk's ribs by three inches, and observed the situation of his internal organs.

The fat friar let out a heart-rending scream, but the pain lasted only a few breaths.

"Your original spell was the Three-Trick Snake Strength Spell Sutra, and if you want to completely peel it off, you need to cut off part of the pancreas, how about it?"

"Can ......"

The fat monk was stunned for a moment, and Li Mo had already completed the stripping of the Three Snake Jin Mantra, and the subsequent transplanted arm was extremely skilled.

The second floor of the Wonder Hands House became quiet.

Li Mo began to show precise control of the spinal nerves in his eight arms, and he may have a little lack of medical experience, but he could ask Han Cai at any time.

The monks who visited the clinic were not rejecting Li Mo from performing the operation.

It's just that in their gaze at Li Mo, there is an indescribable complexity, is the difference in talent so terrifying?

Li Mo's busy work didn't end until the evening.

From the conversations between them, he figured out the current situation in Melttown.

The Rongzhen store is actually a branch of the inheritance of the Heart Beast Sect, and when the corresponding shopkeeper transfers to the multi-limb exercises, the disciples will inevitably choose to give up the original techniques.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly realized that the Multi-Limb Mountain seemed to be able to provide a steady stream of spiritual materials, but it was actually destroying the foundation of the Heart Beast Sect.

What a bloodless sub-weapon faction.