The sudden sacrifice of the dead and the Jiao made the Black Wind Ridge extremely lively, and groups of treacherous beasts were parading the streets everywhere during the day.

They wore Taoist robes and ornaments, and muttered cumbersome mantras in their mouths.

Occasionally, you can see a strange beast carrying a statue on its back, circling the Black Wind Ridge, which shows that the beast disaster has invisibly given birth to some kind of variable.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is out of control.

After all, the treacherous beasts of the Black Wind Ridge are all the ghosts of the Mountain Monarch, and they should keep repeating the fight in the constraints of the rules.

The nameless temple where Li Mo is located is the most lively, even if you don't get closer, you can smell a strong smell of incense.

There are countless treacherous beasts coming and going, and their expressions are extremely fanatical, eager to kneel and knock.

At the entrance of the temple, where there was a crowd of people, there was a multi-armed monk abruptly, and the strange beasts around him seemed to be unaware of each other.

Fenglin Zhenren lowered his head, and walked through the temple as if no one was around.

His skin and flesh were rotten, and there were more than a dozen pocket-sized arms on either side of his cheeks, which kept squirming with his breathing, looking inexplicably weird.

Feng Lin Zhenren touched the beast rosary embedded in his forehead, and the magic weapon made his breath close to that of the beast, so he was safe and sound in the Black Wind Ridge.

"What the hell......"

"There are obviously no chess pieces of Tian Changwen in the outside world, and there is no half of the building guarding the beast disaster, but why did there be a beast cultivator coming to Heifengling."

Fenglin Zhenren couldn't help muttering to himself, and then joined the two puppet cultivators.

They exchanged information with each other, and Fenglin Zhenren also realized that the nameless temple on the top of the mountain was the source, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

The trio then repeatedly confirmed that there was no ambush at the temple.

It wasn't until the sun set that they dared to cautiously walk into the main hall of the temple, and when they saw the three-headed, six-armed, eight-legged statue at a glance, they couldn't help but gasp.

"Artifact?"

There was a puppet cultivator who muttered incredibly.

Feng Lin Zhenren nodded, the greed in his eyes was indescribable.

They noticed that some beasts poured flesh and blood of their own kind on the surface of the statue, and then the magic weapon came into play and absorbed the flesh and blood.

It is clear that the interior of the statue has a mustard seed space, which is dedicated to storing flesh and blood.

Although they wondered why the statue was revered by the Beasts, one thing was certain: the magic weapon was artificially refined not long ago.

Fenglin Zhenren came to Black Wind Ridge to seek wealth, but it was too inefficient to hunt treacherous beasts at night, and at the same time, they had to ensure that they would not be detected by treacherous beasts.

Now there is an opportunity in front of us, and the statue represents an inexhaustible spiritual material.

"Fenglin Daoyou, look ......"

"Let's leave first, at least we have to find the beast cultivator behind the scenes."

Fenglin Zhenren glanced at him, and then disappeared into the crowded street, but he didn't know that his actions were exposed to Li Mo's eyes.

Li Mo sneered.

He had long expected that there might be puppet cultivators in the Black Wind Ridge, but he didn't expect that there were quite a few puppet cultivators infiltrated, and it was estimated that there were twenty or thirty people in the four urban districts.

Li Mo didn't care.

He knew that it was impossible for Shi Ji to send a fake Dan stage monk to the Black Wind Ridge, and the weak crown stage of the same realm couldn't help him at all.

Kindness... It's also good that the Yin sub-peak of Corpse Mountain is almost occupied.

Li Mo let the ghost tiger hide in the courtyard and continued to focus on raising Gu.

He became more and more interested in the beasts.

Unlike the demon beasts of the ancient immortal cultivation realm, the monsters have a terrifying uncertainty and can grow into another species at any time.

Li Mo looked at the cage, which contained fifteen ape beasts, and there were twenty-six at the most in the previous days.

The beasts are all bound by the clavicle sealing chain, otherwise it is inevitable to fight.

"I have generally taken the Evergreen Fruit more than five times, but only the Mandrill Beast has not died seven times, so continue to speed up the progress."

It's a pity that the effect of the evergreen fruit is getting weaker and weaker, and it is difficult for the beast to be promoted to the weak crown stage, which shows that there are still certain limitations.

Li Mo's attention fell on the mandrill, which was more than three meters in size.

Even when the mandrill sat cross-legged, it was a head taller than the rest of the beasts, its hair exploded, and its bare back was covered with flesh, trying to entangle the rest of the beasts around it.

He threw out the evergreen fruit again, and after the beasts scrambled to devour it, explosions of flesh and blood crumbling sounded in the cage one after another.

The mandrill beast is still alive, and its tail has changed into a tentacle.

Li Mo didn't pay attention to the cage, waiting for the beast to digest the medicinal power of the fruit, and began to copy the ape's paintings.

Seeing Li Mo bowing his head to paint, the mandrill beast quietly flicked its tail.

Burst.

The tail pierced directly into the chest of a treacherous beast, greedily sucking the blood, and the mandrill beast couldn't help but let out a roar.

Li Mo was engrossed, and unconsciously the ape in the painting gradually approached the mandrill, revealing an indescribable "malice".

He stared intently at the paintings, which instead contributed to the carnage in the cage.

The mandrill beast was enjoying the pain of its kind before dying, its expression became hideous, and its tail reaped one monster after another.

"Oooo!!oo

It then broke through to the level of the weak crown stage, and the rest of the beasts became even more difficult to resist, leaving the cage full of minced meat.

After killing all its kind, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared on its forehead.

It struggled desperately, and its mind was full of thoughts of dismantling Li Mo, stimulating the further alienation of its body.

The clavicle sealing chain used to bind the mandrill beast was overwhelmed, after all, it was just a magic weapon embryo that Li Mo had temporarily refined.

The mandrill beast became even more frenzied, and under the stimulation of the medicinal power of the evergreen tree fruit, deformed arms grew in the ribs to resist the clavicle sealing chain.

Seeing that the mandrill beast was about to break the clavicle sealing chain, it suddenly fell silent.

It leaned over to look at Li Mo outside the cage, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, and the latter exuded a terrifying malice around him.

The mandrill beast seemed to be crushed to the bottom of the mountain, panting as if it were drowning.

After Li Mo finished the painting, the mandrill beast collapsed to the ground with relief, and its expression was no longer unruly.

"The charm of the mandrill is evil."

"It's a pity, I'm already worried about the Tattoo Beast's IQ."

Li Mo put away the painting, opened the cage and walked into it, and the mandrill beast became ready to move again, its chest and abdomen constantly rising and falling.

The spinal nerves of the eight arms expanded, and the spider limbs were three points faster than the tail of the mandrill treacher, stabbing directly into the brain from the jaw.

The mandrill beast spasmed for a moment, and gradually lost its life in the erosion of the toxin.

"After the knot, the main tattoo of the painted green clothes should simply be cultivated by himself, anyway, I plan to raise treacherous beasts in the corpse mountain."

Li Mo skillfully dissected the corpse, and by the way, threw the flesh and blood in the cage into the corpse mountain, the fourth peak had already grown a third, and the nutrients were close to the middle-grade spiritual materials.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the top-grade magic weapon was indeed wonderful, but the flesh and blood of the treacherous beast that needed to be consumed was simply outrageous.

Li Mo has his back to the temple, and he can obtain more than a dozen corpses of treacherous beasts every day, even so, the corpse mountain is still a lot away from being able to transform.

Of course, it is somewhat related to the three genera of corpse mountain yin and civil engineering, and its potential is far beyond that of ordinary high-grade magic weapons.

Li Mo took the corpse mountain back into his body, and then used the blood of the beast to draw a tattoo of the beast's head on his right shoulder, and the steps were naturally practice made perfect.

The mandrill beast head and the golden toad beast head corresponded to each other, and with the completion of the beast head tattoo, the rest of the tattooed beasts couldn't help but become restless.

Li Mo's expression was unwavering, and his left arm was still steadily raised and fell.

The eight-arm spinal nerves are on the side to process the realistic material, ready to be completed in one go.

As soon as the head of the mandrill beast was formed, a wave of pure malice rushed to his face, and the grinning Lei Gong's face was like a ghost god in the depths of the underworld.

Li Mo used his spiritual power to suppress the rebellion of the mandrill beast head, and continued to transplant hair, fangs and eyeballs with an expressionless face.

Because of the relationship between the realism, the spirituality of the mandrill beast has greatly increased, and it has begun to take the initiative to absorb the poisonous spiritual energy from the outside world, which makes the rest of the tattoo beasts perceive the crisis and work hard to perform.

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, and it was unexpected that the head of the mandrill beast was dominated by poisonous spiritual energy, so he used his painted green clothes to summon the tattoo beast.

Because there is not much spiritual power and flesh to maintain, the mandrill is only half a meter in size.

It was hunched on its back, half-real and half-empty poisonous spiritual power surrounding its body, covered with deep visible bone wounds, and its cloudy eyes were full of malice.

Li Mo patted the mandrill on the head, and the latter immediately made a gesture of submission.

When he saw that the mandrill was so docile, he released the ghost tiger and other tattooed beasts one by one, and the mandrill jumped up and down with its teeth and claws.

The ghost tiger couldn't see it for a while, and stretched out its claws and slapped it fiercely.

While dodging, the mandrill exploded violently with poisonous spiritual power, growing three arms in the blink of an eye, and its head was all over the eyes.

It tossed and turned around the ghost tiger, and its body was still constantly alienating, and it actually suppressed the experienced ghost tiger.

With such a strange ability, even Li Mo couldn't help but look sideways at the mandrill.

However, the alienation of the mandrill is not completely controllable, and it needs to constantly adjust its structure, and it requires more spiritual power and flesh than the golden toad to maintain it.

The ghost tiger was annoyed and angry, and his body swelled in a circle, spitting out a thick black smoke, which became looming within the black smoke.

"Oooh oh ......"

The mandrill was so warlike that he pulled out his ribs and turned them into a long and narrow bone stick.

Seeing that the two had already become angry, Li Mo decisively stopped it, and slapped it heavily on the heads of the mandrill and the ghost tiger.

"I won't let you do it, you can't do it, you know?"

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, and his murderous gaze made the two little guys nod again and again, and there was a sarcastic smile from the red fox on the side.

The golden toad was still in the form of a wooden one, and the whale was soaring through the air on its own, and the salamander tilted its head not to understand what was happening.

After Li Mo took back the tattoo beast, he noticed that it was getting late outside.

The never-ending battle quietly began.

He had long noticed that the strange beasts enshrined in the nameless temple were faintly united, and the mountain was the center to clear the same kind of people outward.

The ghost who broke away from the control of the mountain lord is almost exactly the same as the river god village.

Li Mo was even more sure that the abnormality of the Black Wind Ridge was not only caused by the magic statue, but also that Hu Wen must be secretly pushing behind it.

In order to regain the human skin, Hu Wen was already a little impatient.

"Alas, it's not okay to dive for a while, so let's get rid of the peeping puppet as soon as possible."

"Then let the Tattoo Beast absorb the Pei Yuan Fruit to complete the transformation, and prepare for facing the Mountain Monarch Beast."

(End of chapter)