The temple of the Nine Heavens Burning Old Man is very rare, and there is no scattered cultivation at all, and the Futu monks can only start from the mortal town.

There are merchant gangs in mortal towns, and the news network inside is indeed very wide.

But usually there is a certain lag in the news, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and the Futu monks made many inquiries to determine the location of the temple of the old man who burned the fire.

It is said that in some mountain villages in the south, there are temples dedicated to the old man who burns the fire, and the villagers pray for the drying of the granary.

Seeing that the location of the village was remote, the Futu monks did not act rashly.

He could vaguely perceive that what happened to Li Mo was very involved, and he had to know that the living festival could even be traced back tens of thousands of years.

Although the Futu monks looked through the classics, there were no disasters in the history of the living festival, but since Li Mo could be so concerned, it was by no means simple.

He informed Li Mo of the clues, and after the latter figured out the general location of the temple, he drove Taiyi Fatian to go quietly.

Thankfully, the destination doesn't need to pass through the area under the jurisdiction of the Immortal Sect.

The journey of Taiyi Fatian was relatively smooth, and it only took more than half a month to approach.

Li Mo's consciousness still remained in his hometown of vacuum, driven by his body, a large number of Gu worms, looking for traces of the old man who burned the fire among the mountains.

"There is a festival of life, and there is a secret realm of life."

In fact, there are many secret realms formed in the immortal cultivation world in the past 10,000 years, or it is a high-grade magic weapon that contains space, or it is formed by the death of a high-level monk of a certain Dao body......

But few secret realms last long, let alone span thousands of years.

Li Mo understood that the secret realm of life must involve the vacuum hometown, but he didn't know how it would be revealed.

He stayed quietly in Qingshan Dongtian, and Rushan also began to develop.

Zhang Guo's spiritual intelligence is low, but he doesn't have to worry about Li Mo in terms of resource exploitation, perhaps because of his instinct as a spiritual material.

The herb monks did not extract Rushan uncontrollably, they tried to plant spiritual wood seeds to breed more of their kind.

Relying on the assistance of salamanders, it really makes buds sprout everywhere in Rushan.

It's just that just as the spiritual materials grown from the corpse mountain will be biased towards flesh and blood organs, the spiritual materials grown from the Rushan Mountain generally have female characteristics.

Seeing this, all the Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators contacted Li Mo and wanted to obtain a few Grass and Tree Cultivators.

Li Mo naturally refused, and once the herb and tree monk left his protection, he would immediately turn into an ordinary spiritual material without wisdom within a few breaths.

The Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator was not annoyed, and obviously asked for himself during the festival.

Li Mo asked the herb monk to send the spiritual materials to the top of the mountain, and then ingested the small world of the corpse mountain through the statue of the lifeless god, and specially divided a sub-peak to see if it could form the unique environment of Luo Zu.

The low-level spiritual materials bred by Rushan are of little use to him at present, but they can enrich the ecology of the small world of Corpse Mountain, making the breeding of spirit patterns have a subtle effect.

Corpse Mountain has been promoted to a magic weapon for dozens of years.

The two sun and moon and the five elements of the spirit pattern have not yet formed halfway, which shows the growth rate of the magic weapon, and the promotion of the medium-grade magic weapon does not know the year of the monkey.

Of course, it is also related to Li Mo's realm being too low.

Li Mo was distracted and focused on the Gu worms, searching the villages all over the mountains and fields in the outside world, and soon found several temples where the old man was burning.

The temple has been abandoned for a long time, and is regarded by the villagers as a temporary place for the corpses.

However, Li Mo can see that even if the temple is in good condition, the scale is relatively simple, and there is very little incense on weekdays.

Li Mo sneered a few times.

The old man who burned the fire was obviously miserable by the order of the stove king.

In Li Mo's view, the duties of the immortal gods of the Wusheng Sect are very important, representing whether or not the honorific title can be spread, the closer it is to the mundane, the easier it is for mortals to accept.

For example, the "land grain harvest" of Fude Dixian; the "five grains diet" of the stove king's order; Doumu Yuanjun's "Asking for the Peace of the Son" ......

The old man of the fire came from the seat of the stove king, and the position and honorific title were determined by the latter, which made it difficult for him to develop followers at all.

After the temple was destroyed, Zao Jun Si Ming didn't even react at all.

Li Mo continued to spread the range of Gu worms, and Gu worms continued to crawl out of the soil, and Taiyi Fatian also became a temporary insect nest.

He waited patiently for his moment.

During this period, the Yuanying Demon Cultivators had a lot of actions with each other, although they didn't mention the festival, but secretly they were obviously arranged.

Li Mo has not been in the Wusheng Sect for a long time, and he is definitely not qualified to take the initiative to intervene.

But he had a hunch that sooner or later, Yuan Ying Demon Cultivator would invite him to join the game, but I was afraid that it would be very close to the time point of the festival.

In this way, it is difficult for Li Mo to be prepared, and it will not affect the distribution of interests of the rest.

"You want me to contribute, and you don't want me to interfere in the life festival, one by one really thinks I'm a soft persimmon, so it's better to play Boda."

Li Mo's eyes showed a hint of murderous intent, but he quickly returned his attention to the Gu worm.

Buzz Buzz......

Because it was summer, even the temperature in the mountains had reached nearly forty, and the dense sound of cicadas was endless.

Li Mo is pregnant with mountain mosquitoes and insects.

The only advantage of mountain mosquitoes is that the reproduction speed is amazing, after sucking the blood and water, they can lay eggs at the water source overnight, and the larvae can turn into adults in just three days.

The villages in the surrounding mountains were already full of Gu worms, but there was not the slightest clue.

Li Mo was a little helpless, if the old man died, it would be a lot of trouble to interfere in the life festival, after all, he didn't know the situation of the festival.

"Wait."

He raised his eyebrows, and secretly used his magic power to make the mountain mosquito Gu worm derive a sense of smell, and finally found the traces of the burning old man through the smell of burning.

A boy in his early four or fifth years of age, taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, snuck out of the village and headed for the rock face at the foot of the remote mountain.

The child nimbly walked through the forest to the cave under the boulder.

He relied on his short stature and went deep into the burrow, and Li Mo controlled a few mosquitoes to follow the children into it.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A weak cough was heard, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burning.

The child's face was worried, and his steps couldn't help but quicken, and the hole in the ground gradually widened, and he could see the crackling and burning of sparks.

"Azu, let's eat something."

The child threw his head into the darkness, and then a huddled figure crawled slowly.

"Hey, you... No... Stay here, let's go, let's go. ”

His voice was hoarse and weak, but he eventually picked up the head of the nest, revealing a charred arm that was all over the ravine.

As soon as the arm touched the head of the nest, the dry food spontaneously combusted, and a few breaths turned to ashes.

"Look, let's go."

The child wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and as he crawled back, he resolutely said, "Azu, if I try other food, you will definitely be fine." ”

There was a long sigh from the cave, mixed with a few coughs.

After a few moments, the darkness returned to silence.

More than 100 mountain mosquitoes gathered and soon increased their facial features.

"Old man on fire, are you willing?"

"Who ?!!"

The figure crawled out of the darkness with both hands and feet, even if the skin was torn due to excessive movements, it did not show the slightest weakness.

"Zao-kun, it won't be long before I die, so why bother to kill them all."

The old man gasped and continued in a soothing tone: "Please spare the mortals in the village, please ......"

"I'm not Stove-kun, we've met."

The old man who burned the fire was stunned, he could be regarded as a person who had only met once in the demon cultivators in his hometown, and he had just entered the Taishang Qingtian of the Wusheng Sect.

"What do you want to do? I can't threaten you at all. ”

The old man who burned the fire was almost pleading, and the memory of the temple before his death still remained in his mind, and his whole body suddenly trembled.

"I didn't think about dealing with you, everything is ......"

"Ah!!h

The old man who burned the fire screamed miserably, a large amount of rotting flesh and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, his vitality became dim, and his body suddenly showed a tendency to collapse.

Li Mo could see that the restraint of the vacuum hometown on the rest of the demon cultivators was even more exaggerated.

has not mentioned that the unknown erosion has taken half of the life of the old man who burned the fire, which shows that the demon cultivators are all birds in the vacuum hometown.

Li Mo was firm in his desire to obtain the best spirit stone.

Only by imprinting the temple can he break away from his motherless mother and plan the resources of his hometown as an outsider.

"Old man on fire, do you hate?"

The old man who burned the fire lay flat on the ground and did not answer Li Mo's words.

"He can control the lives of hundreds of thousands of people at will, and make you a dispensable victim, are you really willing?"

"You... What do you want? ”

"The Rite of Life, I want to participate in the game of the Rite of Living."

The old man laughed and said, "Haha, it's so ambitious, but my cultivation is exhausted, where do I have the qualifications to contact the living festival." ”

"Is the cultivation of the weak crown period enough?"

"You ......"

The old man's eyes widened, and then he noticed that a maggot slowly crawled into his mouth and finally came to his chest.

The maggots quickly formed cocoons, and within a few breaths, they became a deformed middle dantian.

The old man's face was full of incredulity, and the maggots gradually melted in the cocoon, forming a turbid blood spiritual power that could be controlled by him.

【Tsukiji】

The foundation building insect can allow Li Mo to borrow spiritual power to others, but it is limited to the weak crown stage, and the other party must be able to withstand the erosion of spiritual power.

"Is it enough, a hundred years at most, and the spiritual power can't be refined."

"Enough is enough."

"There are still twenty years, and when it's time, I'm going to make him pay."

The old man muttered to himself, his eyes revealing indescribable resentment.

Li Mo nodded and said, "I can help you transfer the villagers, you know, once the living festival begins, it will never die." ”

"No need, I'll take my great-grandchild to a safe place by myself."

"The rest of the people believe in the order of the Stove King, they can't break away from the Birthless Religion, and you know the horrors of the Birthless Religion......"

The old man who burned the fire was like dying, babbling and talking, and suddenly as if he thought of something, his pupils dilated and shouted.

"You must not let your body and soul enter the ghost place of the Living Festival, once you enter, you are not yourself, remember."

"You must wait for me, you must wait for me."

"Okay."

Li Mo didn't understand the meaning of the old man's crazy words, but he didn't ask, after all, revealing any information about the hometown of the vacuum would make the old man die violently.

Am I not myself?

But there are not a few scattered cultivators who retreat from the realm of life and secret, what are they?

A sneer appeared at the corner of Li Mo's mouth, looking forward to what kind of carnival the so-called living festival was, and whether he could become the ultimate winner.

(End of chapter)