Li Mo waited until most of the Yuanying monks entered the secret realm before he quietly blended into the crowd and disappeared into the bronze giant gate.

This time the secret realm opened, and the number of monks participating in the exploration was indeed far beyond the ordinary.

There are nearly forty yuan infants, and the rest are all in the Dan stage.

"I'm afraid that the Wuzang Sword has misjudged the difficulty of the Shingon Sect's sword refining, otherwise it would not have tilted the resources of the entire sect, and as a result, there were few finished products."

And there are more than 100 monks who come out of the bronze giant gate, and only two of them carry flying swords.

However, the Wuzang Sword was still not satisfied, and finally turned to ashes in the crimson burn, and the progress of sword refining was significantly lower than expected.

"The cultivation system of Shingon Buddhism originates from ancient Buddhism, how can it be so easy to refine swords."

As soon as Li Mo passed through the bronze giant gate, he suddenly had the illusion that his body and soul were peeled off.

It's like going to the sub-instrument pie for the first time.。

I don't know how long it has been.

Li Mo gradually recovered his five senses, and the first time he called out the ghost tiger to escort him, but it was obviously a little difficult to communicate with the Ancient Holy Body.

He knew that he was already in a secret realm, and instinctively tensed his muscles.

Li Mo first noticed that he had almost lost control of the three-yuan baby, and in the special environment of the secret realm of the truth, the yuan baby invariably fell into a deep sleep, and it was difficult to use his spiritual power.

"Didn't you say that the Truth Secret Realm wasn't too dangerous?"

Fortunately for Li Mo, the magic weapon in his body can be driven by consuming flesh and blood, and the recovery power of the innate five realms is not a problem.

It's just that if you lack spiritual power, your power will definitely be reduced.

Li Mo opened his eyes and found that the surroundings were a dilapidated wing.

The décor has strong Buddhist overtones, such as the portrait of the Buddha hanging on the wall and the rising sandalwood tied to the eaves.

More than a dozen statues of monks stand in it, and the form is lifelike.

The appearance of the statue is slightly curious, full of deformed and horrific physical features, mainly superfluous arms, distributed in the rib cage.

The arms are shriveled and blackened, and the flesh structure is hollow like coral.

"Sango, one of the Seven Treasures of Shingon Sect, how does it not feel like it has been molded?"

Li Mo got up to check the statue, and noticed that the statue was actually a corpse, and the cause of death was a sharp weapon piercing the spine.

Before the Heavenly Sword Sect intervened, the Shingon Secret Realm was likely to be a small world that maintained the inheritance of the Shingon Sect, with a complete civilization.

There are not a few similar secret realms, and there are even secret realms with a population of more than one million.

Shingon Buddhism fled into a small world thousands of years ago, and as a result, the Seven Treasure Buddhas went completely insane, leaving them unable to escape the secret realm.

"Interesting, is the so-called sword refining forcibly destroying the inheritance of the Shingon Sect and giving birth to a Dao system that belongs to the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at everything in the room with a solemn gaze.

Knock knock.

Li Mo tapped the wall lightly, and the building was actually made of middle-grade spiritual materials, which were far stronger than middle-grade magic weapons.

He closed his eyes to communicate with the three-yuan baby.

Although the three-yuan infant has become silent, it can still barely communicate, which means that it can escape into the vacuum hometown with the help of the soul eater demon baby.

Now that there is a way back, Li Mo no longer worries too much.

He briefly inspected the chambers, and found only a few tattered books containing Buddhist scriptures.

Li Mo's gaze fell on the corpse, and the palm of his hand cracked open under the action of cancer cells, barely driving the Soul Eater Demon Infant to wake up.

It took him more than a dozen minutes just to put the corpse into the furnace.

"Whew."

Li Mo let out a breath, the small world has unique rules, the secret realm of Shingon is obviously applicable to the Shingon Sect, and the rest of the cultivation system can't even play one-twelfth.

He watched as the corpse turned to ashes, and for the first time the final Dao seed had no harvest.

The corpses of the monks seem to have completely lost their value, their organs are coralized, and the core of their brains is missing.

Li Mo was still thinking about obtaining the introductory exercises of the Shingon Sect.

The Shingon Sect exercises involve the Mud Pill Palace, and he is still very interested in reasoning, provided that there is no secret hand of Buddhism in the exercises.

Li Mo threw all the corpses into the small world of the corpse mountain.

Seeing that there were new residents, the herb monk stuffed the corresponding ingredients into his stomach to brew corpse wine at Zhang Guo's suggestion.

"It's a pity that the corpse no longer has nutrients, and it is barely used to make the corpse wine of the total horn period."

Li Mo was a little helpless, but it was purely cheap, and now the price of corpse wine has risen, so he doesn't have to worry about no sales.

The total horn period corpse wine has a short brewing time, and the profit generated is higher than that of the Yuan infant period corpse wine.

Li Mo walked out of the chamber slowly, and more and more monks' corpses came into view, all maintaining their movements before death.

Bright sunlight shines through the corridor windows, and outside the temple is a large wooded area, among which the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scene is like a paradise.

"As a small world, the secret realm of mantra cannot be exactly the same as the environment of the present world."

As soon as Li Mo stepped on the ground, the shadowed ghost tigers scattered and disappeared.

In the absence of spiritual power, the strength of the tattoo beast is greatly reduced, but it can still fight against the enemy's ordinary infancy, but the means are slightly lacking.

Li Mo jumped out of the window, bathed in the sunlight.

"Sure enough, it's a phantom array."

The temple has an artificially arranged magic circle, but it can be seen that it is not the Five Tibetan Sword, and the age of the magic circle should be made by Shingon Buddhism.

Li Mo came to the gate of the temple and kicked off a banyan tree with his foot.

The circle disappears.

The illusion vanished, and the temple was surrounded by jade walls a hundred meters away, and at first glance it seemed to be in the mustard seed space in a jade bottle.

The sunlight comes from the candle flame at the mouth of the bottle.

Li Mo could still faintly hear the sound of chanting scriptures coming from the mouth of the bottle.

After a few moments, the sound stopped abruptly.

The mouth of the bottle threw in some spiritual materials unique to Shingon Buddhism.

Li Mo knew why almost all the monks could return safely from the Truth Secret Realm, because as long as they didn't leave the jade bottle and stayed in the mustard seed space and waited for alms, they would be able to fill their bowls.

As soon as the deadline is up, you will get out of the secret realm, and the spiritual materials will be the same as giving them away for nothing.

"Good guy, really good guy."

Li Mo wandered around the temple and didn't find anything unusual, only the dense corpses of monks were placed everywhere.

More than 3,000 corpses have settled in the small world of Corpse Mountain, and the number of tombstones in the mountain range has increased again.

The spirit patterns of the corpse mountain have reached eight, and it is not far from being promoted to a medium-grade magic weapon, and the corpses of monks naturally have a promoting effect.

Ghost Tiger finished working on the monk's corpse and began to dig the temple.

The temples are all made of spiritual materials, with a total of three main halls and eighteen side halls, even Li Mo is reluctant to waste it so much.

Seeing this, the rest of the tattooed beasts went to help the ghost tiger.

The temple couldn't help but shake, and Li Mo calmly sat cross-legged at the gate, trying to strengthen the connection with the three-yuan baby.

Li Mo originally planned to practice in the secret realm and promote the twin infant to the corpse infant stage, but the original infant looked drowsy.

Boom Boom!

First, the Kun whale washed the temple with the current, and when the soil was soft, the golden toad turned into a little over 20 meters and bit the temple itself.

The rest of the tattooed beasts began to wreak havoc on the temple and sent the remains to Li Mo.

Li Mo ingested the spiritual materials into the small world of the corpse mountain in batches, and the emphasis was on the fact that a thief did not go empty, and he did not have the slightest intention of keeping his hands.

The spiritual materials in the small world of the corpse mountain soon bloomed with vitality.

For example, the golden paulownia wood, which forms the pillars of the beams, sprouts sprout in a few moments in the corpse mountain, and it doesn't take long for saplings to grow.

Li Mo also noticed that the soil was all inferior spiritual materials, and they were all collected into the small world of the corpse mountain.

"Buddhism is too rich, isn't it?"

The time of Shingon Buddhism's existence should be a thousand years before and after the drastic changes in heaven and earth.

As a fake Buddhist sect composed of evil sects of Buddhism, it can amass a lot of wealth, and it is difficult to imagine the wealth of the real Buddhism.

Isn't it true as the scriptures say?

The Buddha pressed the ground with his fingers, and there were three thousand worlds at once, and a number of hundreds of treasures were strictly decorated, such as the treasure solemn Buddha, and the immeasurable merit treasure solemn earth.

"You've come to the right place."

Li Mo's eyes flashed eagerly, he didn't care what kind of sword refining was not refining, it was the truth to gather enough resources from the secret realm.

"Yikes."

The red fox suddenly reminded Li Mo, and the latter came back to his senses.

I saw that after the soil was hollowed out, a strange white jade lotus throne was revealed, the whole looked like jade and flesh, and it looked like a woman's palace room if you looked closely.

"Wait."

"This place can't be used by Shingon Buddhism to breed monks, right?"

Li Mo had seen the scene of the mother furnace mass-producing the machine, and immediately thought of the possibility, and quickly confirmed it.

There is umbilical cord blood scale near the White Jade Lotus Throne, and one person can be produced every day before it is abandoned.

Shingon monks are supposed to receive babies in wooden barrels by digging wells.

After the baby grows up in the jade bottle, plus the Shingon sect exercises can be introduced, then they can leave the world in the bottle and go to the real secret realm.

"No wonder a bunch of men in the Shingon Sect can thrive in a small world, in a sense, the Shingon Sect is very similar to the Ziqi Sect."

Li Mo didn't make a move on the white jade lotus throne, this thing and the jade bottle are one, if it is destroyed, the movement caused is too great.

Besides, it was not as useful to him as a few monk corpses.

"Let's go, let's go outside."

The tattooed beasts burrowed back into their skins one after another, leaving the ghost tiger alone to wrap Li Mo.

The shadow climbed up along the bottle, as the Ghost Tiger was unable to use its spiritual power, making it very difficult for the claws to support the smooth bottle.

It took most of the day before Li Mo came to the mouth of the bottle.

The ghost tiger rested for a moment, and took Li Mo to carefully drill out of the bottle, and his eyes suddenly opened up, and a rich aura came to his face.

Outside is a crowded town.

There is a shrine every ten meters or so on the street, and the shrine is dedicated to the jade bottle.

Li Mo looked at it at a glance, there were hundreds of spirit shrines on the street where he was alone, and there must be monks who had come to explore the secret realm.

"Ugh."

Li Mo noticed that the heads of the people who came and went were mutilated, the exposed brain tissue was made of Qibao material, and the hands and feet were as slender as long swords.

He communicated with the three-yuan baby, and reluctantly released his divine sense to sweep over.

In the thousands of people who came into their eyes, there was actually a natal flying sword parasitic, but the speed of conception was very slow.

At the current rate, it will take at least twenty years to take shape.

Not to mention, the flying sword does not meet the expectations of the Wuzang Sword at all, and the Wuzang Sword may not be able to deliver a reasonable answer in another hundred years.

"Huh."

"It should be the White Bone Sect that cut off the vitality of the White Jade Lotus Throne in the jade bottle, resulting in no new monks, and the Wuzang Sword had to invest more than 200,000 people."

"As a result, sword refining has come to a standstill."

(End of chapter)