After Zhang Guo swallowed the Bodhi Fruit, his mouth began to emit slurred words, and then his body swelled uncontrollably.

Some of its roots are digging into the soil, and it looks a little unusual.

“……”

Li Mo hurriedly released his divine sense to check Zhang Guo's situation.

Zhang Guo's importance to the small world of Corpse Mountain is self-evident, and it has at least half of the credit for the small world to be prosperous today.

At the same time, Zhang Guo plays the role of the Dao Ancestor, once he dies without knowing it, the grass and wood monks of different spiritual genera will definitely have internal strife.

Fortunately, the Bodhi fruit did not affect Zhang Guo's life.

Li Mo could feel that the essence of Zhang Guo's body was concentrating on his back, and at the same time, his spiritual wisdom had indeed increased greatly in a short period of time.

His palms were spread out, and the spiritual energy gushing out of the corpse mountain nourished Zhang Guo.

Zhang Guo's more than a dozen heads shook unconsciously, and after absorbing a few breaths of aura, he was promoted to the middle stage of the weak crown, and his roots waved.

Li Mo saw that the trajectory of the root whiskers had a unique Dao rhyme, and there was a faint shadow of the magic circle, and his eyes showed thoughtfulness.

The Bodhi fruit lasted for half a day before Zhang Guo got out of the state of epiphany.

Just a Bodhi fruit will save Zhang Guo at least a few decades.

Li Mo couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

I thought that the Bodhi fruit had a more miraculous use, but it seems that it is far inferior to the Peiyuan fruit.

"Wow."

Zhang Guo didn't know what he was talking about, knelt down and kowtowed to Li Mo, and pointed his arm at his back.

Li Mo swept over Zhang Guo, but still didn't find it, "Zhang Guo, you go back to the small world of Corpse Mountain to retreat, and first stabilize your cultivation." ”

After all, the Truth Secret Realm is full of Great Sun spiritual power, and it is not suitable for the cultivation of grass and tree monks.

Li Mo ingested Zhang Guo into the main peak of the small world of Corpse Mountain, and the latter stood on the top of the mountain scratching his head, and after a while, he closed his eyes to absorb the spiritual energy of the wood genus.

"Huh?"

Li Mo looked surprised.

He originally thought that the Bodhi Fruit was only limited to blessing spiritual wisdom, but he inadvertently noticed that Zhang Guo's efficiency in absorbing spiritual energy was obviously getting faster.

Li Mo's eyebrow turned clockwise, and then he noticed the clue.

In Zhang Guo's body, a little rice grain sized Acquired Wood Spirit Root actually grew, which could help it communicate with the aura of the outside world.

"I see, the Bodhi fruit can give birth to the existing spiritual root, and if there is no spiritual root physique, it can be derived from the acquired spiritual root."

In addition to Zhang Guo's cultivation, the acquired spiritual root is also slowly being completed.

However, according to Li Mo's estimate, it will take at least eight or nine hundred years to be complete, and if you swallow the Bodhi fruit, it will be about twenty.

Li Mo licked his lips, took out a Bodhi fruit and threw it into his mouth.

Under the attention of his divine sense, he could clearly see that the Bodhi fruit was spreading out from the blood, and was absorbed by his various spiritual roots along the blood vessels.

Including the five visceral corpse spirit root, the brain Buddha spirit root, the furnace gold spirit root, and the temple yin spirit root.

The nourishment of the spiritual root is not obvious, but it has nothing to do with the Bodhi fruit, it is purely that Li Mo's foundation is too strong, and the spiritual root is far beyond the ordinary.

If you change to any monk, you will benefit a lot.

A trace of excitement flashed in Li Mo's eyes, and then he threw it in the direction of the bottle.

Before the rest of the tattooed beasts could react, the ghost tiger opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the Bodhi fruit with a smug expression.

Roar!!

The world in the bottle suddenly jumped, and even the golden toad, who had been quiet all along, couldn't help but surround Li Mo's side.

They begged for the bodhi fruit.

The candle dragon was the most courageous, and grabbed the corner of Li Mo's clothes and dragged him around, wanting to drag the latter out of the wine pool and feed Uncle Long.

"Come one by one, now you are not unscrupulous, you are in a dangerous secret realm, it is impossible for you to be unscrupulous."

After pacifying the tattooed beasts, Li Mo couldn't help but observe the situation of the ghost tiger.

The ghost tiger leaned over the mouth of the bottle, and a whimpering whisper came from his mouth, and the Yin Spirit Root, which was also the size of a grain of rice, slowly grew in his body.

When the Yin Spirit Root first saw the beginning, the Ghost Tiger's control of spiritual power greatly increased.

"Yes, even if you don't use your arm to summon the tattoo beast, with the blessing of the acquired spirit root, they can stay in the outside world for a long time."

And he had a hunch that once the tattoo beast had a complete acquired spirit root, it should give birth to an extraordinary transformation.

Li Mo was very satisfied.

The only trouble is that the tattoo beast completes the spiritual root to obtain fifty Bodhi fruits, and the seven-headed tattoo beast is conservatively estimated to have more than three hundred pieces.

After he finished harvesting the wool of the White Bone Sect, he also obtained more than 100 Bodhi fruits.

Li Mo couldn't help but look at the pillar of flesh, after missing a large amount of nutrients out of thin air, he looked sluggish, and the tissues dissolved from time to time.

The number of flying swords in the city has intensified.

The people wailed incessantly, and one after another, the flying swords that had not yet taken shape burst out of their bodies and joined the blockade of the twenty-four Arhats.

The Secret Realm of Truth is in ruins, full of mortals who are not yet dead.

Li Mo quietly absorbed the aura of the Great Sun, while paying attention to the recent situation of the secret realm.

For the next half a month, the White Bone Sect did not make any moves, and seemed to realize that there was a third force hidden in the secret realm of the true word.

The proportion of the Great Sun Reiki has stagnated, remaining at eighty-two.

The Yuanying Cultivators had already gotten out of the predicament, cooperating with each other to arrange the magic circle to resist the sword array, but they didn't dare to take out the flying sword in their bodies.

Someone tried to suppress the flying sword, but was immediately chopped into pieces by the rain of swords above his head.

The twenty-four Arhats sat cross-legged in place, attacking only the flying sword within thirty meters of their bodies, reciting deep and difficult scriptures in their mouths.

They strictly follow the rules of Shingon Buddhism.

Even if the Seven Treasure Buddhas are nowhere to be found, and the foreign enemy has come to the hinterland of the secret realm, the expressions of the twenty-four Arhats are still eternal.

The Flame Elder was in the eye of the array, and it seemed that he instinctively felt that the sword array was enough.

Rumble!

A flying sword suddenly went towards the kowtow Arhat, engulfing the Arhat in an instant, and the twenty-four Arhats immediately released their Buddha power to resist.

As a result, the flying sword lasted for half a breath and was withdrawn.

The Yuanying Monk gasped and kowtowed to the Arhat's Heavenly Spirit cover, and at some point he inserted a broken flying sword.

"Amitabha."

The twenty-four Arhats only had a sense of crisis at this time, but it was obviously too late, and the sword array directly rolled up the wind and sand, and the secret realm was shrouded in dust.

The Yuan Infant Monks could hear the screeching sound of metal colliding, as well as the movement of the twenty-four Arhats when they struck, and the sword rain was sparse.

Sword refining has entered the next stage, and the Wuzang Sword has begun to target the twenty-four Arhats.

The Flame Elder continued to accumulate the sword formation, repeating the thoughts that had been engraved in his subconscious before his death, but it was obvious that his progress was lagging behind.

If you successfully parasitize the twenty-four Arhats with the flying sword, most of the purpose of the Five Tibetan Swords will be achieved.

The Great Sun Aura of the White Bone Sect was still stuck in an embarrassing eighty-two, and the people behind the scenes in the shadows had already faintly sensed that something was wrong.

It seems that there is a pair of hands invisibly, balancing the White Bone Sect and the Wuzang Sword.

"It's half a step away from the fake pill period."

Li Mo opened his eyes, and was leisurely promoted to the late stage of the weak crown, and the cranial nerves were also being repeatedly destroyed, which could carry more spiritual power.

It's okay to use the tonic wine when it's exhausted, and it is directly ripened with the medicinal power of Peiyuan fruit.

Li Mo had the illusion of stealing other people's resources to practice, and he couldn't help but feel dark in his heart, and he continued to absorb the nutrients of the meat pillar.

However, the White Bone Sect obviously has the intention of temptation, so it does not provide much nutrients.

In order to ensure the sustainability of resources, Li Mo maintained the proportion of absorption at about forty percent, which should be within the range that the White Bone Sect could bear.

"The water flows for a long time, and the Bodhi fruit is almost two hundred."

Li Mo let out a strange laugh, the medicinal power of Peiyuan Fruit has also reached more than five thousand years, and the Peiyuan Fruit on the branches is as warm as jade, emitting a faint light.

Just by looking at it, I can't suppress my appetite in the bottom of my heart.

Li Mo secretly planned the use of Pei Yuan Guo's medicinal power, and the promotion of the three magic weapons to the middle grade was estimated to be a certainty.

However, that was after leaving the secret realm, and now he still takes the time to practice.

The Great Day Aura accounts for eighty-five percent.

Six of the twenty-four Arhats have fallen and become containers for the Wenyang Flying Sword.

The Great Day Aura accounts for ninety out of one.

The area of the Glazed Pure Land began to shrink, and half of the Arhats of the Shingon Sect fell, but the size of the sword array also decreased.

Elder Shi Shen had no choice but to send the mortals of Wumiao Town to the secret realm.

The Great Day Aura accounts for ninety-five.

Li Mo finally broke through to the Fake Pill Stage with difficulty, perhaps because of the relationship between the Phosphorescent Buddha Spiritual Root, and the quality of the Fake Pill bred was extremely high.

The Great Day Aura accounts for ninety out of four.

That's right, Li Mo saw that the aura was about to snowball, and he picked up a wave of wool, and the number of Bodhi fruits was more than enough to be used as a tattoo beast.

The two-way game in the secret realm has also reached the most critical moment.

Li Mo resolutely stopped interfering, and completed the knot of the Great Ri's spiritual power, and asked the ghost tiger to bury the cancerous spirit shrine as deep as possible.

Wait until the great day is full of spiritual energy in the secret realm.

Unexpectedly, the White Bone Sect did not stop the continuation of sword refining.

During the flow of the aura of the Great Sun, the Arhats of the Shingon Sect were instead restricted, and the remaining Arhats were smoothly parasitized by the flying sword, and everything returned to peace.

Elder Ember frowned, staring at the secret realm in confusion.

Beside him were thousands of terrified mortals, crowded in the corners of the world in the bottle, and the Five Tibetan Swords entered and exited the secret realm through the shrine.

"...... in the end"

Before Elder Ember could speak, he turned his head consciously.

The cold spiritual power is wanton.

I saw that a large number of mortals were peeling off their own flesh and skin, revealing a pair of skeletons, how could Elder Ember not recognize the Demon Cultivator of the White Bone Sect.

"It's a pity that there is a small mess up my plan, otherwise it would have gone more smoothly."

The Bone Desolate Daoist motioned to fellow demon cultivators to go to the town to be on guard.

Elder Ember wanted to use his spiritual power, but found that it was difficult to control his body, and his consciousness sank into darkness forever in regret.

"Let's take over the sword refining, we have to finish it before the Heavenly Sword Gate comes."

When the Bone Desolate Daoist mentioned the Heavenly Sword Gate, his words revealed irrepressible reverence, and the rest of the demon cultivators also had fanatical expressions.

"Well, the Heavenly Sword Gate is above."

The layout of the White Bone Sect was hundreds of years ahead of the Five Tibetan Sword.

Driven by them, the bones of the twenty-four Arhats began to proliferate, and their flesh and blood collapsed as they gathered towards the center of the town.

The sword array also took the initiative to participate in it.

Ten days later.

A 100-meter-sized brain-shaped Buddha spirit root was formed, and the whole was made of gold, and the Great Sun aura frantically surged towards the Buddha spirit root.

The Bone Desolate Daoist muttered, "It's done, it's done." ”

At this time.

A terrifying suction force emerged from the depths of the earth, robbing the aura of the secret realm.

The Buddha's light overflowed, and for a while, the giant Buddha spirit root was suppressed.

The bones are like chickens.

Because he noticed that this was clearly a sign of Jindan's newborn.

"What the hell?"

Push a friend's "Strange Immortals", talk about the strange essays of the wind and the wind, set with the weird cultivation of immortals as the core, but there is a "order" painting style under the Xiandao Dynasty, book friends who like the classical wind gods and strange texts, you can go and see, it has 650,000 words, and it can be slaughtered

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