For Li Mo, the iron thorn indefinite finger is not very difficult at all, but the cultivation system involved in it is very interesting.

He transplanted the head of the mountain monarch on Li Baoquan's body, and without the assistance of a doctor, he spent a few breaths to reorganize the blood vessels and muscles.

Don't look at the iron thorn indefinite finger is just the basic martial arts in the mouth of the pavilion, but it has benefited a lot from the medical skills, and the concept of brain transformation and the Shingon sect exercises complement each other.

"I can't figure it out, the real inheritance of the Wusheng Sect is inside."

Li Mo digested the iron thorn without a fixed finger, since the small world of the corpse mountain transformed into a medium-grade magic weapon, the importance of the spell has exceeded the resources.

"Ahem, ahem."

Li Baoquan then regained consciousness, as if he had just experienced a near-death experience.

He opened his heavy eyelids, and the mandrill was playing with his mountain head.

"Wow, wow, wow."

The mandrill let out a mocking laugh, constantly comparing how funny the beast head was, and seeing that no one paid attention to him, he returned to Li Mo's shoulder.

Li Baoquan looked at Li Mo, his ordinary figure coincided with the demon in his memory, fear devoured his mind, and he couldn't stop trembling.

He struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't move from the neck down.

Li Baoquan didn't resent others, but he just felt that luck was not good, and it was a blessing in misfortune to be able to save a life.

Hey, I can't ask for a way.

He had already guessed his fate, after all, the Sanxiu family liked to engage in ancestor worship, and the ancestral hall would be full of people who had been handled.

Whenever there is a rise and fall of the family, the heirs will awaken the heads of the ancestors.

In order to negotiate a solution.

Li Baoquan didn't want to be a member of the ancestral hall, so he took the risk to enter the Tao with the help of the poisoned clothes Qinghongfang, but the result was empty.

Li Mo turned his head and said, "Open the window to breathe." ”

A doctor hurriedly opened the window, and the foul-smelling poisonous smoke wafted in.

Han Cai stared at Li Baoquan, even though it had been a while since the operation ended, he still didn't know about Li Baoquan's situation.

"Ugh!"

Li Baoquan's pupils were dilated, and there was a faint burning between his mouth and nose.

The faint poisonous smoke poured down his throat into his organs, corroding his flesh and blood while making his physique more in line with the poisonous spiritual energy.

In a sense, the introductory method of Qinghongfang can create a cultivation physique, but there is still a gap between it and the acquired Dao body.

"Really?"

Han Cai muttered in disbelief.

He knew how complex the human brain was, and that after being eroded by death and disease, the cranial nerves atrophied and decayed, and the structure would become more difficult to distinguish.

As a result, Li Baoquan was in Li Mo's hands, and it only took more than ten minutes to complete the transformation.

"The Iron Thorn Indefinite Finger is indeed a basic martial art, yes, it's not difficult."

Han Cai was shocked, but he couldn't help but smile on his face, nothing can compare, the disciple is better than the blue.

"Master Han, the poison clothes are actually divided into two parts: inside and outside."

Li Mo's mind moved slightly, and one by one the white bone spiders climbed to the ceiling and tied each joint of Li Baoquan with spider silk.

Li Baoquan trembled with fright, and his body moved like a marionette.

Under Li Mo's control, Li Baoquan was tossing and turning in the room, and the indefinite fingers of the iron thorns began to gradually intensify.

"Brain surgery performed by mortals belongs to the internal strength of martial arts."

Li Baoquan felt that the poisonous gas in his body was circulating in the blood vessels according to a specific trajectory, and then his body became thin and withered little by little.

He didn't even have the courage to call for help, and his expression was full of despair.

"Look ......"

Li Mo seemed to have discovered some new continent, and pointed to Li Baoquan's chest with interest, and there was a trace of aura contaminated between the operation of the poisonous gas.

Han Cai frowned.

Although he had happened to see the poison cultivator performing martial arts, at least the realm was in the general horn stage.

After the poison gas was carried out for a long time, with the law of practice that Li Mo had figured out, it poured into Li Baoquan's right arm, and the flesh and bones began to alienate.

In a short period of time, his right arm turned into a mountain monarch's finger.

Li Baoquan didn't feel pain, but he could sense the loss of control of his body.

"Shangxian, the villain is willing to pay more medium-grade spirit stones, begging for ......"

Before Li Baoquan finished speaking, Shanjun's fingertips threw out a stream of venom, which appeared in a linear shape after leaving his body, and went straight towards Han Cai's chest.

Han Cai didn't react and took the initiative to catch Li Baoquan's blow.

"Mortals can actually cast spells, and the power has reached the first level of the total horn stage, what kind of existence is behind Qinghongfang?"

"Not a spell, to be exact."

Li Mo poured some corpse wine into Li Baoquan's mouth, and then wiped the neck of the latter.

only heard a click, the spine was reset, Li Baoquan suddenly regained control of his body, and the corpse wine made up for the loss.

The alienation of Li Baoquan's right arm is also gone, but the skin is covered with bruises.

Han Cai reacted, "The external power part of the iron thorn has no definite fingers? ”

Li Mo explained: "That's right, when the internal strength refining body is small, and the stomach and intestines accumulate a large amount of poisonous water, the confinement hall will teach them external skills." ”

Han Cai clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "The combination of internal and external is equivalent to our fellow practitioners in the arts, and it is the time to enter the immortal path. ”

"There should be a special realm division for mortals, right?"

Han Cai shook his head helplessly and said: "I don't pay too much attention to this, Miaoshou Ju and Jinhong Pavilion only come into contact occasionally." ”

"I know ......"

Li Baoquan said weakly: "Back to the immortal masters, there is indeed a saying that the confinement hall has internal and external strength, and only mastering internal strength is called an acquired martial artist, and internal and external dual cultivation is an innate martial artist." ”

Li Mo narrowed his eyes.

Just the two words of the acquired nature make the book of creation throbbing.

In the ancient immortal cultivation world, mortal martial arts were indeed distinguished by the acquired innate nature, and if the innate went further, there was hope for stepping into the qi cultivation period.

Ninth Senior Sister Ruoshui is the best among the martial artists.

Ruoshui only entered the Tao at the age of eighty, and had been mainly practicing martial arts before, and in the mortal world at that time, his reputation was even far greater than that of the immortals in the temple.

The most talked-about thing is that Ruoshui killed a Qi Practitioner at the age of seventy-five.

It's a pity that her talent for the five spiritual roots is too poor, and she finally entered the Tao with the help of the means of the Demon Gate, and the follow-up experience is a bit obscure.

Ruoshui barely built a foundation, and returned to his hometown to enjoy his old age before Shouyuan dried up.

Li Mo was already sure that even if Qinghongfang was not founded by the Twelve Immortals, it was closely related to them, and he didn't know what the plan was.

Li Baoquan suddenly understood.

I may have encountered the only immortal fate in this life, and the strength of the old man in front of me may be far beyond imagination, and I am afraid that it is already the realm of land immortals.

Through the internal strength of the iron thorn without definite fingers, the external strength can be deduced, which is incredible with Li Baoquan's shallow vision.

The doctors were completely convinced, and they were worthy of being the old man of Qingshan who made the Heavenly Sword Gate look high.

Han Cai leaned against the wall, stared at the bustling street, and asked in a curious tone, "What should I do next?" ”

"I want to think about it."

Li Baoquan said nervously: "Villain, I... Can you help all the immortals? ”

Li Mo looked at Li Baoquan, and said in the latter's apprehension: "You should know the scattered cultivation family in the city, right?" ”

"Yes, yes."

"You can talk to some powerful old people, I can provide opportunities for cultivation."

Li Baoquan kept nodding, and after taking the initiative to make a demon oath, he walked out of the Miaoshou House in a trance, only feeling that he was reborn.

Li Mo's idea was simple.

Regardless of the purpose of the Twelve Immortals, let's talk about bringing the scattered cultivation to our side.

In this way, it is easier to plan interests, and at the same time, it can prevent foreign forces from picking peaches and suddenly interfering in the poison-clothed Qinghongfang.

"Master Han, do you recognize any poison cultivators in the hall?"

"What's wrong?"

"I just want to ask for a few poison tricks, even if it's basic."

Li Mo took out a Bodhi fruit and threw it out as he spoke, and the mandrill swallowed it with a smile on his face, and then danced in the house.

The internal power of poison clothing for brain transformation is very consistent with Dari Jindan; Imitate the external power of beasts, and it is related to the Chaos Beast Baby.

Maybe you can create a primordial infant spell.

Li Mo's Dari Jindan was still early enough to break the pill and become an infant, but it did not prevent him from deducing the method in advance after discovering a suitable cultivation system.

"I'll try it, the poison cultivators in Qinghongfang have low hands and high eyes, and they are estimated to be coercive and tempting, but you can rest assured of one thing."

"The master of the confinement hall has a Yuan infant cultivation, but he is stupid and stupid, and he will be carried out by his disciples to parade the streets every three or five times, which is ridiculous."

Han Cai looked at the mandrill in surprise, the latter had been extremely excited since he ate the spirit fruit given by Li Mo.

The mandrill became unstable and let out a rapid cry from its mouth.

It bared its teeth and leaped onto the eaves, its body hidden in the dead end of its vision.

When he poked his head out again, the appearance of the mandrill was somewhat similar to that of the mountain king, and he exuded a breath of iron thorns and uncertain fingers.

The mandrill smashed his fist, and the poisonous gas overflowed, which was exactly the same as the external skill displayed by Li Baoquan.

"Hehe, this kid is in the hall, is it equivalent to a genius?"

Li Mo knocked the mandrill back to its original form, and discovered that the poison clothes of the alienated body were easy for the mandrill that could be arbitrarily distorted.

Where is the need for brain modification? Bodhi fruit into the throat, at a glance!

Han Cai wanted to speak and stopped, could it be that the qualifications of the spirit beast would follow the master, and he usually didn't see that the mandrill was even smart.

The two talked about the arrangement of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce in Qinghongfang, and unconsciously half of the day passed.

Li Mo also waited for the lord to parade through the streets, and understood why Han Cai was so disdainful of the hall, and the poisonous cultivation was indeed ridiculous everywhere.

It's like a beggar who picks up a piece of dog's head gold, on the one hand, he is afraid that others will rob him, and on the other hand, he wants to show his financial strength.

The sound of gongs and drums was endless, and countless beast-headed mortals gathered on both sides of the street.

"There are four confinement halls in the poison clothes Qinghong Fang, and the Jinhong confinement hall we settled in is the weakest, and the main one... It's hard to put into words. ”

There were hundreds of poisonous cultivators carrying the iron frame, and above it was a mass of rotten meat more than ten meters long.

The surface of the rotten flesh is covered with all kinds of fingers, and at the same time, with the help of the fingers, it absorbs poisonous spiritual energy.

Li Mo barely managed to find the head of the Lord, it was a seemingly ordinary mountain monarch head, and his mouth was muttering indistinctly.

"Hungry, hungry, hungry."

After being confined to the main street for a while, it was moved back to the backyard of the Jinhong Pavilion.

Li Mo was amazed, what kind of acquired creation is the master, there is no cultivation, and it is difficult to even move.

(End of chapter)