The rain rained without warning.

The last breath is still shining under the sun, and the next breath is already covered by dark clouds.

"Taboo, taboo in the sky, is there a night wanderer out of control?"

The pupils of the Baishuo Daoist shrank.

He has been in the Great Nichi Kenzuka for 500 years, but he has never seen a change in the climate, and it has always been a slightly dry and hot summer.

Rain?

Unless you go to the [Water Source] of the Twenty-Eight Sword Shrines, there will be no rain.

The Baishuo Dao people fell into a trance for a while.

When the water droplets hit the ground, it should be evaporated by the high temperature coming out of the cracks in the floor tiles, but it turned out to be otherwise.

Bang.

There was a muffled sound, and a shallow hole was smashed on the surface of the floor tiles.

The raindrops were not lost at all, they flowed like mercury, and you could still smell the indescribable smell of corpses coming from them.

Another drop.

Bai Shuo Dao didn't react in time, and the raindrops fell straight on the raised right arm.

In all the Dao traditions of the Great Day Sword Shrine, the Taiji Sword Body belongs to the golden oil, and it also has a certain gain in the strength of the physical body.

Bai Shuo Dao people originally thought that since the raindrops could not even break the floor tiles, they would not cause losses to themselves, so they did not take away their right hand.

As a result, a sizzling sound came.

The flesh and bones of the Baishuo Dao people seemed to be vulnerable, and the moment the raindrops touched, it was like a hot knife cutting butter, and it was directly penetrated.

The problem was that he didn't seem to notice anything unusual himself.

Bai Shuo Dao subconsciously raised his head.

The rain began to intensify.

"Can the inner door of the Heavenly Sword Gate cover an area? Is there a mistake, eat dry rice during the practice period? ”

Li Mo stepped out with his right foot, and in an instant, he went back and forth in the courtyard, and the Baishuo Daoist was also taken to the main hall, and his expression recovered from a trance.

The smell of corpses emitted by the raindrops obviously has the effect of confusing the mind.

Immediately afterwards, just like the mortal Jiangnan town, the drizzle began to wash the Ziyang Palace.

The Taoist temple is made of the condensation of the blood vessels of the Great Sun Sword Shrine, and the toughness is comparable to a pseudo-magic weapon, and the raindrops cannot hurt the building of the Ziyang Temple.

But what gave Li Mo a headache was that the rainwater had been accumulating in the courtyard.

"Fuck."

Li Mo snorted.

Although the stagnant water is blocked by the buildings, the flow trajectory is clearly oriented to the northwest, as if it is inexplicably attracted.

"It's northwest again, and eighty percent is the area near the Purple Sun Palace."

Li Mo looked around, and the smell of corpses was overwhelming.

Because the rain is light, the stagnant water has not yet formed a river, and most of them are heading northwest along the streets and alleys.

But there is also some rainwater, which turns into a pool in the courtyard.

"Baishuo, are you alright?"

"I ......"

Li Mo looked at Bai Shuo Daoren's right hand, and the rain directly penetrated the flesh and bones, but it did not cause injuries, leaving only a hole.

It seems that the pit is a defect that Baishuo Dao people are born with.

As soon as Li Mo raised his hand, the salamander phantom came behind him, and the vitality poured into the body of the Baishuo Dao person, but the pit showed no signs of healing.

He did not believe in evil and directly used superficial surgery for flesh and blood transplantation.

The operation was only half-breathing, and the freshly filled flesh was rotting away in the blink of an eye.

Li Mo transplanted elsewhere in Baishuo Daoren, and the latter's body did not appear to be rejected, indicating that the taboo was only for the body that came into contact.

Bai Shuo Dao people's faces were pale, if the raindrops were a little bit more off, and they would fall on the middle dantian in the chest and abdomen, and the Dharma body outside the body would have to be hit hard.

"Baishuo, don't move, the taboo brought by the rain is very tricky, and it is unknown whether there will be a hidden impact."

Li Mo didn't believe in evil, and opened his mouth to spit out tens of thousands of white bone spiders.

The scalp of the Baishuo Dao people was numb.

It is worthy of being born in the Immortal Sect, and the methods of the Thirteen Immortals reveal evil everywhere, and the white bone spider does not have the slightest trace of magic.

"Thank you Senior Brother Tai for saving me in time, otherwise it would not only be physically damaged."

Sword cultivators all have a consensus, even if the physical body is out of control, it doesn't matter, anyway, after being promoted to the Heavenly Palace period, you can choose to give up the physical body.

The Baishuo Daoist noticed that the white bone spider crawled between the flesh and bones, forcibly extending the flesh and bones of the right arm at the microscopic level.

He couldn't help but be deeply shocked by Li Mo's divine sense manipulation.

More than a thousand white bone spiders were operated on at the same time, which could not be explained by a sentence of "divine sense strength", no wonder they could control the sword qi in the sky.

Li Mo didn't have to worry either, and he seemed to be at ease.

However, all means are useless, and even through the aberration of cancer cells, plus the innate essence cooperates with each other, it still does not work.

"Ahhh......hh

A terrible scream rang out in the air.

Li Mo looked up, and a bone-chilling chill appeared on his back.

Yijian Xiu didn't expect the disaster, and not long ago he was still in a Taoist temple on a big night tour, and seeing that it was getting late, he had to force his way out.

He wasn't prepared enough, and the rain struck his body to pieces.

The whole body was full of dense pits, but the sword cultivation consciousness was still awake, and he watched himself disappear little by little.

His left foot fell, and his limbs were still struggling as they detached from his body.

Obviously, even if eighty percent of the flesh and bones had disappeared into the rain, sword cultivation could still control the limbs and organs.

"Save me, save me, ah!!hh

The Dharma body outside the body was revealed, and the scorching sword intent blocked the raindrops, but it was too late.

The sword cultivator in the distraction period was reduced to fragments of stumps scattered on the eaves in just a dozen breaths, and the eyes not far away were filled with fear.

In the end, the sword cultivation disappeared completely.

This person's body and death Dao can be regarded as waking up all sword cultivators, and one after another sword intent protects the main hall of the Taoist temple, and the Ziyang Hall falls into a dead silence.

Li Mo sneered.

"None of the Heavenly Palace Sword Cultivators are in the Purple Yang Palace, so they should have discovered the trouble in advance."

"What is the northwest area?"

"Yes, Fire Spirit Temple."

"Do you still remember that the sword cultivator of the Heavenly Palace Period has been exploring the northwest before, eighty percent of the Fire Spirit Hall has fallen, and the Purple Sun Hall is just affected."

The permanent damage caused by the raindrops is completely unpreventable.

Li Mo's physical strength was not comparable to that of a hundred Shuo Dao people, but he also felt powerless to parry it when facing the rain.

Fortunately, the sword intent can deal with it, otherwise it would be unrealistic to expect the protection of the Taoist temple.

"Oooh oh ......"

The crowing of roosters near night echoed in the Ziyang Temple.

Bai Shuo Daoren's face was jealous, "Senior Brother Taiji, the Taoist temple is not airtight, and sooner or later the rain will pour in through the cracks in the doors and windows. ”

"I'll be in charge of resisting the rain, the karma Daoist will be able to get out of the customs in ten years at most, and I will take turns guarding with him when the time comes."

"No, you don't."

Qiang.

Li Mo didn't reply, pulled out the Phantom Fish Sword and walked towards the entrance and exit of the main hall.

The waterhole in the courtyard is already ten meters in size, and the raindrops are still converging, pressing the ground and causing a slight depression.

Looking at the entire Ziyang Palace, aren't the Taoist temples no different from water basins?

The source of the taboo is still in the Fire Spirit Palace, they can only let the taboo spread, and the Heavenly Sword Sect must be based on dealing with the Fire Spirit Hall first.

"Annoying, annoying."

"But it's okay, there is no Heavenly Palace Period to disturb people, and it is more convenient to obtain the inheritance of the Dao system."

Li Mo muttered to himself, came to the edge of the eaves, the breath of his whole body rioted, and the Phantom Fish Sword trembled uncontrollably.

"Senior brother."

Bai Shuo Dao people just wanted to open their mouths to stop it.

Li Mo had not yet mastered the Taiji Sword Body, and it was the time when he needed to retreat and precipitate, so there was no need to waste his energy on maintaining the sword intent.

Rumble.

A fiery heat wave is blowing in your face.

"It's not the sword intent of the yang genus, how do you feel the fire genus, it's impossible to ......"

The Baishuo Dao people couldn't even open their eyes, and barely noticed that the tattooed beast phantoms beside Li Mo had retreated.

Only the Red Fox Phantom stood in place, its flaming tail flicking slightly.

The Tattoo Beast itself descends.

As if walking out of a painting, the red fox gradually turned from virtual to real, and the flames mixed with sword qi spread out, making the mountain view extremely eye-catching.

Sword Intent [Demon Fire]

Li Mo shook his sword, and the red fox jumped out of the main hall directly.

The air twisted, and the white bone linden crackled.

Even if the demon fire sword intent is not medium, but with the blessing of the Great Wilderness Immortal Body, the fire has spread to every corner of the Mountain Temple.

"Yikes."

The red fox could detect a large number of eyes on him, and waved the nine-tails proudly.

The sword cultivators had witnessed Li Mo summoning the beast flying sword, but this time the feeling they had was completely different, like a beast but not a beast, like a sword instead of a sword.

It is rumored that the qualifications and comprehension of the Thirteen Immortals are unprecedented in ancient and modern times, and it seems to be true.

Because Li Mo's methods obviously did not originate from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and there was a high probability that they created their own, they couldn't help but suppress their fear of rain.

With such a heavenly pride, how could the Heavenly Sword Sect give it up at will.

"Mandrill, you can go too, it's always reluctant to rely on the red fox alone."

As soon as Li Mo's words fell, the main hall shook slightly, and an ape more than 100 meters old held a white bone stick and leaned over to get out of the gate.

The mandrill threw the bone stick at random, then leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

The white bone rod landed heavily in the center of the mountain view, and the ground couldn't help but ripple, and dark green poisonous swamp mud gushed out of the cracks in the bricks.

The swamp mud contains a vicious sword intent, and by the way, it guides the rain out of the Taoist temple.

After the Great Wilderness Immortal Body fused with the Na Yuan Body, the Tattoo Beast did not need to provide its own spiritual power.

If the Tattoo Beast's spiritual power is exhausted, it can return to the small world of the Corpse Mountain at any time to replenish, and it is not difficult to use the phantom of the outside world to maintain the sword intent.

All the sword cultivators invariably noticed that Li Mo was surrounded by seven fierce beasts, and the one that made their hearts palpitate the most was the human-faced candle dragon.

One beast and one sword intent, or seven types of spirits.

What kind of comprehension qualifications can be comprehended at the same time, and still keep the body and soul from getting out of control in the erosion of sword intent.

Night falls.

Only a dozen or so sword ghosts left the Taoist temple, and then disappeared in the rain.

Sword ghosts have the instinct to avoid disasters, and the Ziyang Palace has been shrouded in taboos that far surpass themselves, so they naturally will not die in vain.

Li Mo put his mind at ease, turned around and walked into the main hall.

"Remember to tell Ye Zhuo the specific situation, so as not to let the two fools go out in a hurry."

The mood of the Baishuo Dao people was calmed, and they stood in the courtyard with their natal flying sword in their hands, using the fear of rain to hone their Dao hearts.

The doors and windows of the main hall were closed.

For Li Mo, the impending outbreak of death during the fateful period is the key, and the organs that are activated from time to time are simply a life-threatening talisman.

"By the way, if I die because of death and illness, what kind of sword ghost will I turn into, and it should not be more reckless than rain, right?"

(End of chapter)