Li Mo felt the avenue of time.

His understanding of the avenue of time gradually deepened, and his collapsed consciousness was stable, but he was still in a state of annihilation.

"Hey......"

Li Mo opened his eyes, and the timeline that formed his body was scattered.

A little aura stayed in place, it was his remaining consciousness.

It stands to reason that Li Mo has already died, and it is impossible for his consciousness to be left alone, but [End of Time] seems to be protected by an inexplicable aura.

Li Mo controlled the aura to float, and the end of time seemed to be boundless.

Wherever he goes, the timeline around him follows him.

Li Mo contacted them one by one and found that the timeline was pale green, which contained the world of Li Mo in the past, but most of them had been destroyed.

After the fall, the timeline was like a parched riverbed, with only massive bones piling up.

"If nothing else, there should be no time passing at the end of time, and it doesn't hurt for me to stay here for tens of thousands of years."

"But ......"

Li Mo was slightly unwilling.

"Immortality is meaningless, I want to attain enlightenment, I want to raise everyone I know from the dead, I want to end the calamity caused by the Lord of Time, I want to ......"

The aura flickered, and Li Mo's consciousness became extremely unstable.

After a long time.

Li Mo forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart.

The end of time must be closely related to the birth of the Lord of Time, and there is definitely the key to breaking the game.

Li Mo chose a direction and went away, while contemplating through many timelines.

The Avenue of Time is placed in front of him like a wordless book, and the answers to the questions involving time can be found, which makes him overwhelmed.

Li Mo's understanding of the avenue of time is getting deeper and deeper, but the aura does not seem to be beneficial at all.

"Huh."

Li Mo stopped in place.

He didn't know how many years he had been walking, when he suddenly noticed an unfamiliar orange timeline in the distance.

Li Mo rushed to the orange timeline, and the latter scurried around like a frightened bird.

Fortunately, the speed of the orange timeline is not fast, and his consciousness can get closer little by little.

The moment the aura touches the orange timeline.

Countless memories appeared in Li Mo's mind out of thin air, all of them were a monk named "Zhu Ji", but the latter was not from the same world as him, from the "Blue Sky Small World".

The small world of the blue sky is in the deeper part of the endless void, but the aura is extremely scarce, and the cultivation system is a qi practitioner who swallows the aura.

Zhu Ji is over a hundred years old, but he has been unable to set foot in cultivation for a long time, which has caused some signs of collapse in the orange timeline.

"It seems that the end of time contains the time of all the creatures of the Endless Void, of course, they only have one, and I am innumerable."

Li Mo couldn't help but feel excited, he found that although it was difficult to reshape his body, he could interfere with Zhu Ji's timeline to a limited extent.

While he comprehended the avenue, he influenced Zhu Ji's life trajectory.

Li Mo guided Zhu Ji to participate in the competition for chance, and tried to turn evil into good fortune, and successfully allowed the latter to set foot in cultivation at the age of seventy.

It's a pity that due to the fact that the avenue of time is too shallow, Zhu Ji stopped at the Qi training period.

Bang.

There was a muffled sound.

Zhu Jishou died, and the orange timeline also spread out.

Li Mo gasped, and the timeline collapsed to breed a faint wreckage, which was actually absorbed by consciousness, and it grew with a little aura.

"I extended Zhu Ji's timeline, and the excess part can be turned into nutrients."

Li Mo was secretly excited, and finally had some possibility of reshaping his body, and then he just kept looking for the timeline.

He is no longer confused and invests until the end of time.

About two or three hundred years, Li Mo can find a wisp of timeline, and the color of the timeline changes according to the different worlds in which he lives.

He was still a little rusty when he first started using the Avenue of Time.

After a thousand years have passed, Li Mo has become perfect with practice, and the objects he guides have also been promoted one after another in various coincidences.

It's just that it's inevitable to encounter a mortal situation, and the timeline often collapses dramatically.

Li Mo didn't force it, the spiritual light is getting bigger and bigger in the nourishment of the wreckage of time, and the area that can be illuminated is also expanding day by day.

He became a worm that wandered through the river of time, devouring the wreckage of time.

After reaching a certain level of consciousness, Li Mo's connection with his own timeline became more and more intense, and he could barely control one or two.

"It's ......"

Li Mo swept through the messy lines and pulled out a mediocre timeline from it.

This timeline barely resisted him, and took the initiative to burrow into the aura.

Li Mo didn't need to spend much energy, his consciousness refined the timeline, and the latter was also like a natal magic weapon, like an arm command, flowing in the aura.

"I see, this timeline is the one I was originally in, and the rest of the timeline belongs to Li Mo one by one."

He called it the Fundamental Timeline.

Li Mo tried to refine the rest of the timeline, but found it difficult to do so, and there was a trivial difference between consciousness and it.

He hesitated for a moment, then motioned for the fundamental timeline to wrap itself around a weak timeline.

Unexpectedly, the root timeline can absorb the rest of the timeline, and the length of the root timeline continues to lengthen.

After the weak timeline disappears, the base timeline more than doubles.

"Hiss......"

Li Mo stared at the fundamental timeline, which twisted into various shapes.

"Can I reassemble an immortal body through the fundamental timeline?"

The body is made up of countless flesh and blood fibers, and Li Mo's idea is theoretically valid, but the length of the fundamental timeline is far from enough.

In any case, it is better to have a clear direction to reshape the body than to have no clue.

It may not be enough to rely on the timeline of Li Mo in the past dynasties, but the wreckage of time can also nourish the fundamental timeline, but the speed of efficiency.

Li Mo became busy all of a sudden.

In addition to merging the timelines, you also have to consider the structure of the indestructible golden body

Without the auxiliary deduction of the false soul consciousness, he simply groped through trial and error, and it was impossible to destroy the timeline anyway.

It takes millennia.

The fundamental timeline merges the rest of the timeline one by one, and completes the unification.

Li Mo's consciousness fell into sublimation, and his comprehension of the Avenue of Time went further, and there was a thousand rays of radiance, covering a range of hundreds of miles.

Whenever an unfamiliar timeline comes to the shroud of aura, it will come to a standstill.

Li Mo can easily interfere with the timeline.

He spent a small part of his energy collecting the wreckage of time, mainly reshaping his body and recalling the immortal golden body in detail.

"Let's start with the Mud Pill Palace."

As the Purple Mansion, the Mud Pill Palace is the organ that houses consciousness.

Li Mo controls the interweaving of the fundamental timelines, like weaving cloth bags, threading needles and threads to shape the rudiments of the Mud Pill Palace.

The process is very wonderful, and even the blood vessels and meridians have to be replicated one by one.

"It's a pity ......"

There was a mistake in the weaving, and the fundamental timeline was entangled in a mess, and the original general framework was already in place, but all the previous efforts were suddenly lost.

Li Mo has no regrets, and it turns out that the timeline can indeed reshape the immortal golden body.

"I'm in trouble."

After the weaving fails, the fundamental timeline becomes extremely cluttered.

Li Mo straightened out the fundamental timeline with every thread, and at the end of time, he didn't care about wasting his time, ten thousand years were just fleeting.

He didn't pay attention to how long it had been, and he didn't come back to his senses until the Mud Pill Palace was formed.

The size of a fingernail in the Mud Pill Palace, shaped like an oval-shaped tree species, the fundamental timeline consumed is already two or three out of ten.

"I shudder to think about the hundreds of millions of years I have to spend at the end of time."

Li Mo's consciousness sank into the Mud Pill Palace, and the feeling of blending water and milk was born, and the aura was firmly protected by the fundamental timeline.

There was a blank space in the Mud Pill Palace.

Li Mo estimated that if he wanted to conceive a fake soul consciousness, he would at least complete the weaving of his head.

It was originally a water mill kung fu, and then it was the brain tissue that surrounded the Mud Pill Palace, because the structure was very different from the flesh and blood, it was undoubtedly more cumbersome.

"Whew."

That's it.

Li Mo repeated the weaving, and after discovering that the Mud Pill Palace could strengthen his consciousness, all the time wreckage collected was used in the fundamental timeline.

After digesting hundreds of pieces of time debris one after another, the brain tissue found its path.

The underlying timeline is stacked into brain tissue, which is eighty or ninety percent similar to the real brain, and has the effect of improving thinking ability.

A dark green brain, suspended at the end of time.

Then there is the skull.

The fundamental timeline has to be compressed a hundredfold before it can be turned into a hard bone.

Facial features.

If it weren't for Li Mo's previous large number of related surgeries, it is estimated that the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and tongue would be stuck for millions of years, but fortunately, the organs are well understood.

Skin.

When it comes to the skin, it's already a matter of course.

It's just that the complete head is actually a looming translucent, as if it will disappear at any time, exuding a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

"It's been a long time since I spoke, and it's really strange that I'm not used to it."

"Hey, hey."

Li Mo moved his facial features, and then his hair grew.

In order to save the fundamental timeline, he simply reorganized his head.

Li Mo closed his eyes with satisfaction, and when his consciousness came to the Mud Pill Palace, there were already a few stars emerging in it, all of which were transformed by the consciousness of the false soul.

"Fall."

Many stars streaked by.

Li Mo of the past dynasties descended again, and looked at the New Mud Pill Palace in shock.

The mud pill palace woven by the timeline gives them the illusion of mastering the avenue of time.

"Amazing." Demon Ancestor smiled bitterly.

The fact that they were able to recover from the dead silence showed that even if Li Mo did not have an anti-guest, he had escaped the attack of the Lord of Time.

"The ontological avenue of time is an unprecedented realm."

The words of the divine operator interrupted Li Mo.

His expression fluctuated subtly, and suddenly his own flow increased, and everything in his vicinity became unusually slow, as if it were still.

In the eyes of others, the movements of the divine operators are as fast as lightning, which is incompatible with them.

The Demon Ancestor suddenly realized: "We are under Li Mo's shadow, and we have the right to control part of the Great Dao of Time, tsk. ”

Gu Zhenren nodded slightly.

A Gu worm drilled out of his palm, and in just a few breaths, he completed the process of growing and dying of old age.

The more Li Mo pondered the Great Dao of Time, the more he felt that Li Mo might have transcended the Dao, and such a method was definitely not something that ordinary true immortals could do.

They don't know that the avenue of time in front of them is only the tip of the iceberg.

Li Mo can put the false soul consciousness into any timeline, and just like the Lord of Time, he can cut leeks through secret layout.

Of course, he can't be wiped out with the Lord of Time.

Facts have proved that making a fortune in a muffled voice is the king, since Li Mo can reshape his body, there is a high probability that the Lord of Time will overturn.

Li Mo told the gods and asked them to help him deduce the immortal golden body.

Without affecting the progress, the remaining fake soul consciousness is thrown into an unfamiliar timeline, taking on the role of an old man in a different world.

In this way, Li Mo is completely on the right track.

The immortal golden body slowly took shape, and it was thousands of years old when weaving the internal organs, and the other organs were still very smooth.

100,000 years of waiting, polishing a flawless and indestructible golden body.

"It's just blood."

The primordial radical timeline flows through the veins.

It is estimated that it will take two or three hundred thousand years to fill the blood vessels, but it has been 100,000 years, and Li Mo's state of mind has long become calm.

The cave god's eyes swept away.

The light of consciousness locks onto an unfamiliar timeline.

The unfamiliar timeline is pulled directly into the confines of the light.

Li Mo himself was contemplating the avenue of time with all his heart, and the glass-like flesh and bones were being reborn all the time, and his breath was constantly soaring.

The only drawback is that hundreds of thousands of years have almost smoothed out the emotions of mortals alone.

Li Mo doesn't want to be the second master of time, no matter how tempting the avenue of time is, he will rest for a hundred years every once in a while.

Rumble.

The timeline is flowing in the veins, and the immortal gold body regulates the internal and external defects.

"Is 200,000 years almost?"

Li Mo stretched his hands and feet awkwardly, obviously just shaking his hands, but there were waves echoing at the end of time.

Consciousness swept away, and the end of thousands of miles of time came into view.

"Oh, it turns out that the Lord of Time really originates from the end of time."

Li Mo took a step.

The distance becomes meaningless, and the next moment it has reached its destination.

A necrotic timeline appears at the end of time, made up of colorful lines that already have a tendency to merge with each other.

It is different from Li Mo's timeline merge.

The creatures to which these timelines belong are unrelated, and they are all forcibly pieced together, giving birth to disgusting things that resemble sarcomas.

Poof.

The sarcoma was throbbing.

One by one, the timelines dissolve, and there is a faint leakage of vitality.

Li Mo drove the Cave God Magic Eye, shook his head and said, "There are more than one or two sarcomas at the end of time, and they will give birth to an existence similar to the Lord of Time, which is the impurity of the Great Dao. ”

"This is not the Lord of Time."

Li Mo had a little sarcoma, and the sarcoma turned into a wreck of time.

After he digested the wreckage of time, he also got the feedback of the Time Dao on the elimination of harm, and the volume of the immortal golden body swelled accordingly.

"Not bad, not bad."

Li Mo is close to the end of the world, searching for sarcoma in a large area.

The Avenue of Time is like a dying patient, excreting its own impurities through sarcoma, so the Lord of Time is chaotic and disorderly.

"Time is a cycle."

Li Mo finally found the sarcoma of the Lord of Time, which was far beyond ordinary size.

Unlike the ordinary sarcoma, which is weak, the sarcoma of the Lord of Time has limbs and is devouring its own kind everywhere.

However, most of the sarcomas were absorbed by Li Mo, and there was no hope for the Lord of Time to be born in a short time.

"Lord of Time......

The sarcoma was extremely excited to see Li Mo, and the nutrients that the latter could bring were enough to break out of the shell.

"After returning to the immortals, I am the master of time."

Li Mo's immortal golden body turned into zero, and countless timelines merged into the Lord of Time, causing the limbs of the sarcoma to extend one after another, and there were fine cracks covering the surface. (End of chapter)