Since Chen Mo went down the mountain, because of the fact that his cultivation was sealed, he has really experienced a lot of ups and downs, and there are naturally a lot of dangers, but the opportunity is also among them, not to mention anything else, just say that the three volumes of heavenly books in his words are not waiting for people who are lucky enough to be able to see them.

When Chen Mo was still in Taihua Mountain that day, this body cultivation had already reached the Chaoyuan realm, and he had been practicing for such a long time down the mountain, how could this cultivation not have a trace of strength?

The mortal monks are turning gods into heaven, because they are too good, Chen Mo has not made up his mind to cross the threshold for a long time. It's just that human beings are not as good as heaven after all, Chen Mo didn't plan to achieve the transformation of gods, but Zhang Daoran's rolling heavenly thunder cut off the shackles in Chen Mo's body alive, so far, Chen Mo has already achieved the transformation of gods.

Chen Mo, who crawled out of the bottom of the hole, looked really embarrassed and disgraced. Xu was concerned that he had just achieved the demeanor of transforming into a god, but he saw that Chen Mo waved his sleeves slightly, and then looked at it, the sand and dust on the white shirt were all gone, and the white shirt was as smooth as new, and now it did have a bit of the appearance of a celestial person in the realm of transforming into a god.

Beckoning again, the Changge Sword that was obliquely inserted on the side suddenly gave birth to a buzzing sound, the sword body kept shaking, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a streamer and returned to Chen Mo's hand.

Chen Mo held the Changge Sword in one hand, shook a sword flower, felt very chic, raised his eyes, and then looked at Zhang Daoran of the Heavenly Master's Mansion in mid-air, his lips and teeth opened lightly, and he spoke: "I was lucky to have Zhang Daochang's help, and now I have also entered the gods, Zhang Daochang, you and I have come to fight again?"

Who would have thought that after Chen Mo's words, that Zhang Daoran did not bear any results, just shook his head slightly, waved his robe, turned around and returned to the ground, bowed his head into the air and made a joke, recited a Tianzun immeasurable in his mouth, and then raised his eyes to look at Chen Mo in front of him, and said softly: "Poor Dao Fang just said that the Shu Emperor has dragon qi to protect himself, and he can't enter the realm of gods." How can the Shu Emperor insist on going his own way, but he is afraid that his life will not be long!"

Zhang Daoran's voice had just fallen, and before Chen Mo could say anything, he heard movement in the sky above, and couldn't help but look up. The lead cloud dispersed, the sun was revealed, the sun was dazzling, there was a portal at the bottom, simple and solemn, the three big characters of "Nantianmen" were written on it, the momentum was heavy, and the others who pressed could not raise their heads.

Chen Mo has naturally seen this portal, when he was on Taihua Mountain, the scene of Li Xuanxiao's sword opening the gate of heaven on the Qingfeng Peak is really enviable, how can Chen Mo easily forget it? I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, just as that Daoran broke the mirror today, entered the infinite, and was already able to open the gate of heaven. If this is really the case, even if you turn into a god, I am afraid that you will be invincible!

Before these thoughts were implemented, I saw that the South Heavenly Gate slowly opened, and a person came from inside, with a red robe and a fishtail crown, a ruddy complexion, and the hair on the top was all white, and he was carrying a long sword behind him, and slowly walked out, looking down at the bottom, this glance passed, his brows were locked, and he was obviously unhappy in his heart!

"Poor Dao has been ascending to the sky for hundreds of years, I never thought that this Heavenly Master's Mansion would fall to such a situation, that junior, but he is guilty?"

Hearing the words of the immortal above, Zhang Daoran, who still looked like a dust, hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and said respectfully: "The demon is rampant, the disciple is incompetent, please punish the ancestor!"

How could I see that the immortal hadn't paid much attention to Zhang Daoran's body, turned his head, looked at Chen Mo on the side, looked at it carefully, and showed a bit of surprise on his face, "In the past, when I was in the mortal world, Poor Dao had heard that those who had dragon qi did not enter the gods, who would have thought that there were talents in the Jiangshan Dynasty, and there were really ordinary emperors who cultivated to such a state?"

Speaking of this, the immortal's words changed, his face suddenly became cold, and he said: "But rules are rules, for thousands of years, no one can break them, and today is naturally no exception." If you want to keep your life, you must abolish your own cultivation, otherwise, if you make a move, you can only be wronged to stay here!"

Only then did Chen Mo understand that it was not a rumor that those who harbored dragon qi did not enter the gods, but a rule, a rule that the heavenly immortals left in the mortal world, and could not tolerate anyone breaking such rules. But Chen Mo felt that this rule was unreasonable, frowned, and spoke softly after a while: "My life, others can't keep it." As for this body cultivation, it was also cultivated by me with great difficulty, how can it be easily abolished?"

After these words fell, the immortal didn't like it, his eyes narrowed, all majestic, raised his hand to make a sword finger, pointed directly at Chen Mo, and said softly: "Rules are rules, I can't help you whether you want to or not!" This voice has not fallen, and a sword qi came out from his fingertips, and the sword qi was fierce, and the people around him who were poor in cultivation couldn't stand it after just looking at it, and their eyes were bleeding.

Bystanders are like this, even if Chen Mo enters the transformation god, under this sword qi, it is still uncomfortable. Before the sword qi arrived, Chen Mo's body had been forced to retreat a few steps, and he raised his hand, Changge was in front of him, how could he help the sword momentum, when he was on the Changge sword, Chen Mo's hand was in pain, and his body was forced by the sword qi, and he kept slashing towards the back, leaving two deep scratches on the ground, all of which were the marks left by Chen Mo's feet.

Finally, the power of this sword was unloaded cleanly, Chen Mo's right hand couldn't stop trembling, and there were several blood stains falling from the tiger's mouth, and he had never taken out the sword, just a random sword qi was still so terrifying, and the immortal means were really powerful!

"Take such a sword qi from the poor road, forget it!" The immortal half-squinted his eyes, all of them looked disdainful, and whispered, the fingers that stayed in front of him were not withdrawn, and he slashed in mid-air at will, and another terrifying sword qi slashed past, and where he passed, the sky was dark, as if all the scenes in the world were occupied by this sword qi.

Chen Mo was bitter in his heart, but the sword qi was fast, and he couldn't dodge, so he had to raise the long song in his hand again, the dragon qi around his body rose, and the god cultivation that had just evolved in his body was constantly released, and between life and death, the martial arts momentum was also counted, all of which were blessed on the sword of the long song, and they worked together to deal with the shocking sword qi of this immortal.

However, the sword qi was sharp, and the strength of this time was a little heavier, and the sword passed, but there was a crisp sound when I heard it, and a touch of bright red splashed up, and then I looked at it, the long song was broken into two sections, and Chen Mo was not comfortable, and the sword qi left a not shallow wound on his chest, and he kept bleeding out, wearing a white shirt, this time under the blood, all of them were dyed blood red.

"Young people don't know death, but without you, this mortal world is too boring. I'll ask you again, can you let go of your cultivation and be an ordinary emperor honestly?" Because he is a Taoist who has ascended from the mortal world, the ancestor of the Heavenly Master's Mansion naturally cherishes his talents for the mortal world, and asked again.

How do you know, this time Chen Mo didn't have time to speak, but Zhang Daoran of the Heavenly Master's Mansion over there spoke first, knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shouted that the ancestor was above, "Ancestor, by all means, you must not leave this person's life!"

Seeing Zhang Daoran's eagerness, the ancestor of the Heavenly Master's Mansion frowned, and his face was a little puzzled, and said: "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, as long as he is willing to abolish his own cultivation, how can he not spare his life?"

"He is none other than the son of the Southern Shu Holy Emperor Chen Junsheng a year ago. Zhang Daoran shouted, shouting out Chen Mo's identity without a head.

Hearing this, the patriarch of the Heavenly Master's Mansion changed his complexion, and he couldn't say whether he was happy or angry, but said softly: "I don't know whether I should laugh at you or be jealous of you, how can the whole scenery of the world be taken up by your Chen family? Since it is the son of His Majesty, I will definitely leave you today!"

After saying these words, the patriarch of the Heavenly Master's Mansion raised his hand and slowly pulled out the sword behind him, the sword was cold, and the light was dazzling.

Chen Mo was half-kneeling on the ground, in such a desperate situation, the first thing he thought of was indeed not his own safety, but from the words of Zhang Daoran and the patriarch of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, he heard some secrets, no matter how diligent his father was and loved the people, in the end he was just a mortal emperor, what ability did he have to let the immortals in the sky remember his name?

Because he couldn't figure out the joints, Chen Mo felt that he couldn't easily die here today. Between life and death, Chen Mo felt a little touched in his heart, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, stood up, and stood there straight, raising his eyes to stare at the unattainable heavenly immortal.

At this moment, the ancestor of the Heavenly Master's Mansion moved, and a sword was handed out, the sun and the moon were gone, and the sword came instantly, restrained but dangerous. Chen Mo also moved, holding the broken sword in his hand, there was a dragon and tiger behind him, all of which were attached to Chen Mo's arm, this sword, Chen Mo abandoned the previous idea of blocking, and there was a sword light under the broken sword, and he went straight up, and met the ancestor of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The two sword rays met in mid-air, and the imaginary scene of devastating and decaying had never been born, and the restrained sword rays all exploded in mid-air with great brilliance, and the mixed sword qi flew one after another, rolling up the bluestone paved on the ground of the Heavenly Master's Mansion below and smashing it into powder. The disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion who had never left around him, and those whose foundations were too shallow couldn't hold their bodies, and they were swept into it by the sword qi, and then, they disappeared, but in the middle of the air, there were several more clouds of blood mist.

The rest of the disciples saw such a situation, and they didn't care about the so-called teacher's feelings, so they ran for their lives and didn't look back.

Looking at the scene of that sword, a little surprise flashed on the face of the patriarch of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and he looked at Chen Mo a few more times, but he couldn't see anything strange, he just thought that he was underestimating the enemy, and he had never used all his strength.

"What is the benefit of struggling like this, just adding a little pain? In front of the immortals, how can the mortal body be able to defeat it, and the mantis arm is just a car!" As he spoke, the ancestor of the Heavenly Master's Mansion shook his head, raised his hand, and the sword shone brightly, his eyes froze, his wrist shook slightly, and a sword was handed out again.

After blocking Fang Cai's sword, Chen Mo raised his eyes, looking at the sword that followed, his eyes seemed to be a bobogu well, he was surprisingly calm, slowly raised his hand, or broke the sword, and couldn't help but sound in his mind the words of his master Chen Zhong when he went down the mountain that day.

"Do you know that in ancient times, there were martial artists who beheaded immortals!"

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The law is unbreakable, and there are immortals who go down to kill the dragon!