Lingxiao Mountain.
After a period of rescue and the consolidation of Li Renlong, natural and man-made disasters have gradually stopped.
Nearly a week has passed since the Centaur Clan incident, and preparations for the Clan Clan's pseudo-heaven are still underway.
Suddenly, congratulations came from all directions.
The Heavenly Court of the Zhu Clan has gathered so many major forces from the Nine Provinces, except for hostile forces such as the Nightmare Clan and the Jiuli Tribe. Some forces that wanted to remain neutral came to congratulate him.
The Zhu tribe seemed to have forgotten about the Jiuli tribe, so the Jiuli tribe entered a brief period of peace again.
But the senior leaders of various Jiuli Tribe villages and the strong men of the Lingxiao Mountain Presbyterian Church all know that this is just the calm before the storm.
The storm is coming, wait until the storm actually falls. The world is in chaos and all life is in ruins.
Li Mo inside Lingxiao Mountain was still trapped in the closed stone altar. Even Li Mo didn't know how long he had spent here.
Li Mo only knew about the stubble he had grown before. Now it has reached to the waist, and even a strand of black beard is mixed with a trace of white beard.
Li Mo was a little anxious because Li Mo didn't know what was going on outside.
Did the Clan Heavenly Court attack the Jiuli Tribe? What happened to Grandpa and the others? Were they defeated
Jin Qiaoxin, Feng Yuwei, Chi You, Pang Qiu, A Tu, Dongfang Yibai...
There were so many people that Li Mo wanted to worry about, and Li Mo was a little panicked.
"Hey! Ancestor Jiuli, let me out!"
"The Jiuli tribe is going to fight soon! Even if I can't get Lingxiao Mountain and become the master of Lingxiao Mountain, they still want to let me out. I want to join the war!"
“…”
I don’t know how many springs, autumns and winters passed, no matter how heartbreaking Li Mo shouted. There was no movement at all outside the secret room, and the consciousness left by Jiuli seemed to have dissipated and never came out again.
Gradually, wrinkles began to appear on Li Mo's forehead. His beard also began to turn pale, and even his waist, which was once as straight as a sword and would rather break than bend, lost to the years and gradually began to bend.
But now Li Mo is not as panicked as before. He even takes out some jade slips from his storage bag from time to time and looks at them carefully.
In the past, Li Mo had accepted many skills from the library, and some of them were written down using the Bright Soul Technique. Some records are also recorded in jade slips.
But that was just a collection, Li Mo did not understand or learn. Now that he had time, Li Mo calmed down and studied the techniques carefully.
"Are you not in a hurry?"
On this day, the voice that had disappeared for who knows how many years sounded again.
Even after so many years, this voice was still familiar to Li Mo. After all, it was the consciousness of this voice that had locked him away for so many years.
Li Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a jade slip in his hand and grinning, "Care leads to chaos. In the first few years after being imprisoned here by you. Because he was afraid that the pseudo-heavenly court of the Zhi tribe would attack the Jiuli tribe, and that the people he cared about would die like this. So he panicked. Now I finally realize how difficult it has been for my grandpa these past years.”
"How many years have I been panicking? But he has been panicking for the stability of the Jiuli tribe his whole life, which even caused his own cultivation to never break through to the realm of gods."
"Oh? A strong person in the Earthly Immortal Realm can live for thousands of years. You can grow old like this. You can't do it even after seven or eight hundred years. Aren't you afraid?"
Jiuli's consciousness asked with interest, as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Panic? If you are panicking, you should be the most panicked person, right?"
As the voice fell, Li Mo's old and deep eyes opened like swords. How does that captivating gaze look like that of an old man
"Me? Why am I panicking?" Jiuli asked in confusion.
"In the first half of his life, Ancestor Jiuli served in Heaven, and in the second half of his life, he worked for the Jiuli Tribe. You are the consciousness of Ancestor Jiuli, just like Ancestor Jiuli. If a war really breaks out in the Jiuli Tribe, you will still be interested. Chat with me here
And when I first saw you, your consciousness was about to dissipate. How much time do you have to spend time assessing me? "
With that said, Li Mo stood up slowly.
Following Li Mo's movements, Li Mo's white beard hanging down to his waist gradually dispersed. The area around the forehead also shrunk, and the gradually curved spine also slowly straightened up, like a straight long sword with an unstoppable edge!
"So everything here is an illusion. If I guess correctly, it should be the illusion of the Great Dream Magic, right?"
Li Mo also practiced the Great Dream Magic, and he still couldn't figure out what was going on here for so long. Li Mo's experience in two lifetimes was in vain.
"Although I don't know how many times the time in the secret room you control is different from the time in the outside world, the time in the outside world is definitely not that long! It's possible that hundreds of years have passed in the secret room, but only a few days in the outside world? How many months? "
"Interesting, Lingxiao has a good sense."
Although Jiuli's consciousness cannot be seen, Li Mo can feel it. This Jiuli seemed to be smiling.
"It's still the same problem, what if the way of heaven collapses?"
"Still the same answer."
Li Mo said lightly.
"The murderous intention will never change?" Jiuli asked, his tone gradually becoming serious.
Li Mo nodded, but his tone was full of persistence.
"Eternal and unchanged!"
"Hahaha... Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Jiuli's consciousness said three hellos in succession, which shows how happy Jiuli is.
In this young man, Jiuli saw the shadow of his past.
He once led the Jiuli Tribe to fight against the world. When it was in its prime, even the Spider Ancestor had to avoid its edge.
Although Jiuli was finally defeated by the years, he was defeated at Shiwanda Mountain.
But after so many years, Jiuli's consciousness is also thinking on his own.
He was thinking, was he wrong
the answer is negative! The murderous intention will never change! Only kill those who deserve to be killed! I, Jiuli, did nothing wrong!
The same goes for the kid in front of me, who has been imprisoned for so many years with illusions. The murderous intention remains unchanged!
Only such people can protect Jiuli from being bullied. Only then can we recover the blood feud of the Jiuli tribe thousands of years ago!
"You can inherit my mantle. The last question is, are you willing to protect the Jiuli tribe?"
Jiuli continued to ask.
Li Mo paused for a moment, and a picture appeared in his mind.
There is Menglin and Mengkun. There are Chi You, Pang Qiu, Qiao Xin, and A Tu. There are Grandpa Li Renlong, Dongfang Yibai, land battles, wood and stone...
These people who are dedicated to the Jiuli tribe are really cute.
Li Mo nodded solemnly, "I do!"
"Hahaha, so many years. It's been a long time coming..."
Jiuli's consciousness was in a very good mood, and he fell with the voice of Jiuli's consciousness.
The walls around the secret room fell down one after another, and the entire secret room turned into a stone altar again.
"I can go there with peace of mind."
As the voice fell, Li Mo felt a heavy pressure coming from the sky. Pure spiritual energy hit him.
However, Li Mo could feel that this pressure was not malicious, so he did not panic at all.
"Is this the last trace of will left by ancestor Jiuli?"
Raising his hand to touch the pure spiritual energy on his head, Li Mo murmured to himself.
Li Mo knew that this was the creation mentioned by Jiuli's consciousness.
Li Mo absorbed these spiritual energies, and Jiuli, a generation of powerful God King Realm, would completely dissipate in this world.
This is Jiuli's last effort to protect the Jiuli tribe members.
The wax torch turned to ashes and his tears began to dry. Li Mo bowed and bowed, his face full of respect.
Then Li Mo sat cross-legged on the stone altar, twirled his hands, and began to use the Heaven and Earth Creation Art to frantically absorb the spiritual energy slowly pressing on his head.
Even though Jiuli's consciousness has become extremely weak after so many years, the remaining energy is still very powerful for a monk in the Earthly Immortal Realm.
If it were other Earthly Immortal monks who absorbed this energy, it would probably take several years.
But Li Mo, who has the Art of Creation of Heaven and Earth, can greatly speed up his absorption.
(End of chapter)