"Afraid?"
Yuan Cheng grinned, "I'm afraid of a ball! Now that my king is born, these top three gods and demon families will have to make way for our Tianshan Snowman Clan!"
Listening to Yuan Cheng's heroic words, several elders and leaders of the Tianshan Yeti Clan responded with great interest.
"That's it! The Wolf-Eating Clan is just a ball!"
"Hit him, hahaha..."
"Master Li Mo, don't mind."
On the side, Yuan Bozhong introduced to Li Mo in a low voice, "Our Tianshan Yeti Clan is not afraid of heaven and earth. Now that our king has left seclusion, everyone has nothing to fear. And to be honest, with the king here, the Wolf-Eating Clan can't be counted." What?"
"Hey, what do I mind?"
Li Mo waved his hand and picked up the wine bowl. With a bold voice, he imitated those strong men from the Yeti tribe in Tianshan and drank, "Then I'll be here, wishing everyone a triumphant return. That wolf-devouring tribe is just a ball! Beat him!"
"Ha ha… "
A group of strong men from the Tianshan Yeti Clan smiled generously, clinked glasses with Li Mo, and drank all the strong wine in the bowl.
Li Mo looked around at the strong men from the Tianshan Snowman Clan, with a trace of unbearability flashing in his eyes.
In the days that followed, they would inevitably have a battle with the Clan's Pseudo Heaven. So despite what everyone says, it’s easy, but when we get together to drink like this next time, some people may not have the opportunity to clink glasses like this.
War is cruel, just like the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The strong man who buried more than 200,000 bones has spent so many days now. There is still a bloody atmosphere in Shiwanda Mountain.
But Li Mo knew that facing the aggressiveness of the pseudo heaven. This war is inevitable. Want peace? Just type it out!
Li Mo and the strong men from the Tianshan Yeti Clan drank until late at night, and then Brother Yuan arranged a house for Li Mo.
This house is not far from the house that Li Mo once invaded, and it is also the best house of the Yeti tribe in Tianshan. After all, the Tianshan Snowmen are not good at building, and it is not easy to build a house.
"I'm going to be in seclusion for a few days. Please help the second elder to keep others away from here."
Li Mo's voice came from inside the house, and Yuan Bozhong reassured Li Mo with his chest raised.
"Master Li Mo, just rest assured and retreat."
Inside the room, Li Mo's figure seemed a bit small in the room. After all, this is a house prepared for the Tianshan Snowman Tribe. The interior of the house is very empty and the furnishings are simple.
It was a little cold inside the igloo, but Li Mo was sweating profusely after forcing the drink out of his body with the spiritual energy in his body.
Then there was only a clang sound, and a large cauldron appeared in the house.
Li Mo slapped the cauldron with his palm, and a blazing flame appeared in the cauldron.
"Tick tock..."
A drop of water fell, and Li Mo looked up. This igloo is going to melt right now
Last time, Li Mo destroyed one of the few houses of the Yeti tribe in Tianshan Mountains. Will another one be melted this time
Li Mo couldn't bear it when he thought about those Tianshan Yeti tribesmen outside who were still sleeping in the wind and snow, always causing such destruction. So Li Mo used his palms and a spiritual energy protected the igloo so that the high temperature could not invade into the igloo.
Sure enough, the water on the roof stopped ticking and turned into ice again.
Then, with a move of his hand, Li Mo threw a bunch of Tianshan silk that he got from Tianshan Snow King into the cauldron.
"Zi Zi..."
The sky-wide fire in the cauldron immediately covered the Tianshan silk, and the colorful Tianshan silk shone brightly under the burning flames.
"Ding ding ding..."
Crisp sounds kept coming from inside the house. Li Mo was refining Tianshan silk using the Qian Cui Bai Refining Method.
Three days passed in a flash, as Li Mo continued to forge and temper. The brilliant colors on the Tianshan silk have gradually faded, but the Tianshan silk has become even more sparkling.
After a few days, the Tianshan silk has been woven into a blank picture inside the tripod.
Turn off the heat and take out the scroll. Li Mo frowned, what do you want to draw
A painting, a world, not only relies on the quality of Tianshan silk to improve the level, but also calligraphy and painting, as well as time and space.
Like Dongfang Yibai, he is well-read. It's because I don't understand time and space that I've been unable to refine a painting and a world. In the end, it was Li Mo who used the power of origin to create half of the 'Void Wood' and helped Dongfang Yibai successfully refine a painting and a world.
"Yes!"
After thinking for a moment, Li Mo's eyes lit up.
Then, Li Mo took out the pen and ink from his storage bag and began to draw.
The lines are outlined, and a dark figure appears in the world of the painting. The figure's appearance was blurred and his eyes were closed. The figure is dark, but the natural aura of a superior person permeates the entire picture.
It seems that the world is under the control of this figure, as long as he opens his eyes. It is a scene where mountains and rivers collapse and all living beings are destroyed.
Then, Li Mo's writing didn't pause at all. Seven figures were outlined by Li Mo one after another, and the seven people were scattered on the scroll. Everyone has the aura of holding the sun and the moon in their hands and picking up the stars.
This figure was exactly the figure that Li Mo had formed when he competed with Hu Lin in illusion skills. They were the quasi-emperors that Li Mo had seen. Among them were Li Mo's enemies and Li Mo's friends.
Of course, even if the opponent is recruited into the one-painted world during the battle, these seven figures cannot be so terrifying that they can exert the power of the quasi-emperor.
But in this mysterious one-paint-one world, if these seven figures were to besiege them, it wouldn't be enough for a powerful person in the realm of gods, right
After drawing the seven figures, Li Mo's face turned pale, and large beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks.
These are seven quasi-emperors. I want to outline their appearance and temperament. How difficult is it? Even after entering the middle stage of the Celestial Realm, even Li Mo, who has strong spiritual energy, is still a little overwhelmed.
If it had been any other powerful person in the Celestial Realm, I'm afraid he would have given up halfway.
"Huh... It's not easy to transform these seven guys. It's even harder to activate seven of them during the battle. Now I can only use spiritual energy to activate a few of them to participate in the battle."
After taking a long breath, Li Mo said in surprise. Nothing is easy if you have an emperor.
After drawing the scroll, Li Mo built a spirit gathering array in the igloo. Of course, the one that serves as the eye of the formation is the Staff of Origin, and the golden power of origin permeates the Spirit Gathering Formation.
Li Mo didn't understand the power of time and space, so he had to use the rod of origin to give the painting the power of the origin of the world.
Putting the painting and the world into the spirit gathering array, Li Mo started the spirit gathering array.
"Huhu..."
The wind was blowing hard, and Li Mo had recently killed many monks from the Earthly and Heavenly Immortal Realms. Their storage bags were all cheaper than Li Mo in the end. So the eyes of this spirit gathering array are all made of high-level spirit stones. How powerful must it be
I saw that the power of origin in the spirit gathering array was like a tornado, sweeping across the dragon and converging towards the world.
(End of chapter)