Taoist students

Chapter 1814

"Boom... Ka Ka Ka..."

In a vast and desolate land, I saw the earth vibrate violently, and the cracks in the ground continued to spread, and in an instant, it was like a spider web, covering the entire ground.

Not only that, there are many space cracks in the mid-air, which also spread.

Not far away, two figures quietly suspended in the air.

It was Dongfang Mo, and the puppet that was made up of the bone and tooth body combined with the ghost's flame and fire soul.

The puppet right now is still in the posture of punching out.After causing such an astonishing movement, he slowly withdrew his fist.

"Not bad!"

Dongfang Mo nodded in satisfaction.Right now, he is testing the strength of the puppet beside him.

Not only is this puppet physically strong, but it can also arouse the Yin-eating ghost flames that can erode the bones. It can definitely be easily killed when it meets a cultivator in the unity realm.

And even if it's an old monster in the middle of the half-ancestral realm, according to the words of the bone tooth clone, this puppet can be beaten.

Next, Dongfang Mo took the puppet and fled aimlessly forward all the way.

Although the bone tooth avatar told him that there was nothing in this No. 17 layer of hell, he naturally wouldn't believe it all, so he decided to go and see for himself.

In his opinion, perhaps by walking around, he will find something.

The bone tooth avatar told him that the way they can escape here requires Dongfang Mo to break through to the Great Consummation of Guiyi Realm, and it will take a long time for him to cultivate to that point, and there is no problem with delaying it at the moment.

With the astonishingly powerful puppet beside him, Dongfang Mo has been walking in the vast No.17 hell for ten years while releasing the shadow of his spiritual pet.

During this period, he did meet some monks.However, these monks are all of him at the Unified Realm, and there are also some monks at the Breaking Dao Realm.

But most of these people are monks, and there are few outsiders like him.In addition, these monks gave him an extremely familiar feeling.There is no other reason, because this monk is those people in the No.14 hell.Dongfang Mo has been in the No.14 hell for hundreds of years, and he has some impressions of these people.

These monks had bad intentions in the first place, so they were thrown into the 14th hell.And after the barrier between No. 17 and No. [-] hells was broken through, these people immediately seized the opportunity and stepped into the lower hell.

In the eyes of these monks, they, like Dongfang Mo and others, agreed that only in the deepest hell can there be unexpected gains.

For example, if they want to leave the 17th floor of hell, the chances of being on the No. 16th floor of hell are greater than those on the No. [-]th floor.

Dongfang Mo didn't care about these people.

And he is powerful, and there is a half-ancestral puppet beside him, and ordinary people dare not approach him.

For ten years, Dongfang Mo had not exchanged half a word with anyone.

Until ten years later, he walked aimlessly for so long and found nothing, so he decided to find a place to settle down.

According to Dongfang Mo's habit, he sneaked into the ground, opened up a simple secret room, and then began to retreat in it.

His way of cultivation is to sink his consciousness into the vortex of the origin of the law, and specially comprehend the law of vitality within it.

With the law source vortex and the ready-made comprehension of the law of vitality, Dongfang Mo's cultivation speed is much faster than that of ordinary people.

This law source vortex is like a golden finger to him.

Even in Dongfang Mo's view, Mu Ziyu's invitation to him at the beginning was probably due to the fact that this woman wanted to use his law source vortex to comprehend the reason for the law of time.

During the process of cultivation, Dongfang Mo released the shadow of his spiritual pet, allowing the beast to continue searching in the No.17 hell.

Shadow is not only extremely fast, but also has extremely good eyesight and supernatural powers, even better than him.

What's more, even though Dongfang Mo and the shadow are far apart, he can still share the perspective with the shadow through the connection of mind.

What the beast can see, he can see too.

In this case, his cultivation, as well as his search in the No. 17 layer of hell, can be said to be without delay.

But the result was just as Dongfang Mo had imagined, no matter how far the shadow flew, nothing was found.And this No. 17 layer of hell is so vast that he is secretly speechless. During the 20 years he has been practicing, this beast is galloping in the same direction, and it still doesn't seem to end.

So he made the shadow change direction and continued to search along the way, and even tried to let the shadow escape into the ground.

In this way, another 30 years passed in the blink of an eye.Dongfang Mo practiced for 50 years in the cave he opened up underground, but as the bone tooth avatar said, there is nothing in the No.17 hell, and he got nothing.

Fifty years, for Dongfang Mo, who is currently at the initial stage of Guiyi Realm, is but a snap of his fingers.

In the past 50 years, he has gained a lot in understanding the power of the law, but there is obviously still a long way to go before he breaks through to the middle stage of the unified state.

On this day, a black shadow flashed past in the secret room where he was, and got under his feet. It was the shadow of the spiritual pet.

After 50 years of searching for nothing, the beast finally returned to Dongfang Mo's side.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo also slowly opened his eyes.

I saw him take a deep breath, then raised a palm, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully.

His palm was wide, his fingers were slender and fair, and he didn't look special, but with Dongfang Mo's light wave in front of him.

A burst of blue spiritual light poured down, and in the secret room where he was, green grass emerged from the ground and walls.

These grasses are real and exude vitality.Astonishingly, it was Dongfang Mo who inspired him to comprehend the law of vitality that grew out of it.

Not only that, these grasses also exude an amazing aura, which can be directly regarded as a panacea.

For monks in the foundation building stage and even the alchemy stage, these green grasses are a great tonic, even if they are taken raw, they have the effect of directly improving the cultivation base.

Looking at the turquoise grass in the secret room, Dongfang Mo smiled slightly.Regarding the law of vitality, he has been able to apply it to the present level, and the past 50 years of retreat practice can be said to be indispensible.

After retracting his palm, he took the half-ancestral puppet and left the secret room.

He doesn't plan to stay in the same place for too long, in this vast No.17 hell, Dongfang Mo wants to go to more different places.

Next, he began a long-term retreat in the No.17 hell.And every 50 years, he will change a position.

For him who has returned to the one realm, time can be described as flying by.In the blink of an eye, 200 years have passed.

In the past 200 years, the shadow has gone to too many places, but it is not surprising that there is no gain.

In 200 years, Dongfang Mo's cultivation is still at the early stage of Guiyi, and it will take a long time for him to break through.According to his estimation, it will take at least a hundred years, which is much slower than he imagined.

He was not anxious about this, because in the [-]th floor of hell, the last thing he lacked was time.

It is worth mentioning that during these 200 years, every 50 years, the shadow of his spiritual pet will go to the place where Mu Ziyu retreats.

Apart from the brief communication with this woman, his purpose was to see how Mu Wan'er was doing.

Just like what he thought, Mu Wan'er, who has a Taoist injury, has grown a little in the past 200 years, but it is not obvious, and she still looks two or three years old now.

On this day, after finishing the fourth retreat, Dongfang Mo brought the half-ancestral puppet to a place with a huge crack in the sky.

This place is the gap between No.17 Hell and No.16 Hell, and it was blown open by Thunder Tribulation that year.

After arriving here, Dongfang Mo looked directly under the crack again, and then a strange expression appeared on his face.

Because directly below the crack above the head, there is actually a city.

This city was only built in the last 200 years, and it didn't exist in the past.

This city is not big, quite simple and unsophisticated.There are not many monks in the city, and the streets look extremely deserted.

The reason why there are not many monks is that the people in this city are all those who were suppressed in the last few layers of hell, as well as those monks in the No. 14 layer of hell.

Dongfang Mo has cultivated in Hell No.17 for 200 years. The passage from Hell No.14 to Hell No.17 has not healed all these years, so he plans to go to Hell No.16 or even Hell No.15. .

But before that, it is also a good choice to step into the city that has just been built.

As soon as he thought of this, he stepped forward.In addition, he put away the puppet beside him, otherwise this half-ancestral puppet would be too eye-catching.

Dongfang Mo stepped into the city with his hands behind his back and a whisk in his hand.

And his appearance did not attract anyone's attention.

To his surprise, there were no shops selling cultivation materials in the city, and the tall towers and stone buildings far apart on both sides were the caves of different monks.

This made him strange, because he didn't know how these people could gather in this place.In his opinion, it is impossible for these people to come to the same place for no reason and build a city together.Without the drive of interests, or the call of others, this kind of thing simply cannot happen.

Therefore, from Beihe's point of view, this city might not be simple.

Just as he thought of this in his heart and was walking aimlessly on the street, suddenly the evil horn of the Chigu tribe that he got from the No. 12 layer of hell in the magic map in his palm buzzed and trembled. .

At this moment, Dongfang Mo's expression changed slightly, and he didn't know why.

(End of this chapter)