Chapter 130 Luohu’s blood!

After waiting for three days at the foot of the mountain, more and more Qi training monks gathered here.

Two figures, one in blue and one in white, slowly walked up the mountain.

The two of them walked for nearly an hour. Han Li couldn't help but look at Yin Mo and asked in a low voice, "Brother Mo, why do we have to come here to pretend to be a disciple?"

"There is a spiritual tree here that can help you break through the Nascent Soul stage."

As soon as Yin Mo finished speaking, Han Li's pupils shrank, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes, looking very surprised.

"Is there really such a rare treasure?"

After Han Li’s cultivation level broke through the Jindan stage, he realized the difficulty of breaking through the Yuanying stage.

Hearing that there was hope of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, he naturally became extremely excited.

"Then what do we do now?"

Han Li's eyes moved slightly and he asked.

"Join the sect first!"

Yin Mo smiled slightly, then led Han Li towards the top of the mountain in front.

From the foot of the mountain to here, the two of them had been walking slowly for about an hour.

Of course, this mountain is not really that tall, but this stone road has been decorated with some crude illusions. Perhaps the Luoyun Sect wants to temper the temperament of the monks who want to become its disciples.

After all, no matter how lenient the Luoyun Sect is in recruiting disciples, it is impossible for them to allow people who are too impatient to walk this small path to join the sect.

Yin Mo and Han Li walked for another half an hour.

Finally, I saw the end of the bluestone steps, and a huge platform appeared before my eyes.

Except for an inconspicuous-looking pavilion opposite, the surroundings were all white, as if there was nothing there.

In front of Brother Wuming's stone pavilion, there were dozens of monks in different costumes sitting cross-legged, but no one dared to enter the pavilion.

Yin Mo swept his spiritual sense over and what appeared before his eyes was not a stone pavilion, but a huge white jade pavilion standing before him.

There is also a huge plaque with three golden characters "Huanyun Hall" hanging on it.

In front of the door of this pavilion, three people were standing under a huge plaque, pointing and saying something to the confused Qi Refining monks in front of them.

Relying on the miraculous effect of the formation, they did not have any intention of being shy.

Among these three people, two are in the early stage of foundation building, and one is in the middle stage of foundation building.

It seems that it must be the monk from Luoyun Sect who guided them.

Yin Mo didn't say much. He led Han Li to the outskirts of the crowd, sat cross-legged and waited quietly.

Naturally, he heard every word of the conversation between the three people not far away.

"Brother Qiu, although the time has not yet come, it seems that the number of independent cultivators who have come to join the sect this time is not as many as expected, and more than half of them seem to be unqualified."

A pale-faced young man who looked to be only about 27 or 28 years old pointed at several people in the crowd and said:
"You are only at the seventh or eighth level of basic cultivation, yet you dare to come here to learn. Do you really think that we in Luoyun Sect will accept anyone?"

Senior Brother Qiu, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, was wearing a white robe, with a square face and stern eyes. He looked at the hundred-year-old youth and said calmly:
"What can we do? We just accepted a group of disciples three years ago. It's good enough to have so many people here now."

The third foundation-building monk was a heroic young man. He smiled and said:
"But this time, we brothers will naturally not let them off. We would rather have nothing than something less than nothing."

"It's better to have less than enough. If we do this, it will be good enough to recruit ten disciples this time. Most of the people here will have to go back home."

The white-faced young man looked at the casual cultivator in front of him and said with some contempt.

“Brother Liu, please do not underestimate these independent cultivators. There may be some undiscovered geniuses among them. Think about Brother Sun Huo. He also joined our sect as an independent cultivator. But after only five or six years, Brother Sun succeeded in building his foundation.”

Senior Brother Qiu glanced at the young man beside him and chuckled, "Although this is because he chose the right technique and was awarded a foundation-building pill for his great contributions, it is also related to his one-in-a-million aptitude."

Yin Mo was not very interested in the conversation between these foundation-building cultivators. He shook his head and continued to wait for a few hours.

There are no new monks arriving here. There are nearly a hundred Qi training monks sitting cross-legged on the entire platform square.

At the same time, a red light suddenly flashed on the stone pavilion in front of him, and the stone pavilion disappeared in the rosy glow, and was replaced by a huge attic over ten meters long.

"Welcome all Taoist friends to our Luoyun Sect. Next, our brothers will be responsible for the selection of disciples this time. Please listen carefully to what Qiu is going to say next, and don't miss anything."

Senior Brother Qiu glanced at the people in front of him with a sharp gaze and spoke calmly without any panic.

Hearing this, Yin Mo slowly stood up and looked at the disciple named Qiu not far away.

"I believe that you all should know the criteria for our sect to accept disciples. I will not say more here. All the fellow Taoists who have two or three spiritual roots or special spiritual bodies can step forward first."

Senior Brother Qiu spoke slowly, with a solemn look on his face.

There was a commotion in the crowd upon hearing this, but after a moment, only four people stood up, three men and one woman.

"You guys should follow Junior Brother Liu. He will be responsible for assessing your cultivation qualifications." Senior Brother Qiu said calmly after giving them a cold glance.

At this moment, the white-faced young man beside him took two steps forward at the same time, raised his hand without saying a word, and a ray of white light shot out from his sleeve, and after circling, it turned into a huge brocade handkerchief, floating gently several feet above the ground.

"Come up, everyone. I'll take you to another place and check your qualifications. Those who fail will be sent back naturally."

The pale-faced young man flashed and stood on the brocade handkerchief, saying expressionlessly,

The four men and women looked at each other, hesitated for a while, and then obediently put on the brocade handkerchief.

The young man in white then made a spell. A burst of white light appeared, and the brocade handkerchief turned into a ball of white light, breaking through the sky and flying away.

After watching the white-faced young man leave, Senior Brother Qiu turned to look at the remaining Han Li and others, and continued with a slightly slower expression:

"Fellow Daoists below who have cultivation techniques above the tenth level, please come out."

"You guys go with Junior Brother Yu. As long as there is no problem with your origin, you can join our sect. As for the rest of you, if you want to join our sect, you must go through some tests."

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally quiet crowd became agitated, and except for a few individuals, most of the independent cultivators showed expressions of disappointment.

Yin Mo came here to steal the Spirit Eye Tree, so naturally there was no need for him to reveal his extraordinary spiritual roots.

If one's aptitude is too good, it will be disadvantageous for him to seize the Spirit Eye Tree.

Therefore, Yin Mo glanced at Han Li, and the two of them walked slowly forward. In addition, six other cultivators also walked slowly forward.

Looking at the seven disciples in front of him, the monk named Yu waved his sleeves, and a huge round copper bowl appeared in front of him.

Everyone followed closely behind, stepping on the magic weapons and rushing away into the distance.

Go straight into the depths of Yunmeng Mountain.

At the same time, in the dark place.

A pitch-black dragon slowly opened its eyes, raised its head and looked at the dark sky.

One by one, the Yin beasts with flesh wings still on their bodies flew through the air, making whistling sounds.

Looking at those strange beasts, Mo Jiao's face became ferocious. His body suddenly turned into a phantom and rushed away.

With its mouth opened, the Yin beasts were swallowed directly into the mouth of the Black Dragon.

As it devoured the Yin beast, Mo Jiao felt as if a lot of pitch-black Yin energy was being swallowed into its body.

The biting coldness, when swallowed into the mouth, felt warm and comfortable. He devoured here for several days, but unfortunately the Yin beasts here were too weak and did not increase any evolution points.

But what was very strange was that the yin energy emanating from the black dragon became increasingly dense, as if it were a pure yin beast.

[Name: Mo Jiao]

[Bloodline: Phantom Dragon]

[Realm: Level 10]

[Kung Fu: Spiritual Skill (4th level), Dayan Skill (4th level), Dragon Transformation Skill (1st level)]

[Innate magical powers: Origin power, soul splitting, bloodline evolution, black thunder body refining, evil-repelling divine thunder, ghost dragon Dharma, swallowing thunder, true dragon scales, swallowing, heavy water]

[Skills: Spiritual Communication, Body Protection Ink Frost, Divine Mind Impact, Dragon Shedding Fake Body, Puppetry, Blood Shadow Lightning Escape, Soul Absorbing Divine Light]

[Evolution points: 0/100 (after the evolution points are full, you can start evolution)]

Looking at his own attribute column, Mo Jiao's eyes flickered. He felt that as the Yin Qi was consumed more and more, cold mist gradually emerged on his scales.

It seems very strange.

Yin Mo's eyes moved slightly as he looked at the dark place in front of him.

If one could obtain a trace of true spiritual blood from this place or even from Luohou's body, it would be a great improvement for Mo Jiao.

It’s a pity that no matter how hard Yin Mo searched, he couldn’t find Luohou’s figure.

"I am still too weak!"

The black dragon murmured softly, and its body was instantly filled with negative energy, which quickly condensed into a pitch-black humanoid body.

But the pitch-black figure was so far away that it was impossible to see its shape clearly.

Mo Jiao raised his right hand and grabbed a Yin beast in his hand. As soon as it was caught in his hand, the Yin beast instantly turned into surging Yin Qi and was sucked into Mo Jiao's body.

As the Black Dragon continued to devour, the number of Yin beasts in Storm Mountain became increasingly scarce.

Even a vacuum area was formed here, which was quite strange.

The black dragon's body flashed and turned into a shadow, instantly escaping towards the valley on the top of the mountain.

The black dragon was extremely fast and soon saw a strange valley.

The valley was shrouded in biting cold fog, and from a distance, one couldn't see the bottom at all.

Mo Jiao's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the valley in front of him that was shrouded in dark fog, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Without much hesitation, he went straight in.

Dark fog filled the air, and heavy heartbeat sounds could be heard, as if a savage giant beast was about to swallow the Black Dragon whole.

"This is?"

Mo Jiao's heart moved slightly, and he walked slowly forward. Soon a blood light spread out, and a ball of pitch-black blood appeared in front of him.

The blood was suspended in the air, as if it had life, constantly traveling through the valley.

The surging Yin energy continuously gushed out from this drop of blood.

"This drop of blood."

The moment he looked at the drop of blood in front of him, Mo Jiao's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt an attraction coming from his blood, as if he wanted to swallow this drop of blood regardless of everything.

And that drop of blood seemed to have life. Sensing the appearance of the Ink Dragon, it suddenly turned into a pitch-black shadow and fled into the depths of the valley.

Looking at the blood escaping away, the Black Dragon naturally would not let it go. It turned into a phantom and chased after it quickly.

Unexpectedly, the black blood moved extremely fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, the black dragon was unwilling to give up, so he quickly opened his mouth and a golden lightning suddenly condensed into shape.

It turned into a golden cage, wrapping the drop of blood directly in mid-air.

Feeling trapped, the drop of blood seemed extremely panicked, and kept running around, trying to escape from the evil-repelling divine thunder.

Unfortunately, facing the evil-repelling divine thunder, this Yinxue couldn't escape at all. As soon as it touched the thunder, it emitted a series of piercing buzzing sounds.

Looking at the drop of blood, the black dragon's face became ferocious, his body was entangled by dark mist, and he pounced directly on it.

The pitch-black body instantly merged with the drop of blood.

The pitch-black blood continued to flow in the body of the black dragon, and at this time, the body of the black dragon slowly stretched out.

The body of a dragon was revealed, and the dragon scales on its body shone with a dazzling black light, which was extremely strange.

Strands of inky black aura entangled the surface of the ink dragon.

Looking from a distance, it looks particularly weird.

"Devour Luohou's blood and gain 100 evolution points."

Hearing the system prompt sound coming from his ear, Mo Jiao widened his eyes. He never expected that this was really Luohou's essence and blood.

At the same time, the system prompt sounded again.

“Whether evolution has occurred.”

Mo Jiao started evolving without any hesitation.

If he could obtain Luohou's abilities, it would be a huge improvement for Mo Jiao.

As Mo Jiao made the decision, a biting cold aura began to linger around his body.

From a distance, it looks like a black abyss without any light.

While the Black Dragon was devouring Luohou's blood, Yin Mo also came to the depths of Luoyun Sect.

At this moment, he was inside the yellow protective shield of the copper bowl, looking at the six people with him with great interest.

There were four men and two women. Except for a quiet and graceful woman in yellow who was in her twenties, the rest of them looked to be over thirty years old.

Even one of the green-robed monks looked to be over fifty years old.

Although on the surface he seemed to have the highest cultivation level among the few, reaching the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage, Yin Mo still sighed and shook his head.

These people are not very talented, and there is a high probability that they will not be able to break through to the foundation-building stage in the future. There is only one outcome left for them.

But soon, Yin Mo's gaze fell on a big bearded man and stayed for a moment. His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, but then returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

This man is the young master of the Tiansha Sect, and his purpose for coming here is the same as Yin Mo's.

However, Yin Mo's purpose for the Spirit Eye Tree was to obtain the alcohol liquid in order to revive the Xuantian Immortal Vine.

It’s a pity that the Xuantian Immortal Vine cannot be saved by alcohol alone.

Thinking of this, Yin Mo chuckled and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)