Ziyun Mountain.

Green bamboo forest hut.

The snow-white big fox stared at Yue Mo with curious expression.

"What realm are you in now?" asked the White Fox Zhuiyue.

"Sixth level." Yue Mo said calmly.

The white fox opened his mouth wide and did not close for a long time.

"You... your clone is almost baby, I... I haven't even survived the thunder tribulation yet." The white fox Zhuiyue said almost stammeringly.

"The clone is a corpse ghost preaching, so it is not easy to form a ghost baby." Yue Mo said with a blank look.

"Then what realm are you?" the white fox asked in surprise.

"It's also level six, but there's some chance recently. If you grasp it, it shouldn't be a big problem to survive the transformation thunder tribulation." Yue Mo said after thinking for a moment.

"What opportunity?" the white fox asked again.

Yue Mo smiled but said nothing.

It’s not that Zhu Zishan is unwilling to drag everything out, but that he doesn’t want the White Fox Zhuiyue to know too much, the more he knows, the more dangerous it is.

If it weren't for the confirmation of the identity of the White Tiger Chasing Yue, Yue Mo even suspected that the White Fox Chasing Yue was pretending to be the ancestor of Mengshan using illusions.

"This is not an opportunity for you, but a danger equivalent to Jedi. Let's talk about how you messed with Taiyuan Sect." Yue Mo said.

The white fox opened his mouth and spit out a wooden box without explanation.

The wooden box opens.

There was a purple spiritual herb in the wooden box, which exuded a majestic spiritual energy, which made Yue Mo look at him.

"What is this?" Yue Mo asked.

"Purple Dragon Immortal Grass." said the white fox.

"What kind of grass is this? I haven't heard of it."

"This is my own name." said the White Fox.

"Oh..." Yue Mo showed a sudden look on his face.

"Five years ago... I found this thing in the backyard of a family in the corner of Ziyun Mountain. It was the only one growing in the corner of a dirt wall house. At that time, I felt that this thing was extraordinary, so I lived in this family..."

"I practice next to this object, and it is like being in the best spiritual veins in Mengshan Mountain. The most amazing thing is that the spiritual energy around this object is not revealed, and the divine object is hidden." said the white fox chasing the moon.

"Then why is this thing so surging now?"

"Half a day ago... the monks from Taiyuan Sect patrol the mountain and accidentally approached this object. This object burst out with spiritual energy to repel their Netherworld Corpse Qi, and then they showed magicality..."

"The spiritual energy that this spiritual herb burst out in an instant was like a purple dragon patrol the sky..."

"Although I used illusion to capture the disciples of Taiyuan Sect who were patrolling the mountain, the celestial phenomena could not be concealed at all. In the end, there were spies who escaped. I could only take the Purple Dragon Immortal Grass, but I didn't expect to be captured..." The white fox Zhuiyue sighed and said.

"So you have always lived in seclusion in Ziyun Mountain..."

After a long time.

Yue Mo sighed and said.

"I was in the village at the foot of Ziyun Mountain in this Jiazi period, and I didn't go far." The white fox Zhuiyue turned his head and bit his fox's mouth and said.

"After all, I owe you money, so you can stay in this purple bamboo forest to practice in the future."

After Yue Mo finished speaking, he took out a potted plant from the storage bag.

The pot also contains Xilan, which is a spare object for the sacred tree of cause and effect.

"Plant this grass inside." Yue Mo took out a small jade hoe, dug a small hole in the soil, and then planted the purple dragon fairy grass into the small hole and covered it with soil.

The surging spiritual energy of the Purple Dragon Immortal Grass instantly disappeared and became ordinary. But if you absorb it through practice, a refreshing spiritual energy of grass and trees can slowly emit from the Purple Dragon Immortal Grass.

Yue Mo cultivated the ghost energy of the underworld and absorbed the mysterious spiritual energy. The grass and wood aura emitted by the purple dragon fairy grass has no effect on Yue Mo and is naturally of no use to the monks of the Taiyuan Sect.

However, this thing is magical, and Mao Quhuo relies on his strong cultivation level, so he naturally wants to take it for himself.

For human cultivators, killing demons and taking pills and then taking spiritual herbs is just a normal thing. Yue Mo didn't want to kill people at first, but the hair was ignorant of being confused and ignorant. Yue Mo naturally didn't mind taking action to establish his authority.

At least let the people in Taiyuan Sect know that Yuemo is not a soft persimmon, and that no one can say it in person.

Purple bamboo forest.

The rain is swaying...

Two seemingly ordinary bonsai were placed next to the windowsill by Yue Mo...

Thousands of miles away.

A stupa of thousands of feet.

Regret the Demon Realm.

In a small grotto.

A wild boar was lying on his silence and slept soundly.

The wild boar snoring sounded rumbling, shaking the demon souls practicing around them, and retreating one after another.

Suddenly.

The wild boar's ears moved.

The sleeping wild boar raised his head, and the pig's mouth was still hanging saliva, which was a foot long.

Zhu Zishan slept for a long time this time, which almost made him feel a little dazed.

It took a long time...

Zhu Zishan came to his senses.

Now Zhu Zishan has mastered the Tianerzhi. Unless there is a snoring sound and singing the "Great Compassion and Meditation Mantra", Zhu Zishan will not be awakened at all.

Now Zhu Zishan has woken up, purely because he has been sleeping for too long.

According to the news from Yuemo, Zhu Zishan slept for at least three months.

In other words, in the past three months, in such a huge regret realm, there were no other noises except Zhu Zishan's snoring and the chanting of the demon soul.

"It's really boring." The wild boar demon curled his lips.

The Demon Realm of Regret is not absolutely quiet. There is always the sound of the devil soul chanting scriptures, especially some demon souls with loud voices. They use the method of reciting loudly for the "Great Compassion and Meditation Mantra". The sounds are connected together, just like the brainwashing demon sound. Fortunately, Zhu Zishan has refined the Tianer Tong, and after a set, this sound can be automatically blocked, allowing him to clearly hear the abnormal movements of the entire Demon Realm of Regret.

Suddenly.

The wild boar's ears moved, and he turned the pig's head and happened to see a demon soul looking at him.

The demon soul was covered in pussy and was very ugly. He stared at the wandering wild boar demon with small eyes, as if he had discovered something amazing.

The wild boar demon also turned around and looked at the demon soul.

The two eyes are opposite.

The wild boar demon stepped forward to the demon soul.

I only heard the demon soul say almost in a roaring tone: "Why don't you need to practice the "Mantra of Great Compassion and Meditation"?"

"I have a harmonious mind and no flaws. Naturally, I don't need to use external forces to make myself feel comfortable." The wild boar monster said truthfully with a big mouth.

The demon soul showed a shocked expression when he heard this, and then his face became extremely distorted, and hatred filled his face.

"Damn it! I hate it so much!" The Demon Soul roared hysterically.

A black lotus suddenly bloomed in front of the empty demon soul.

With the emergence of the black lotus, the karma of the demon soul seemed to be stronger, but the energy and spirit were rapidly losing...

The wild boar's little eyes closed.

He finally waited for the changes he wanted to observe. Only by observing countless changes and seeing the essence through phenomena can Zhu Zishan truly and thoroughly understand the operating mechanism of Wanzhang Pagoda. Only by truly and thoroughly understanding Wanzhang Pagoda can Zhu Zishan be able to take chestnuts from the fire and gain benefits.

"Uh uh uh..." The demon soul let out a roar of unknown significance. This life was filled with resentment and pain, full of despair and reluctance.

The karma burned, driving away the essence and magic power of the demon soul and even igniting his soul.

"Ten, nine, eight,..." The wild boar demon who was concentrating on observing suddenly counted down.

When Zhu Zishan counted one, the demon soul turned into a stream of blue smoke.
Chapter completed!