"salamander."

The beast cultivators only heard Li Mo's muttering to himself, and then Li Mo's body shriveled up, revealing a fifteen-meter giant salamander.

There is a towering ancient tree above the head of the salamander. Its head shakes slightly, and little bits of life fall out.

Although it will not heal the injury, the salamander's vitality can at least prevent deterioration and suppress the toxins in the animal cultivator's body.

Li Mo stared at Pei Yuan Guo, and its medicinal power was difficult to break through to three hundred years. Unfortunately, there was not much poisonous smoke from the outside world, so he could not go further.

Even so, the three-hundred-year-old Pei Yuan Fruit has endless magical uses.

The tattooed beast can be reborn through the medicinal power of Pei Yuan Fruit, which can also be used to nourish the organs and body, or improve the quality of the corpse mountain.

After Li Mo completely cleared away the poisonous smoke, the puppet cultivator couldn't help but feel depressed. He left dozens of corpses in a panic and reluctantly evacuated.

Only Yuanwei Zhenjun refused to give up and wanted to die together.

The two of them fought farther and farther away, and their figures disappeared into the thick fog.

Li Mo just took a look. There was a huge gap between the false elixir stage and the weak crown stage. The condensed spiritual power of Zhenjun Yuantiao was enough for him to drink a pot.

Li Mo took advantage of his medical skills to repair the injuries of the monks, while at the same time he was distracted by sorting out the harvest at Caishikou.

An Gang did not compete with Li Mo for the corpse of the human-bear monster. The space in the evergreen tree was filled with flesh and bones, and there were nearly five thousand contribution points.

After Li Mo finished all the surgeries, An just returned to Caishikou.

An Gang's expression was gloomy. He held the half-meter-long body of Zhenjun Yuanming in his hand, threw it to Li Mo and said, "Since your Dao body can absorb toxins, take the flesh and blood."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the Yamen, obviously not in a good mood.

Xu Hu smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then whispered to Li Mo: "It should be the order of Shopkeeper Tian, ​​who intends to let Zhenjun Yuanmi go."

"Why?"

"I heard that the situation at the slaughterhouse is not peaceful. Even if An Gang can kill Zhenjun Yuanmi, he may lose his fighting power in a short time."

Xu Hu patted Li Mo on the shoulder and staggered towards the building.

The surviving monks bowed respectfully and thanked Li Mo, then stood up and left one after another. The Yamen was responsible for cleaning the battlefield.

Li Mo looked at the Yamen and watched An Gang's Bingxing Palace escape to the south.

The spiritual tablet in my arms generates warmth.

Li Mo checked helplessly, and it turned out that it was also about the trouble in the slaughterhouse, but Tian Changwen did not let the calligraphy and painting hall go directly.

It's just that somewhere near the slaughterhouse, logistical support is provided to encircle and suppress the animal disaster.

Li Mo also has time to digest the harvest.
Chapter completed!