Chapter 58: The person who blocks the way, bites to death (seeking reading)

Author: The younger brother of the true brother

Chapter 58: The person who blocks the way, bites to death (seeking reading)

The rainstorm continued, and soon there was half a meter deep water on the street.

The black market has become extremely chaotic.

Some monks responded in time, and without the means to resist disasters, they simply retreated outside the black market to avoid getting involved in danger.

The water waves hit one side of the Qinghonghua Building, and rainwater seeped into the gaps between the doors and windows.

The temperature in the shop dropped to freezing point, the walls were covered with a layer of frost, and the candlelights placed on the table became looming.

While Li Mo was stunned, the flower building suddenly vibrated, and the aura of magic weapon emitted became even more intense.

The flower building should be a medium-grade magic weapon of eight refinings, and its main spiritual materials are of great value.

Mr. Futu looked out the window with a serious expression, and reminded: "Li Mo came to the second floor as soon as possible, the lobby is not very safe."

"good."

Li Mo walked through the steps in three steps in two steps, and the divided areas were fully equipped and there were stoves to ensure the appropriate temperature.

Each area is facing the window and you can see the outside world.

"Hehehehehehehe..."

Han Cai smiled strangely, his eight arms stretched out, supporting his body to the window, sensing the riotous water spiritual energy.

He couldn't help but sigh: "I really don't know what level the monk who presided over the auction is. I'm afraid that at least he has formed a pill and may have further achieved the inconsistency of the Nascent Soul."

Li Mo raised his eyebrows and found that the Nascent Soul Stage in later generations was called "Bukuai".

"Everyone has stood firm."

As soon as the lay Buddhist Futu finished speaking, an explosion sounded at the bottom of the flower building. The shop actually broke free from the constraints of the ground and floated on the water like a ship.

The house sways like a sailboat chasing a storm.

Li Mo staggered, but fortunately, the desert map hooked the beam so that he would not fall.

The rain has accumulated more than ten meters, and the methods of each store are the same, and they control the magic tools of the house to resist disasters caused by auctions.

The magic array that covers the black market of the heart beast gradually loses its effect at this time, and can block the vision and the black fog that hears through dissipation.

Li Mo couldn't help asking: "Is this the case for all the auctions over the years?"

Mr. Futu explained: "That's not the case. The auction fifty years ago turned the black market into an active crater, and half of the monks were killed or injured in an instant. Now it's much gentler."

Li Mo is a little confused.

Could it be that the people behind the black market are taking advantage of the disaster to eliminate some cultivators with insufficient strength?

After collecting some rain, Han Cai returned to the store: "This is wherever he went, now it's just a start."

"Hehehehe..."

As the waterlogging gets deeper, the black market is a bit weird.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and could vaguely see a two or three-meter-long black shadow swimming in the water, which caused the monks around him to scream in horror.

The black shadow is like a pieced together by a large number of corpses, dozens of arms turned into fish fins, and the tail is connected with dense human heads.

"Help……"

A monk asked for help, and his bulging right arm transformed into the upper body of a mandrill, trying to prevent the black shadow from approaching him.

As a result, a black shadow flashed by, and the monk was pulled into the water and could not struggle.

Seeing this, many monks chose to climb up the eaves of the shop, hoping to use the high ground to avoid the attacks of monsters under the water.

The monks in the shop took action without hesitation.

Their ability to obtain a quota for the store is definitely not comparable to that of casual cultivators. After simple cooperation with each other, the smell of blood spreads everywhere.

The corpses rolled down from the eaves of the shop, and the rain washed away the blood from the tiles. The cruelty hidden in the auction was already visible.

Fortunately, most monks have made preparations in advance.

A small boat floated on the water, with magic weapons protecting itself, so there was no need to be afraid of the sudden attack of monsters, but the expression was a little scared.

There are also magic weapons that can be controlled in the air, but such magic weapons consume more spiritual power, and only they know how long they can last.

Manager Hu glanced lazy outside the window, and there were several monks taking refuge on the eaves of the flower building.

She covered her mouth and smiled, "Li Mo, why don't a bunch of bed bugs let us do it, right?"

Li Mo nodded helplessly, then walked out of the window, stepped on the eaves of the flower building with heavy rain, and made a crisp sound.

As soon as he showed up, he attracted several pairs of hot gazes.

While the monks were guarding against each other, they all looked at Li Mo, and they all had an idea in their hearts, which was to kill each other.

Each store generally accommodates four or five monks. As long as Li Mo dies, the quota will be free. Maybe he has a chance?

A large number of monks were paying attention to the Qinghonghualou. They were not sure how the lay Buddhist Futu found a young monk who was unknown.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and observed the monks surrounding him.

There are mixed monks, and there are obviously those who deliberately approach Qinghonghua Building. After all, whether there are shop quotas is involved, the benefits involved are very great.

A fox-faced young actor walked out of the crowd with a folding fan in his hand, bowed to the shop with his animal claws to thank him, and the monk beside him showed fear.

"If the three seniors are disturbed, the young actor Li Zhenwan will never refuse."

He ignored Li Mo and naturally showed his cultivation level at the fourth level of the total horn stage, and his spiritual power was relatively pure, unlike his origin as a scattered cultivator.

"The master and Taoist priest, I drank wine with senior Futu some time ago. I wanted the young man to come to the Qinghonghua Building to serve as a dog or a horse."

Wang Lizhen was constantly showing off, noticing the three lay Buddhists of Futu at all, and looked at him with a pity.

Li Mo walked slowly to Wang Lizhen within ten meters, and the desert map crackled in the wind.

Wang Lizhen turned his head and said with a smile: "This fellow Taoist has a rich spiritual power. It's a good idea to have such cultivation at a young age, but it's a pity..."

He seemed gentle on the surface, but in fact his attitude was like teaching his younger generations, and he revealed his disapproval of Li Mo everywhere.

Seeing that Li Mo was still unwilling to give in, Wang Lizhen suddenly felt angry.

He stretched out his left hand, and the claws hidden in his fingertips had already attached spiritual power. He thought that if he touched Li Mo, it would be at least a heavy blow.

Han Cai couldn't help but laugh, and dozens of small spiders appeared in his mouth.

"fox."

Wang Lizhen only felt a force of gravity hitting his chest.

He immediately saw the fiery red fox appearing on the eaves, and the raindrops evaporate to form a rich mist, and the scene is extremely terrifying.

The red fox bit Wang Lizhen's body and bit his head without waiting for the latter to react.

Wang Lizhen still had consciousness in his head, and could only watch himself fall into the water, and finally his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

Li Mo still has a lot of things to do, so how can he waste it on Xiaoxiao?

Hui Qingyi used it to the extreme. With his strong spiritual power, the size of the Red Fox broke through the upper limit of seven meters and stopped until it was close to nine meters.

A fox crow.

The raindrops flew out like arrows off the strings.

The casual cultivator would rather face the monsters in the water than be enemies with Li Mo, and he suddenly stayed away from the Qinghonghua Tower in a mess.

Han Cai murmured: "Is it the Tao body?"

"The Yangyuan Sutra cannot reach such a level. It is definitely the innate Taoist body."

The lay Buddhist Futu said confidently: "It should be... a body without leakage?!!"

[It is still too slow to write, which leads to poor reading grades. If other authors have considered cutting the book, but I still want to tell the story in full.]

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