The nine great relics are the supreme secret technique recorded in the Yuan Dan chapter of "The Art of Swallowing Ghosts" and contain the essence of how to counterattack the evil spirits of Taiyin.

Taoism is condensed into elixir fruit, and once it is put into the belly, the essence becomes, the golden elixir for life, the relic for death, the cycle of life and death is practiced in Xuan Gong, the golden elixir is transformed into the relic for death...

In order to refine this [White Bone Relic], Li Mo spent an unknown amount of effort, seizing the parasitic demon talisman, refining the bone skeleton, searching for evil places, using spiritual soul to enlighten him, swallowing the lunar moon, and absorbing the evil energy from all directions.

He took the essence of the bones... and finally fused it with the demon golden elixir.

From birth to death, he passed through the mysteries and finally emerged from the sky.

This white bone relic contains immeasurable evil power. It can be suppressed with the body. It can not only nourish flesh and blood, increase Taoism, but at critical moments, it can even be used as a sacrifice to kill enemies.

Such a treasure has a fatal attraction for masters like the White Bone Monarch who are proficient in sorcery.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if Li Mo breaks through the nine-inch realm in the future, survives the catastrophe of life and death, and steps into [Spiritual Breath], this [Bone Relic] will be of great help to him.

The strong wind suddenly rose, the moonlight shattered, and the bones as powerful as white bones were shattered by the conceived relic, and all the essence of the body was melted into the round white and transparent elixir.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

In an instant, the white mysterious light soared into the sky, tearing apart the long wind at a terrifying speed and flying far away.

Since ancient times, whenever there is a strange treasure, it must be channeled, and the bone relic must leave this place as soon as it is born.

When Li Mo saw this, his eyes suddenly sank. This was a treasure he had worked hard to cultivate.

For it, Li Mo even risked his own life, visited the corpse slope at night, and fought with a nine-inch master like the Bone Temple Master. He suffered a bloody disaster, and the nail of the little finger of his right hand was broken.

After paying such a painful price, how could Li Mo let this treasure go in vain?

The bone relic is in his pocket, and he will definitely sleep with her in his arms tonight.

Rumble…

Li Mo circulated his inner breath, touched the ground with both feet, and the place where he stood suddenly collapsed. His whole body shot out like an arrow from a string, chasing the white mysterious light that disappeared into the night.

The huge pit dragged the surrounding tombs into it one after another, and the smoke and dust rising into the sky gradually obscured Li Mo's retreating figure.

On the deserted slope of corpses, only Shang Xujian and Luo Xiaoxiao were left looking at each other.

Their senses seemed to be still stuck in the battle just now, unable to extricate themselves.

That kind of shock goes deep into people's hearts, like a brand that cannot be worn away for a long time.

"Dead...dead..."

Finally, Shang Xujian whispered with a somewhat uncertain tone that brought both of them back from their thoughts.

The majestic Master of the White Bone Temple, a great expert in the Nine Inch Realm, how many of such an invincible being could be found in Longyuan Mansion? He actually died in the hands of Emperor Yu like this.

If such news were to spread, it would be shocking and eye-catching.

Just by looking at the reactions of Shang Xujian and Luo Xiaoxiao at this moment, you can tell that even if they saw it with their own eyes, they were still immersed in shock, looking dazed and unable to believe it.

"Yu Huang...he killed a master in the nine-inch realm...how far has his cultivation reached?" Shang Xujian murmured softly.

As early as the moment when the Master of White Bone Temple fell, he completely gave up the idea of ​​avenging his previous shame.

Who am I looking for to avenge my shame? The Bathing Emperor?

Nine Cun Realm died in his hands, and he was just slapped twice. Thinking about it now, there seems to be nothing unacceptable. On the contrary, Shangxu Sword actually gave birth to a feeling of being slapped.

feeling.

Nine-inch masters like the White Bone Temple Master died at the hands of Emperor Yu, but he was not beaten to death. Thinking about it, he was extremely awesome.

Once the pattern is opened, Shang Xujian's temperament will be different, and his back will become stronger.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years... or even longer, if this bathing emperor really becomes famous all over the world and becomes a big shot.

The past of Shangxu Sword can definitely be bragging about for a lifetime, and it is even regarded as the miracle legend of Yumen Mountain and is praised from generation to generation.

By that time, he would be the legend of taking the Bath Emperor's blows with his face and not dying even after more than ten moves.

Compared to the alternative way of thinking that Shang Xujian opened up, Luo Xiaoxiao's mood seemed extremely complicated.

She didn't even have the courage to stop the other party just now.

The strength displayed by Yu Huang made her instinctively feel a kind of... fear.

Yes, it was fear. She actually had other emotions besides respect and love for the marriageable person she valued.

This made Luo Xiaoxiao feel extremely frustrated.

She began to doubt whether she was worthy of this mysterious and low-key bathing emperor, and whether she could get married within the year, give birth to twins in two years, carry a third child in three years, help marry a concubine in five years, and seven years...

Luo Xiaoxiao shook her head, feeling desperate about her life plan.

She could clearly see the gap between herself and Yu Huang.

That kind of man may be something she can only hope for.

"Is it really like what Mai Xiangu said... is this just my wishful thinking?"

Luo Xiaoxiao clenched her hands, feeling deep disgust and hatred for her own incompetence and weakness for the first time in her life.

If I were stronger and more talented, I might be able to catch up with the Bath Emperor.

"Let's go quickly..."

At this moment, Shang Xujian's voice pulled Luo Xiaoxiao's thoughts back.

There was too much noise in this battle, and this place was already a place of right and wrong.

The most important thing is that what happened at Zhujian Mountain has just happened. The Lord of the White Bone Temple actually intercepted and killed Yu Huang here. It happened that Shang Xujian and Luo Xiaoxiao were also here. If someone saw this, it would be like jumping into the river.

Not clear.

They happened to be present during the two assassinations of Emperor Yu, so even a fool would make the connection and suspect them.

Although the two of them could swear and bet on the reputation of their eighteenth generation ancestors... But now is the critical period of Xuantian Pavilion's assessment, and they are just short of the last round... What if there is an opponent secretly making a stumbling block? What is the truth?

It's not that important anymore.

Sometimes, the human heart is more terrifying than demons and ghosts. Who can stand up to the scrutiny under the sun?

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Luo Xiaoxiao's mind was so alert and exquisite that she immediately thought of the joints involved. Without any hesitation, she gathered her mood and quickly left the scene of the incident with Shang Xujian.

After a long time, the night wind howled, the bright moon disappeared, and dark clouds came over.

A burst of heavy footsteps penetrated the thick fog barrier and echoed on the corpse slope.

"master……"

Luo Jingkuang walked to the broken corpse of the White Bone Temple Master and fell to his knees with a plop, his bloodshot eyes showing deep anger and hatred.

Tonight, the Master of the White Bone Temple had told him before leaving that he would definitely bring the head of Emperor Yu when he came back, and completely push him to the altar of this Xuantian Pavilion assessment.

However, Luo Jingkuang never thought in his wildest dreams that his master with a nine-inch cultivation level would still die in the hands of the Emperor Yu.

"Damn...damn...am I going to be suppressed by you for the rest of my life?" Luo Jingkuang tightly grasped the broken flesh and blood of the White Bone Temple Master, his voice like a wild beast full of murderous intent.

There was a dull pain in his left arm, and the skin on the surface was suddenly cracked. From the cracked gap, you could clearly see countless insects crawling and intertwining under the skin to form his new arm.

The hatred for a broken arm, the hatred for killing his master... these made Luo Jingkuang almost fall into a state of madness.

"I'm not willing...I'm not willing..." Luo Jingkuang beat the broken corpse of the White Bone Temple Master with all his strength, and his whole body was instantly covered with blood.

"So what if you don't give in? Even your master died in his hands."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice came from behind.

Luo Jingkuang turned around and looked around. When he saw the face of the person coming, his red eyes couldn't help but sink slightly.

"Qi Yu... no, I should call you Black Mountain Old Demon."

"Oh? It seems that Brother Baigu values ​​you very much and has told you everything." Qi Yu remained calm, but his eyes became colder.

"Everyone has a secret... often their deepest secret is their greatest weakness." Luo Jingkuang sneered: "This sentence must have been left by your Luofu Mountain Black Sword."

"Usually knowing other people's secrets will put yourself in danger." Qi Yu said lightly.

"What? You want to fight with me?" Luo Jingkuang stood up, with deep fear in his eyes.

"Are we going to start with you?" Qi Yu's eyes squinted, but he smiled: "You're not worthy yet."

Buzz…

These words seemed to stir up the most sensitive nerves in Luo Jingkuang's heart, allowing his anger to find an outlet to vent. The powerful inner breath exploded around him, instantly destroying the remains of the White Bone Temple Lord for the second time.

"Anger will only show your incompetence." Qi Yu stood still and said calmly: "I'm here to help you."

"Help me? Can you kill Yu Huang?" Luo Jingkuang raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

"I don't want to fight with him yet... If you want revenge, you can only rely on yourself..." Qi Yu whispered softly.

"On my own?" Luo Jingkuang lowered his head and looked at the remains of the White Bone Temple Master, clenching his fists tightly.

All the masters in the Nine Cun Realm died in the hands of Emperor Yu. With his current level of cultivation, if he seeks revenge, he will die.

"The [Black Sky Parasitism Technique] you practiced was originally passed on to Taoist Brother White Bones by me... It's a pity that you are dull and have not yet understood the secret of this mysterious art." Qi Yu said lightly.

"What's the meaning?"
To be continued...