In the great black sky, the sun and moon have no light.

One glance at the opening and closing reveals the impermanence.

This is the secret of the "Black Sky Meditation Sutra". As his cultivation gradually progressed, Li Mo gradually discovered that his relationship with the released demons and ghosts was extremely subtle.

Their energy and spirit are imprinted in the void, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can sense it from afar, intercept this confusing and mysterious method, and bring it down to the world.

Monkeys are like this.

Such is the case with big birds.

Such a waste baby.

The same is true for big snakes.

At this moment, Li Mo's spiritual sense surged out like a tide, like the sun and the moon changing, like the mountains moving, spreading everywhere, covering the entire courtyard in an instant.

In a daze, everyone saw a phantom slowly emerging from behind Li Mo. It was a giant snake coiling in the sky, its huge body wrapped around the mountains and rivers, with clear scales and cold light like stars.

The terrifying big snake was entrenched behind Li Mo, with a myriad of features and a terrifying look. Li Mo slowly closed his eyes along with him.

In an instant, everyone felt that their vision went dark, and all the light fell into endless confusion as that one eye was closed tightly.

Their thoughts, thoughts, and souls seemed to be trapped in it... their bodies seemed to be in silence, and there was no longer any attachment or action.

"This...what is this..."

In the quiet courtyard, someone was roaring in their hearts. It was the first time in her life that she felt such desperate fear. She was even more frightened than the first time she encountered a demon appearing and the first time she saw human life withering away.

However, such fear came with the darkness and was imprisoned in the immobile body, unable to be vented.

In the end, even this different emotion seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness.

"Amitabha!"

Kurongshan Faming clasped his hands together, chanted the name of the Buddha, and the cassock on his body made a hunting sound. It seemed that he wanted to make a final struggle to break the appearance of the black heaven demon king with the Buddhist Dharma that universalizes compassion.

Li Mo stood still, with his eyes closed tightly. The big snake behind him looked like a demon king, and even though the Buddha's name was resounding, it remained motionless.

In the end, Faming screamed, vomited blood, and fell into silence, and there was no more movement.

Buzz…

Suddenly, a sword roar resounded, like a bowstring breaking.

Xu Feng was unaware of the roar of the long sword behind him. His eyes widened with anger, and he stretched out his hand suddenly to draw out the sword and cut through the endless false illusion in front of him.

However, when he shouted violently, his whole body seemed to be turned to stone, and the hand that drew the sword stayed in mid-air, unable to move again.

The horror in his eyes gradually dissipated with the light.

In front of Li Mo's strength, in front of the Black Sky Demon King, the strongest descendant of [Spirit Sword Mountain] didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.

In the blink of an eye, the whole courtyard was silent, and everyone seemed to have lost their souls, frozen in place and unconscious.

The originally quiet courtyard seemed to have become a cemetery, with everything destroyed and only the walking corpses left.

"Mysterious magic comes from my spiritual sense... I am worthy of being a descendant of the Black Sword lineage and a descendant of Luofu."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded slowly in the small, dead courtyard, with a hint of heavyness and sharpness, and a hint of excitement.

Among the frozen crowd, a young man walked out slowly. His face was lazy, but his eyes were condensed with a gleaming light, sharp and horrifying.

A terrifying spiritual sense flickered all over the body, like a rising fire, bringing a glimmer of light into the vast darkness, driving away the cold sky and night.

"Dayan Mountain, Zhao Poxie!" The visitor shouted softly, trying to protect his family. With this name alone, he was not an unknown person.

"Dayan Mountain..."

On the high platform, Li Mo's eyes were still closed, but when he heard the name, the corners of his lips slightly opened and he read it out loud.

The reason is for no other reason than Dayan Mountain's great reputation, ranking eighteen among the three thousand famous mountains in the world, and among the top twenty.

This is what Master Ji calls a top student.

Li Mo didn't expect that there would be such a young master hiding in the [Yuanchi Club] today. His strength was far greater than that of Fa Ming and Xu Fenghuan.

However, he hid his whereabouts and blended into the crowd, like a demon sword hiding its edge. Finally, at this moment, he showed his fangs in the face of Li Mo's fierce power.

"Luofu Mountain... this lineage has been silent for three hundred years. I never thought there would be a monster like you again..."

Zhao Poxie gave a soft drink, and the spiritual senses all over his body seemed to burn, and the flames burned brightly, seeming to drive away the darkness that filled the yard.

"Today I'm here to take a look at the depth of the Black Sword lineage."

Zhao Poxie's eyes were like hidden spiritual torches, and the fire around him continued to spread, and he finally cut his way through the darkness.

Dayan Mountain, Spiritual Fire Conveying God Technique.

This is a competition in the art of spiritual perception. It may seem like illusions are intertwined and bizarre, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. In an instant, life and death can change.

Rumble…

Finally, Zhao Poxie protected his body with the [Spiritual Fire Art of Resurrection to the Gods] and withstood the terrifying pressure of the snake's phantom, and took a step forward.

The "fire" around him became more intense, forcing the "darkness" to retreat.

The descendant of Dayan Mountain took another step forward, filled with terrifying inner energy, as if thousands of horses were collapsing, pressing towards the high platform, towards Li Mo.

Step three!

Zhao Poxie's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He took three steps and entered the war-worthy place.

"Well, you are worthy of being the descendant of Dayan Mountain. He can actually take three steps in front of me... It's terrifying. It's terrifying."

At this moment, Li Mo let out a sigh, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Hearing such praise, Zhao Poxie sneered in his heart and was about to take action.

Suddenly, he watched Li Mo's eyes open. Even the phantom of the big snake behind him trembled in scales and slowly opened his eyes.

The next moment, all the surrounding darkness dissipated, the brilliance between heaven and earth seemed to jump out, and endless light surged in like a frenzy, overflowing every corner.

Such bright and intense light was something Zhao Poxie had never seen before.

Bathed in such light, he only felt his eyes stinging, almost bleeding, and the "fire" around him was completely ignited under the light.

The powerful spiritual sense exploded violently and almost uncontrollably.

"Ahhhh..."

Zhao Poxie let out a shrill scream, and at this moment, a word appeared in his mind.

Set yourself on fire.

Since he became successful in cultivation, he has never felt that his spiritual sense is so hot. On his chest, face, back, stomach...the most difficult thing to wipe is his hair.

Bang……

There was an explosion, and Zhao Poxie knelt down on the ground. He fell down hard, and his breath suddenly became extremely weak.

After the descendant of Dayan Mountain took three steps in front of Li Mo, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

I don’t know how long it has passed, it seems like year after year, but it seems like a moment.

There was movement again in the quiet courtyard, and everyone opened their eyes blankly, looking at the sky as it was still dark, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

On the high platform, only Fa Ming and Xu Fenghuan were left.

At this moment, they were looking around blankly, as if they were looking for something.

"Where is Luofu's descendant? He ran away?"

Someone whispered and questioned, as if everything just happened was like a dream, passing by without a trace, leaving no trace of it.

Only Fa Ming and Xu Feng still looked puzzled, as if they still had residual aftertaste.

"The Black Sword is of the same lineage and comes from the same ancestry, so he ran away without taking action?"

"Sure enough, being a member of the Black Sword lineage is more of a curse than a blessing for this kind of person."

"I was shocked. I thought he was so awesome..."

In the quiet little courtyard, the lively and relaxed atmosphere was restored again, with everyone laughing and joking freely.

Only in the corner, a lonely figure turned around and was about to leave.

Zhao Poxie's face was pale, and there were still faint traces of bright red blood on his clothes. He turned around, looked at the slightly mocking expressions on everyone's faces, and couldn't help but sneer.

These idiots don't even have the qualifications to remember how powerful that man is.

"Ignorance is the privilege of the weak."

Zhao Poxie murmured softly, and suddenly remembered the words of His Majesty Shenzong that had been spread to Zhiguang.

"Luofu Mountain...Li Mo..." Zhao Poxie shook his head, chewing the name over and over again.

The moment he failed, he knew that this year's Xuantian Pavilion final exam would be different from the past.

That lineage had been silent for three hundred years, and finally the monster appeared again.

I just don’t know if this evildoer can stand in front of the five mountain gates, shake the five-story high-rise building like the black sword back then, and reach the heaven and enter the mysterious realm.

"It's a waste of time."
To be continued...