The inner breath is the wisp of innate energy brought out from the mother's womb that has not yet dissipated. Ordinary people can only draw out this breath before they die.

However, the inner breath is ultimately contaminated by the mortal world and is not pure and flawless. It is a matter of nature and nurture.

In this world, there is a kind of person who, after stepping into the spirit breath, can practice thousands of times, wash away the acquired worldly energy, return to nature, and fully realize the innate wonders.

This kind of person has a round mind, a clear spiritual awareness, is impervious to all evil, and cannot be harmed by any evil.

The beautiful woman was horrified and shocked. She knew that the young man standing in front of her was such a master.

After the spiritual breath is washed away, you return to your original nature and gain the innate wonder.

For such masters, their strength is much more powerful than those of the same realm, especially their physical bodies, which are extraordinary and unimaginable.

"As expected of Xuantian Pavilion!"

The beautiful woman shivered and did not dare to continue to show off her cruelty. She curled up and leaned against the corner of the iron cage, shivering. She lowered her eyes and did not even dare to look directly at Li Mo.

"It seems to be just average. It's not as cute as our little fox." Li Mo grinned and teased the little fox lying on his shoulder.

"snort!"

The little fox glanced disdainfully at the dog demon in the iron cage and raised his head high.

"Take it down." Li Mo waved his hand.

Dang Dang Dang...

At this moment, a burst of bells rang, shaking the Xuantian Pavilion.

If Li Mo realized something, he followed the sound and found that the direction he was facing happened to be the Demon Subduing Hall.

"Old Feng is out of seclusion."

It has been nearly five months since Li Mo won the top spot on the new list and entered Xuantian Pavilion.

Feng Wannian also stayed in seclusion for nearly five months.

He is extremely ambitious and wants to cut off the shackles of the Xuanmen sword seed, feed the demon with the seed, and transform and be reborn.

Now, the bells of Fumo Palace are ringing loudly, which means Feng Wannian must be coming out of seclusion.

"Go and have a look."

Li Mo's thoughts suddenly arose, and his figure was swept away by a strong wind, disappearing in a flash.

A moment later, Li Mo appeared outside the Demon Subduing Hall.

The ancient door was wide open on all sides, but a thin figure was already standing outside the door.

After not seeing each other for several months, Feng Wannianqing had lost a lot of weight, but the moment he saw Li Mo, his face still showed a smile that was a bit businessmanish and treacherous.

"Old Li!"

"Old Feng!"

When Li Mo saw that Feng Wannian had come out of seclusion safely, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart that had been holding on to him slowly dropped.

To be honest, for Li Mo, the most important person in the world, besides Yan Zixia, is Feng Wannian.

Back then, when they were in Luofu Mountain, Feng Wannian was almost wearing the same pair of trousers as him. No matter the ups and downs, this wicked and smoking bastard was always by his side.

Therefore, Feng Wannian's importance to Li Mo is self-evident.

"Hahaha, what do you mean by that...good people don't live long..."

"The bad guys live for a thousand years..."

Li Mo and Feng Wannian looked at each other, laughed, and hugged each other with high fives.

"How's it going? Is it done?" Li Mo asked with concern.

The main purpose of Feng Wannian's retreat this time is to cut off the bond with Xuantian Taoism.

Because the sword species is a derivative of the Xuantian Dao species, it is the same as Xuantian Dao fetal energy, Yan Shuangying, etc. Sooner or later, he will become the nourishment of the Xuantian Dao species...

All dharmas follow the Tao, and all techniques nourish the seeds.

"Some gains..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Feng Wannian looked at no one around him, and then said in a solemn voice: "I received a lot of information from the void during this retreat."

As sword types, they sense each other and have a kind of connection.

Just like the relationship between them and the Xuantian Taoist species.

When Feng Wannian wanted to cut off the shackles, he naturally developed a connection with other sword species, and invisibly understood each other's secrets.

"Since the founding of the Xuantian Pavilion, a total of forty-seven sword types have been born... Of course, including the [Celestial Elephant Sword Type] that died in your hands..." Feng Wannian said solemnly.

"Forty-seven?" Li Mo thought thoughtfully.

In this way, there are only four or five sword types born every hundred years.

"Their final result was that they were collected by the Xuantian Pavilion as nutrients." Feng Wannian looked solemn, and he had unprecedented hostility towards the mysterious Xuantian Taoist.

"I heard that not long after, the imperial court will hold Xuantian's birthday...and that Xuantian Taoist seed will be born?" Li Mo blurted out.

Feng Wannian nodded and said in a deep voice: "You are right...Xuantian Dao Seed was already born...just eighteen years ago..."

"I dare to conclude that he is currently hiding in a secret place in the capital and cultivating... and... Wuliang Sword Seed has seen him..."

"What?" Li Mo's expression changed slightly.

Among the Xuanmen sword types, the only ones left now are Feng Wannian’s domineering sword type and another Wuliang sword type.

"Has he actually seen it?" Li Mo asked again.

"It seems...the information I received is also intermittent, not complete...but nine out of ten..."

Feng Wannian frowned, and the indescribable and terrifying figure appeared in his mind.

"I vaguely heard the name of Xuantian Taoist species..."
Chapter completed!