In February of 2025, time passed quickly. Jiang Mo's cultivation increased day by day, and he became more and more proficient in various historical books. However, the number of fragments had stopped at 2 and could not increase any in Jiuzhou or overseas, his thirteen clones have thoroughly explored all the areas that could be explored. However, there are too many people in the sea, and because of the natural obscurity or the secret obstruction of the two innate magic weapons, there are no new traces of the fragments of the history books. Jiang Mo made a rough estimate. He, Yue Min, and Feixian Yuzhu had about thirty pieces in total, enough to make up half of the history book. Unfortunately, there was no sign of the rest. Late at night, in the Moon-Viewing Pavilion on the back mountain, Jiang Mo was alone looking up at the sky. There, billions of bright stars dotted the dark night sky from an infinitely long distance. He was thinking that the nine planets with the sun as the core, excluding the planet they were on, all contained extremely considerable resources. He was thinking about when to go to the starry sky to develop those planets. It was too desolate and too extravagant for him or a sect to occupy a planet or eight planets. At the same time, he was absolutely sure that he could modify the natural environment there to make it suitable for human survival by "following his heart", and he had personally set foot on every planet. The spiritual energy contained there was not weaker than the current world, and was even much stronger. "How much time is left?" Jiang Mo sat on a stone chair, brewing tea and pondering for a moment. He was questioning himself whether he could possess the absolute force to stand on his own and reject all requests from the creatures from outside the abyss after they arrived. The second body, there is still room for development The original body is at the seventh level of Xuanming, and is a long way from the eighth and ninth levels. Unless he sacrifices all his lifespan in this life, it will be difficult to reach a higher level in the short term. At least, there is no need to think about it within a hundred years. Whether he can reach the peak of the seventh level of Xuanming by then is still an unknown constant. Jiang Mo drank tea, his face illuminated by the moonlight and looked a little cold. He instinctively felt that the Dao Lords and the Controllers outside of Tianyuan must know more secrets, and even have the means to suppress the history books of time. Therefore, he needs to make all the necessary preparations, improve himself, and take a few steps forward.
In addition, Jiang Mo had other expectations. He was waiting for the strong men outside Tianyuan, those affiliated monks of families, sects, and kingdoms. Although they were weak, they were the core descendants. They entered the Jiuzhou world through certain space gaps and took the initiative to communicate, cooperate, and win over him. As long as contact occurs, more information from the outside world will certainly be obtained, and a general understanding of all the Dao Lords and Masters who may pose a threat to Tianyuan will be obtained. "." “Wow! Wow! Wow!!” The sound of tea pouring from the teapot was like the trickle of water in a mountain stream. Jiang Mo drank until midnight, then suddenly gazed towards the horizon, then stood up and left. It’s time to find some sufficient nutrients for the transformation of the second true body! "Boom!!!" The white light swept across the boundless sky, and almost in an instant, Jiang Mo was touring the mountains and rivers. As his true energy swept across every inch of soil and rivers, countless scenes were all reflected deep in his mind. A few years ago, the skeleton white tiger, one of the three ancient demon kings, who fought with the Feixian Lord and was seriously injured and fled, was discovered by Jiang Mo. It is sleeping deep underground in the border desert, undergoing some critical transformation. All of its previous injuries have healed, and its aura is far more terrifying than before. There are several powerful demon kings guarding the forbidden area where it sleeps. In the desert late at night, a silver-white light suddenly descends from the sky, like a banished immortal from the world, walking into the depths of the desert. In an instant, the three demon kings noticed one after another and became stressed and frightened. The figure that appeared in the distance frightened them as if they had fallen into an icy cave. Their strong intuition told them that no matter how they struggled, it would be meaningless, because the person who came was the most powerful master in the world - Sanyi Jiang Chenqing. "You came out by yourself?" "Or should I ask you to come out?" Jiang Mo ignored the silent demon kings as if they were air and continued to walk forward. With every step he took, the entire desert under his feet trembled slightly, as if it were a piece of paper that would be stepped on at any time. Less than half a second after his voice sounded, a ferocious and lifelike white tiger head gathered in the sky above the desert, its eyes full of fear and hidden displeasure. Even so, it still spoke in a gentle tone, not daring to offend, and asked: "I am in retreat, so I cannot welcome you. I hope you will forgive me. What is your purpose for coming?" This ancient demon king, who had been practicing for nearly 1,500 years, was well versed in the ways of the world. He kept a very humble attitude and was unwilling to make enemies with Jiang Mo. "Take your blood and theirs." Jiang Mo stated his purpose directly, not caring at all about the feelings and thoughts of these powerful demon clan members. As long as he wanted, he could kill them and take their essence and blood.
"Okay! Since Xuanzun needs it, I will give it to him." Upon hearing Jiang Mo's purpose, the skeleton white tiger hiding underground in the desert suddenly relaxed its tense nerves. At first, it thought that the other party was here to kill it, but who would have thought that he just wanted its essence and blood, so it agreed without any hesitation. "call out--!" A gray light broke through from the depths of the desert and flew straight into Jiang Mo's hands. When the light faded, a stone pot was revealed, filled with the silver blood of the demon king. Jiang Mo opened it and took a quick glance. This was indeed the nourishment he needed. The next moment, the several demon kings guarding the forbidden area did not dare to delay and hurriedly handed over their blood and essence. "call out!" "call out!" "call out!" Jiang Mo accepted it without saying a word and walked away gracefully. His figure became slightly transparent and he completely disappeared on the surface of the desert. Several demon kings desperately sniffed the air, and only felt relieved when they confirmed that he had really left. "How is it, listen carefully?" The giant white tiger shadow floating in the air asked for information from a demon king under his command. "Reporting to the king, the one who came is not the real one!" The ancient alien monster called Di Ting reported the truth. Its ears were covered with special and mysterious patterns, flowing with incredible mysterious power. It could hear many unknown secrets, and it discovered at the first moment that Jiang Mo was not his real body. Even so, it did not dare to risk exposing him, let alone resist. You know, the border desert and the Trinity Sect's site in the south are less than 10,000 kilometers apart. With the opponent's means, it doesn't matter where the real body is, and it will arrive in a moment. "Isn't it the real body?" The Skeleton White Tiger suddenly felt the huge gap between the two sides. The projection of the clone it had just seen was really terrifying. It was oppressed by the air so much that it almost wanted to escape as soon as possible. The threat made it feel uncomfortable all over. This was just a projection. If the real body came, it was unknown how terrifying it would be. At the same time, a similar scene was playing out overseas in Australia. The ancient demon ape that was most seriously injured by the Feixian Master fled to this continent and devoured many local creatures, turning them into nutrients to repair its body. However, on this day, it welcomed the person it least wanted to see. Almost at the moment Jiang Mo appeared, the Ancient Demon King, who had noticed something, decisively fled. His figure emitted three thousand six hundred identical auras in an instant, and fled in different directions. However, it miscalculated. It did not expect that Jiang Mo would release an equal number of clones in an instant, chasing it and killing them one after another. A few minutes later, in the South Pacific, the ancient demon ape's body was blocked by Jiang Mo. A fierce battle broke out between the two sides. In less than three moves, the corpse of a huge monster collapsed and fell to the bottom of the sea, dyeing the nearby sea red. After Jiang Mo extracted the demon monkey's blood essence and its hardest bones, he left this world. In just one night, the four ancient demon kings who had been hiding, the nine-headed sun-eating lion, the skeleton white tiger, the ancient demon ape, and the chaos swamp lizard, were all found by Jiang Mo and their blood was plundered. At the same time, more than sixty demon king fiefdoms in Jiuzhou also welcomed the same uninvited guest overnight. At dawn, Jiang Mo returned to the sect with the essence and blood of the four ancient demon kings and sixty-two demon kings in his hands, and began a new round of practice. He switched to his second true body, bathed in the demon blood one by one, stole their blood power, and amplified his body. The most intense was the essence and blood of the four ancient demon kings. After it was introduced into the internal organs, it was no less than enduring the eighteen tortures of hell, and the process was particularly tormenting. After spending several years in isolation from the world, Jiang Mo finally refined the essence and blood of the four ancient demon kings and sixty-two demon kings. In April 2025, around the Qingming Festival, Jiang Mo came out of retreat. His body became more and more muscular, two meters and three meters tall, with skin still the same cold iron color, eyes like dark red black suns, and his cultivation had improved.
Soon, Yue Min, Yue Li and Yao Wang, who had recovered from their injuries, came to visit Jiang Mo. They discussed and exchanged ideas with him for half a month before leaving with satisfaction. On April 4, in southern Xinjiang, at the border with a neighboring country, a deafening roar echoed, collapsed mountains and rivers were frozen for hundreds of miles, and a quasi-king monster was beheaded by a middle-aged man with a cold face. Lu Jin was panting and his face was slightly pale. This battle almost exhausted all his fighting power, and he won the victory narrowly. "Cough cough." He coughed violently and staggered to the side of an ancient tree. He took deep breaths and used the Trinity Method to absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth to repair his wounds. "Boom!!!" However, at this moment, in the deep forest not far away, a golden crack suddenly tore open, and more than a dozen monks in extraordinary clothes flew out. Their costumes are unique and mysterious, similar to the attire of secret sects, but completely different. To be more precise, they are some kind of family costumes. Read the error-free version at 69shuba! 6=9+shu_ba is the first to publish this novel. "Boom!!!" The blood energy of the quasi-king-level monster immediately attracted the attention of outsiders. They flew across the sky on their swords, and in less than half a breath, they were even more surprised when they saw the wounded Lu Jin, and they were communicating in an unfamiliar language. "You are?" Lu Jin looked at these people warily, an ominous premonition spreading in his heart. It was almost instinctive, or perhaps it was some gene flowing in his blood that made him feel a natural disgust and rejection towards these practitioners. The monk leading the team was a white-haired old man in a golden robe. His aura was so unfathomable that Lu Jin was unable to see through him. Beside him were several middle-aged men and women, all of whom possessed aura comparable to that of a semi-king-level warrior. The young men and women behind them are all as strong as demon generals. "Can the natives of Tianyuan actually have such abilities?" "From the looks of him, he seems injured. We might as well take him down and search his soul. This way, we can have a clearer understanding of this world." "Wait, we just arrived and we don't know the identity of this native. If we act rashly, we might attract a forbidden-level expert." "Forget it, let's communicate with him first." Those monks with extraordinary backgrounds were discussing without any scruples. Due to the language barrier, Lu Jin was completely unable to understand what they meant. He was just acutely aware that these guys had an undisguised malice towards him. As the blond old man rejected the crowd's objections, he waved his hand gently, motioning the woman beside him who was dressed seductively and holding a jade ruyi to come forward and talk to Lu Jin. The old man originally wanted to search Lu Jin's soul directly, but when he saw Lu Jin's middle-aged appearance and impressive strength, he had some concerns. The power they can exert in this world is limited. If they accidentally kill core members of a powerful local sect and cause conflict, there will be endless troubles. "Hello, can you tell us about the situation in this world?" The woman did not say anything, but used a spiritual secret technique to directly convey her meaning to Lu Jin, and an invisible ripple network spread around, receiving spiritual feedback. "Are you monks from the secret realm?"
Lu Jin did not give a direct answer. Instead, he looked at these people warily and began to question them. He had served as the chairman of the Security Council and knew many historical secrets, so he did not have much good feelings towards the secret sects. "Secret realm?" Hearing this, the woman was slightly surprised, and then smiled slightly: "No, we come from outside the Abyss, and the world you are in is the Abyss." "." "What are you doing here?" Lu Jin frowned. "explore." "Would you mind taking us to visit your human capital, or your family or sect? We have no ill intentions." The woman conveyed her thoughts softly. She was also responding cautiously, not intending to offend such a special native easily. She could not guarantee that the other party had a backup plan and could summon strong men from the family or sect to come, which would be troublesome. "Whether you have bad intentions or not, I can't stop you from doing anything." "However, since you want to talk, I will trouble an elder to come and talk to you." Lu Jin's whole body was tense, not daring to relax at all. He immediately recited the elder's name in his heart. At the same time, in a distant coastal area, on a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist and filled with spiritual energy. Jiang Mo, who was drinking tea, felt something in his mind and could clearly hear Lu Jin's call for help. The movements of his hands paused slightly, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, like a patient hunter who finally found his prey. His figure then crossed the sky and the earth and came powerfully. "Um?!" "What do you mean?" The woman in palace makeup suddenly frowned, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness, and shouted coldly: "Native, what did you do?!" "Wait! What is that?!" At this moment, the dozen or so practitioners present saw a tall and mighty figure walking out from the void without any warning. His skin was as white as ice, his eyes were cold, and he was dressed in a Taoist robe that was a mixture of golden and blazing white, and looked like flowing clouds. He did not look like an ordinary cultivator at all. Instead, he looked like an immortal king who had descended to the earth, untainted by the cause and effect and worldly affairs of the mortal world. Even when his aura was restrained to the extreme, it still made everyone feel terrified. "No no!! How is it possible!!" The golden-haired old man with the strongest cultivation level roared in his heart at this moment. He couldn't believe the scene in front of him. A being who looked like the Supreme Dao Lord was summoned by the native in such a strange way?! (End of this chapter)