Chapter 1259 Nine Creations

Lingxiao Mountain.

After a period of rescue and Li Renlong's consolidation, the natural disaster has gradually stopped.

Nearly a week has passed since the events of the Centaur Clan, and the pseudo-Heaven Court of the Gu Clan is still under preparation.

All of a sudden, the Quartet came to congratulate.

The Heavenly Court of the Clan Clan gathered so many powerful forces from the Kyushu, except for the hostile forces such as the Nightmare Clan and the Jiuli Tribe. Some forces who wanted to remain neutral came to congratulate them one after another.

The Gu people seem to have forgotten about the Jiuli tribe, so the Jiuli tribe has entered a short period of peace.

However, the high-level leaders of the various villages of the Jiuli tribe and the strong men of the Lingxiao Mountain Presbyterian Church all know that this is just the calm before the storm.

The storm is coming, wait until the storm actually falls. That is, the world is in chaos, and the people are in dire straits.

Li Mo inside Lingxiao Mountain was still trapped in the closed stone altar. Even Li Mo didn't know how long he had been here.

Li Mo only knew about the stubble he had grown before. Now it has floated to the waist, and even a strand of white beard is mixed with a strand of jet-black beard.

Li Mo was a little anxious, because Li Mo didn't know what was going on outside.

Did the Clan Heavenly Court attack the Jiuli Tribe? What happened to Grandpa and the others, lost?

Jin Qiaoxin, Feng Yuwei, Chi You, Fat Ball, Ah Tu, Dongfang Yibai...

There are so many people that Li Mo wants to worry about, Li Mo panicked.

"Hey! Ancestor Jiuli, let me out!"

"The Jiuli Tribe is about to fight! Even if I can't get Lingxiao Mountain and become the master of Lingxiao Mountain, I will be released. I want to join the war!"

"..."

I don't know how many springs and autumns and winters, no matter how Li Mo screamed heart-piercingly. There was no movement outside the secret room, the consciousness left by Jiu Li seemed to have dissipated and never came out again.

Gradually, wrinkles began to appear on Li Mo's forehead. The beard also began to turn pale, and even the waist that used to be as tall and straight as a long sword, which would rather bend than bend, was defeated by the years and gradually began to bend.

But now Li Mo is not as panic-stricken as before, and even took out some jade slips from the storage bag from time to time, and looked at them carefully.

In the past, Li Mo received a lot of exercises from Zangshu Pavilion, and some of them were written down with Minghunshu. Some of them are recorded in jade slips.

But that was just collection, Li Mo didn't go to understand and learn. Now that he has time, Li Mo also held his heart down and studied the exercises carefully.

"Are you not in a hurry?"

On this day, the voice that had disappeared for so many years sounded again.

Even after so many years, this voice is still familiar to Li Mo. After all, it is the consciousness of this voice that has shut itself down for so many years.

Li Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a jade slip in his hand and grinning, "If you care about it, you will be chaotic. You were imprisoned here for the first few years. Because you were afraid that the Gu Clan and the pseudo-Heavenly Court would attack the Jiuli Tribe, and that the people you cared about would die like this. So I panicked." Now, I finally realize how difficult it has been for Grandpa these years."

"I've only been panicking for a few years? But he has been panicking for the stability of the Jiuli tribe all his life, and even caused his cultivation to fail to break through to the god level."

"Oh? The life of the strong in the fairyland is thousands of years. You can grow old like this. You can't do it after seven or eight hundred years. Are you not afraid?"

Jiuli's consciousness asked with great interest, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Panic? If you are panicking, you should be the one who panics the most, right?"

After the voice fell, Li Mo's old and deep eyes opened like swords. That captivating gaze, where does it look like the gaze of an old man?

"Me? Why am I panicking?" Jiuli asked in confusion.

"The first half of the ancestors of Jiuli worked in the Heavenly Court, and the second half of their lives worked for the Jiuli tribe. You are the consciousness of the ancestors of Jiuli, just like the ancestors of Jiuli. If there is a real war between the tribes of Jiuli, you will still be interested Chat with me here?

And when I first met you, your consciousness was about to dissipate. How much leisure do you have to spend time evaluating me? "

As he spoke, Li Mo slowly got up.

Following Li Mo's movements, Li Mo's white beard hanging down to his waist gradually faded away. The area around the forehead is also shrinking, and the gradually curved spine is also slowly erected, like a straight long sword, the edge is unstoppable!

"So everything here is an illusion, if I'm not wrong, it should be the illusion of the Great Dream God Art?"

Li Mo has also practiced the Great Dream Art, so he still can't figure out what's going on here for such a long time. The experience of Li Mo's second life was also in vain.

"Although I don't know how many times the time in the secret room you control is different from the time in the outside world, the time in the outside world is definitely not that long! It is possible that hundreds of years have passed in the secret room, and the outside world is only a few days? A few months? "

"Interesting, Lingxiao has a good eye."

Although he couldn't see Jiuli's consciousness, Li Mo could feel it. This Jiuli seems to be smiling.

"It's still the same problem, the way of heaven has collapsed, what should I do?"

"It's still the same answer."

Li Mo said indifferently.

"The intention to kill will never change?" Jiuli asked with a gradually serious tone.

Li Mo nodded, but his tone was full of persistence

"Eternal change!"

"Hahaha... Good! Good! Good!"

Jiuli's consciousness said three good ones in succession, which shows how happy Jiuli is.

In this young man, Jiuli saw the shadow of himself once.

I used to lead the Jiuli Tribe to fight the world, and even Guzu had to avoid it when he was in its heyday.

Although Jiuli was finally defeated by the years, the army was defeated in Shiwan Dashan.

But after so many years, Jiuli's consciousness is also thinking for himself.

He was thinking, was he wrong?

the answer is negative! The killing intent never changes! Only kill those who deserve to be killed! I, Jiuli, did nothing wrong!

The same is true for the kid in front of him, who has been imprisoned for so many years with illusion. The killing intent remains the same!

Only such a person can protect Jiuli from being bullied. Only then can the blood feud of the Jiuli tribe be recovered thousands of years ago!

"You can inherit my mantle, the last question, are you willing to protect the Jiuli tribe?"

Jiuli continued to ask.

Li Mo paused for a moment, and pictures appeared in his mind.

There are Menglin and Mengkun. There are Chi You, Fat Ball, Qiao Xin, and Ah Tu. There are Grandpa Li Renlong, Dongfang Yibai, Lu Zhan, Wood and Stone...

These people who are dedicated to the Jiuli tribe are really cute.

Li Mo nodded solemnly, "I am willing!"

"Hahaha, so many years. It can be regarded as waiting..."

Jiuli consciousness was in a very good mood, and fell with the voice of Jiuli consciousness.

The walls around the secret room fell down one after another, and the whole secret room turned into a stone altar again.

"I can go with peace of mind."

As the voice fell, Li Mo felt a heavy coercion from the sky. Pure aura hits his face.

However, Li Mo could feel that this coercion was not malicious, so he didn't panic at all.

"Is this the last trace of will left by Jiuli's ancestors?"

Raising his hand to stroke the pure aura on his head, Li Mo muttered to himself.

Li Mo knew that this was the good fortune that Jiuli Consciousness said.

Li Mo absorbs these auras, and Jiuli, a generation of god-king powerhouses, will completely dissipate in this world.

This is Jiuli's last effort to protect the Jiuli tribe.

The wax torch turned to ashes and tears began to dry, Li Mo bowed and bowed, his face was full of respect.

Afterwards, Li Mo sat cross-legged on the stone altar, twirled his hands, and began to crazily absorb the spiritual energy slowly pressing down on his head by running the Art of Creation of Heaven and Earth.

Even though Jiuli's consciousness has been weak for so many years, the remaining energy is still very strong for a monk in the fairyland.

If it were other monks in the fairyland to absorb these energies, it would probably take a few years to absorb them.

But Li Mo, who has the Art of Creation of Heaven and Earth, can absorb it much faster.