I was forced to burn corpses at the beginning, but I actually became invincible.

Just when Su Mo felt that the dantian could not be expanded.

His mesa illusion began to manifest around his body, and began to expand in all directions, covering the high platform that carried the throne until it covered the entire mystical place.

His mesa phantom is different from Zhao Zhixin's simplicity and simplicity, and it is also different from Tong Cheng and Yin Ning's delicate and gorgeous, as if the dynasty has carefully repaired it.

His meadows are desolate, desolate, and full of permafrost and snow.

Of course, the biggest difference with their mesa is that his mesa is too big.

Ordinary people like Zhao Zhixin have a terrace the size of a few feet.

Even if there are geniuses like Tong Cheng and Yin Ning, their terrace is as big as the imperial tomb in ancient times.

But Su Mo's terrace is like a wasteland at this moment, boundless and boundless.

According to the "Basic Tactics", the size and delicacy of the platform is the manifestation of a person's foundation, and the more solid and strong the foundation, the taller and wider the transformed platform will be, and the more exquisite and gorgeous it will be.

Su Mo doesn't seem to be the same as what is recorded in the book, on the one hand, his platform is indeed vast and boundless.

But on the other hand, his terrace is so simple that it can only be said that there is no trace of repair, and he has no choice but to comfort himself with natural carving.

As the surging energy kept pouring into the dantian, the phantom shadow on the platform around Su Mo became more and more condensed.

The feeling of the wasteland is also getting stronger and stronger, and a feeling of ancient desolation fills the whole mysterious place.

In this process, the power of qi and blood fused with spiritual power also became stronger and stronger in controlling the energy, until it was completely controlled.

Su Mo controlled the energy and tried to condense the internal breath breakthrough martial artist according to the method of "Basic Combat Method".

"Ah~!" Su

Mo tried to scream, then stopped and muttered.

"No, I remember that Zhao Zhixin and Tong Cheng were called that, and then they broke through, why is it useless for me to call. "

If Tong Cheng was here at this time, I am afraid that I would not have to pinch Su Mo, the dog thief, by the neck and tell him.

"Lao Tzu is the pain of the qi and blood impacting the dantian, not to break through after the call!" Suddenly

, a warm current full of vitality broke out of the dantian like a seed sprouting, and then quickly melted into the phantom of the platform around Su Mo.

This is the first wisp of inner breath produced by the dantian.

The phantom that originally had a trace of mist instantly became solidified, and the aura emitted was even more ancient, like the first land formed when the heavens and the earth first opened.

Su Mo's heart moved at will, and the condensed platform directly submerged into his body, forming a miniature version of the wasteland in the dantian.

The internal breath produced by the dantian is constantly nourishing the wasteland.

Since then, Su Mo has officially become a martial artist and stepped into the first realm of martial artists: the realm of Taiwan.

Build a high platform at the dantian to lay the foundation for martial arts.

At this moment, on the altar of the Ten Thousand Clans, the inscription on the second layer lit up, and then, a streamer of light rose and disappeared into Su Mo's mind.

The words appear in the consciousness and then gather into an ancient scroll, the book "Nine Orders and Nine Exercises for Forging the Body".

Su Mo tried to turn the scroll, but he couldn't shake it after only opening the first page.

Helpless, Su Mo had no choice but to give up and start reading the text on the first page.

"It turned out to be a body forging method, which was divided into nine layers, with nine exercises in each layer, and the first page was just the cultivation method of the first layer.

"It is estimated that the follow-up exercises will not be seen until the strength is strong.

"However, this exercise is too troublesome and dangerous to cultivate, but the cultivation of the first layer actually requires the blood of nine specific first-order fierce beasts to soak the flesh.

"It seems that I can only practice this thing, if it were someone else, in case that strange beast had contaminants in its blood, wouldn't it be cold." "

In line with the principle that the products of the Ten Thousand Races Altar must be high-quality products. Su Mo decided that he still wanted to cultivate this "Ninth Order Nine Exercises Forging Body Technique".

"If it's just nine different first-order alien beast blood, it's easy to find, and the incineration station can get it, but where can I get the blood of that particular fierce beast.

Su Mo glanced at the mysterious severed finger that was still burning in the fire on the altar of the Ten Thousand Clans.

At this time, the strange gray mist that appeared under the mysterious severed finger was like a small snake entangled and writhing wildly.

The next moment, the small snake formed by the gray mist disappeared on the altar and submerged into Su Mo's body.

Su Mo felt that his head was filled with chaotic and crazy thoughts at the moment, whispering, murmuring, and roaring echoed in his ears.

The gray mist that had previously submerged in his body all appeared at this time, fused with the gray mist snake that had just submerged into his body, and began to swim in Su Mo's body.

Whenever the small snake formed by the gray mist stayed somewhere in his body, Su Mo felt that the activity of his body began to increase rapidly, and there was a faint tendency to split and explode rapidly.

But it was locked by a mysterious force, because there was no change.

Su Mo only felt that his brain was going to be blown up by these chaotic thoughts.

"It seems that this strange gray mist is the pollutant in the body of the fierce beast, but why is it so similar to the gray mist in the mysterious place? What should I do?"

Su Mo's only remaining consciousness was still thinking about how to deal with it, but soon those crazy whispers eroded his only remaining consciousness.

If it doesn't work in one place and doesn't cause distortion, the gray mist snake will go to the next place to investigate.

Just when Su Mo was relying on instinct to resist the confusion and madness of consciousness, he was at a loss.

The first and second layers of the Ten Thousand Clans Sacrifice Platform suddenly lit up, and the flames that were still burning the mysterious severed finger were split into two, one continued to burn the severed finger, and the other submerged into Su Mo's body.

And the chaotic thoughts and crazy whispers in his original mind came to an abrupt end, as if he had encountered something even more terrifying.

Facing the flames of the Ten Thousand Clans Altar, the small snake formed by the gray mist seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and was frantically hiding in Su Mo's body.

The flames, on the other hand, were unhurried to drive them away.

In the end, the gray mist little snake was inevitably trapped on the index finger of Su Mo's left hand by the flames of the Ten Thousand Clans Sacrifice Dao Platform.

The flames surged wildly and instantly devoured the gray mist, and under the scorching heat, the gray mist snake no longer had the madness and weirdness it had begun.

Instead, it turned into a mysterious and lofty mist like the gray mist of the mysterious place, fused with the flames of the Ten Thousand Races Altar and lurked on Su Mo's index finger.

"Return!"

............

The command post of the military headquarters of the Guards Army

"Report to the regimental commander!" Another wasteland clearing team has returned to report that traces of second-order fierce beasts have been found in the outer city, and this is the third case discovered this week. "

A guard commander is reporting to an old man with gray hair, a military uniform, and a straight back.

The old man's name is Shan Shengrong, who is the commander of the 621st Regiment of the 76th Brigade of the 46th Army of the Guard Army, and was ordered to lead his troops to guard Luqing City.

Shan Shengrong frowned, looking out the window at the outer city.

"Commander, it doesn't seem to be very peaceful in the city recently, and the people of the law enforcement team are patrolling around.

Shan Shengrong's resolute face showed contempt:

"How much can happen in the city, with that kid from Li Hun, other demons and monsters can't make any big waves."

As he spoke, he dialed the bracelet, and after three sounds, a majestic voice sounded

: "Commander Shan, is there something wrong?" Shan

Shengrong raised his gray eyebrows:

"Li boy, I heard that there is a lot of chaos in the city now, and you, the minister of law enforcement, are very busy." "

It's just a few thieves, don't bother with the head of the mountain. He also asked the head of the mountain to lead the guards to guard the gate. Li

Hun's voice could not hear any emotion.

"Dog's Day...... Who are you scolding for being a watchdog......"

Before Shan Shengrong's words were finished, Li Hun hung up the phone directly.

The captain of the guard on the side thought that their regiment leader was going to be furious, but unexpectedly, he touched his chin and frowned in deep thought, not taking Li Hun's humiliation to heart at all.

"Li Hun is very wrong with this kid," Shan Shengrong said to the captain of the guard on the side, "

Go, double the number of sentry posts, and then divide two teams to investigate the situation in the city."

"I'd like to see what kind of moth this kid is going to do. "

Yes!" the captain of the guard saluted to the mountain, and then retreated.

Shan Shengrong stood in front of the window, rubbing a simple waist card with no material in his hand.

............

In a mysterious secret room,

several people in robes were kneeling respectfully in front of a mysterious man in blood-red robes.

"How's the preparation?" the red-robed mysterious man's voice was hoarse and grainy.

"President, all the manpower has been arranged, just need your order. ......"

replied to the man who knelt at the front.

"This matter is very important, there must be no mistakes, your death is a small matter, but if the mistake affects the arrival of the Demon God, you know the consequences......"

The granular voice of the red-robed mysterious man was full of murder and threat.

"Yes. The bodies of the few people who knelt on the ground trembled obviously, and their voices were a little unsteady.

They knew the horror of what was going to happen in front of them, and death was the easiest punishment for him. He has a way to make a wrong life worse than death.