Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Feng Yimo was shocked. Just now, he really thought that the "high priest" mentioned by the high priest was the level of this old man. In other words, a true high priest was equivalent to a Nascent Infant warrior!    

    

More than a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators could be said to be very powerful.    

    

"High priest, why did you all fall?" Feng Yimo asked.    

    

The high priest sighed. He said slowly, "Because the Snowmen are prosperous and prosperous. The snow people are unwilling to hide in the cold and want to find a better living environment. Thus, they gathered a large number of soldiers and set off towards the south. Initially, they thought that they would be invincible with the great power of the priests, but who knew that the cultivators of Homo Clan would be even more powerful? Not only did they possess all kinds of powerful magic techniques, they also possessed powerful weapons. The human race was severely injured, and they had lured the Homo Clan to this area. They had slaughtered the Snowmen everywhere, and slowly, they had become like this. It could only be a puppet. "    

    

At that time, the Wuhee Tribe was the one who initiated the attack on the humans. After the defeat, the other tribes hated our tribe to the core. They thought that it was the Wuhee Tribe that brought disaster upon us. Therefore, after the defeat, not only did they not help us, but they even attacked us while we were down. The Wuhee Tribe had only been reduced from tens of thousands to more than a hundred people, and they were on the verge of extinction!"    

    

Feng Yimo couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. In just a short four thousand years, they had suffered such a defeat. It was their own fault.    

    

Suddenly, he thought of something. He looked at the High Priest and said slowly, "High Priest, you are so careful and protective of Ura. Is there something special about him?"    

    

The high priest's body shook when he heard Feng Yimo's question. He raised his head and looked at Feng Yimo in surprise. "Celestial Immortal, what... what did you find?"    

    

Feng Yimo sighed and said, "I am an outsider. I can find the pure bloodline power in Ura's body, not to mention your Snowman Clan. I don't know how your totem power is activated, but I am sure that snowmen like Ura are extremely rare in your Snowman Clan. We human cultivators have the secret technique of possession. I don't know if you Snowmen have it. If others find the pure bloodline power of Ura, his life will be in danger. "    

    

The high priest's face turned pale. He turned around and kneeled in front of Feng Yimo, kowtowing non-stop. "Celestial Immortal, I beg you to save Ura. He is the hope of our Wuhee Tribe. Please!"    

    

Feng Yimo pulled the High Priest up. He thought for a moment and said, "How about this? I will study your totem arts properly and then think of a comprehensive method. I hope it will be useful to Ura."    

    

The High Priest respectfully offered the animal bone with both hands and prostrated on the ground. "Thank you, Celestial Immortal! Thank you, Celestial Immortal!"    

    

After sending off the High Priest, Feng Yimo placed the animal bone on his forehead and scanned the Divine Sense to read the contents. The animal bone was similar to a jade slip and had a storage function. However, since the snowman was forbidden to cultivate, it was naturally impossible for him to give birth to a Divine Sense. Therefore, he was unable to read the contents inside. He was unable to cultivate the totem technique inside. That made sense.    

    

The shadow of the moon, as the name suggested, treated him as the shadow of the moon. By relying on the powerful incantation, he obtained the essence of the moon and displayed his extraordinary strength. The Lunar Shadow Chopping was a gathering of the essence of the moon, forming a cold blade. Taking the enemy's head from a distance was like taking something out of a bag! When cultivated to a certain level, it could give birth to a 300 meter long blade of light!    

    

The Shadow of the Moon was an extremely rare clone technique. Using the brilliance of the moonlight, it could create multiple clones, making the enemy unable to differentiate which was the real one and easier to confuse the enemy and escape. At most, it could give birth to 32 clones!    

    

The Lunar Shadow Escape was even more mysterious. As long as there were shadows, one could enter it. It was even more powerful than Wind Escape and Earth Escape. No matter if it was a sneak attack or a sneak attack, it was the best way to escape!    

    

After reading it, Feng Yimo sucked in a breath of cold air. What a powerful totem technique. It wasn't much weaker than his Yin-yang Spell, but it looked like a magic technique no matter how he looked at it.    

    

After studying it carefully from the beginning to the end, he realized that there must be a prerequisite to practice the Moon Shadow, which was to draw the Moon Totem on the body. Only by summoning the Moon Light with the power of the totem could it be used. Moreover, the incantation inside was very roundabout, and it wasn't easy to remember it. * Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!    

    

It could be said that the Moon Shadow was designed specifically for the Snowman Wuhee Tribe. Its limitations were very strong, because only the Wuhee Tribe worshipped the Moon Goddess among the Snowmen!    

    

Feng Yimo put down the animal bone and suddenly realized that the animal bone had a moon totem on it, completely surrounding the two inches tall animal bone. With a thought, he stretched out his right hand and forced out two drops of Essence Bloods, which shot onto the animal bone.    

    

The animal bone trembled slightly and started spinning. It produced a suction force that kept absorbing the Feng Yimos in Feng Yimo's body. It was like a bottomless pit. Feng Yimo felt the Essence Bloods in his body gushing out, and his life force quickly disappeared.    

    

He turned pale with fright and quickly formed an incantation gesture with one hand. He wanted to stop the animal bone from absorbing his blood, but the Essence Blood turned into a blood line and kept flying into the animal bone. There was no way to stop it!    

    

"Old man, you're harming me!" Feng Yimo's eyes widened with anger. His first thought was that the High Priest had set up this trap to frame him. He hated it so much that his teeth were cracking. But now was not the time to be angry. He had to think of a way to stop it. Otherwise, it would not take long for him to be sucked into jerky!    

    

"Spirit Devouring Silkworm, swallow it! Soul Devouring Insect, swallow it! Asura Black Core Flame, burn it for me!" Feng Yimo took out Soul Devouring Insects and Asura Black Core Flames to wrap around the animal bone and let the Spirit Devouring Silkworms absorb the Essence Bloods that flew out of his body. Only then did he feel better, but his life force was still slowly fading.    

    

"Reverse Yin and Yang, heaven and earth are boundless!" This time, Feng Yimo's left hand was Yang, his right hand was Yin, and his Yin-yang Spell was reversed. His blood flowed in reverse, and the rate at which the Essence Bloods flowed was greatly reduced. However, in just a dozen breaths of time, he had turned into a skeleton. At first glance, it was hard to tell that it was that dashing and handsome Feng Yimo.    

    

As he cultivated the Black Core Flame, it erupted with the highest temperature. The beast bone trembled violently. Feng Yimo could feel that the Soul Devouring Insect was devouring a powerful soul. He couldn't help but be shocked. Could it be that there was a powerful person's remnant soul hidden in the beast bone?    

    

"Spirit Devouring Silkworm, absorb it!" Feng Yimo roared. The Spirit Devouring Silkworm in his dantian increased its strength. With a sudden inhalation, the beast bone exploded. A full moon totem flew out from the broken bone and entered Feng Yimo's body. He only had time to scream before he was completely devoured by the Spirit Devouring Silkworm!    

    

Boom! A strong surge of soul power came back from the Spirit Devouring Silkworm. Feng Yimo felt a huge wave rise in his sea of consciousness. It expanded to ten times its original size, and his cultivation base reached the eleventh level of the Golden Core realm. He had broken through nine levels and ten levels!    

    

Without the beast bone to absorb life force, Feng Yimo immediately swallowed a few spirit pills and stopped reversing the Yin-yang Spell. He took out more than ten high grade spirit stones and started to practice. His shriveled muscles slowly recovered, but the loss of the Essence Blood could not be compensated in a short time. Therefore, his face was still pale.    

    

Two hours later, he let out a long breath. He thought that it was very dangerous. Without the Soul Devouring Insect and the Spirit Devouring Silkworm, he would have turned into a pile of dirt. Suddenly, he thought of something. He tore open his clothes and found that there was a red moon totem on his chest!    

    

At the same time, he also realized that the High Priest might not have known that such a situation would occur. He had misunderstood the High Priest.    

    

Outside, the wind and snow mixed together. Feng Yimo was physically and mentally exhausted. He fell asleep in the tent. This sleep lasted until the next day before he slowly woke up.