If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 146 A broken heart
The lion demon in the Spirit Transformation Stage was hacked to death by Hong Muer with a pipa.

The bear monster and tiger monster that were dragged out later were all hacked to death by Hong Muer with a pipa.

The whole process was smooth and Hong Muer only used one move.

Jump and chop.

"Tsk—you made me… made me spend so much effort!"

Hong Muer stepped on the belly of the rhinoceros demon whose head was smashed by the pipa axe and pulled out the pipa axe. The hot blood splashed on Hong Muer's face.

Zhuge Moer's eyes twitched slightly. "I remember that the Tianyin Demon Sect's disciples entered the Way of Vocal Music. This Hong Muer... should be the next Saint."

"In the world of immortal cultivation... the strong are respected."

At this moment, Hong Muer shouted loudly at the attacking monster.

"A broken heart!"

As she spoke, Hong Muer chopped the monster in half with an axe. Not to mention the liver and intestines, the middle part of the monster was directly smashed into minced meat.

"The world of cultivating immortals... is really cruel," Zhuge Moer stuck out his tongue.

As if the fight wasn't satisfying enough, or perhaps she was getting impatient, Hong Muer opened her hands and challenged the gears spinning above her head, "Is that all you can do? Come on, more! It's not even good enough!"

"Clang-"

The chain, which had been dragged halfway, suddenly stopped, and after a brief pause, it quickly slid down. All the gears began to shake violently, and sharp claws stretched out from the side of the gear that served as a platform like pillars to the sky. The terrifying pressure of the early stage of the fusion period pressed down mercilessly.

Hong Muer's expression froze instantly.

Zhong Sanyuan held his forehead with his hand, "Sister, do you really have to say this?"

Hong Muer's face flushed red, and she immediately became angry and said, "Stop making such noise! Don't you always say that you've defeated many people in the Fusion Stage by surpassing their level?"

"Big sister, when you go out, you have to deal with the ways of the world. I am a genius from a super sect. How could a wild fusion-stage cultivator dare to beat me?"

Although he said this, Zhong Sanyuan still raised his finger, and his aura continued to rise.

"However, defeating a demon beast in the early stage of fusion is not a difficult task."

"Those Spiritualization Stage monsters just now had cultivation power but no fighting methods. They might have been kept captive in the Fierce Emperor's Tomb. However... we can't let our guard down yet."

"Legend has it that the Fierce Emperor incorporated the ancient battlefield into his own small world during his lifetime, and this Fierce Emperor's tomb was created by combining the Fierce Emperor's small world with Zhuge Liang's magical device techniques. This fusion-stage demon beast is probably just the tip of the iceberg. Everyone, be careful—"

Hearing that even the monsters in the fusion stage were just the tip of the iceberg, Xuan Lingzi and others were shocked.

A cold light flashed in Zhong Sanyuan's eyes, and he cast a spell, but he saw that the claws of the fusion stage monster reached up and grabbed a gear.

"Click——"

A tiny, seemingly insignificant gear was removed, but all the running gears stopped in an instant. A terrifying silence quietly descended. A disciple behind Xuan Lingzi swallowed hard and subconsciously grabbed the flying magic weapon at his waist.

At this moment, Zhong Sanyuan's face suddenly changed as if he realized something, "Don't move!"

But Zhong Sanyuan's reminder was still a step too late. The disciple not only took off the flying magic weapon, but also tried to drive it.

The flying magic weapon that was supposed to fly fell to the ground with a clang. The gears near the flying magic weapon slowly sank and fell off, spreading to the surroundings.

The disciple's face paled. Just as he was about to explain, gears of all sizes began to fall from above them, clanking to the ground. The bare platforms they touched broke free and collapsed. They also glimpsed the world beneath the gear platforms. It was a dark, abyssal, terrifying, and the place they stood on was precarious. At this time, Luo Tong and other geniuses from the super sects also noticed something was amiss.

"No! I can't fly! Even the spells are ineffective!"

Feng Ling's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to Li Yanmo, "Fellow Daoist Li! Come to my side!"

Li Yanmo raised his head and just as he met Feng Ling's eyes, a huge gear fell between them. The gear platform reached its limit and collapsed completely. Everyone could only watch themselves being swallowed by the abyss.

Li Yanmo also tried to use the Free Blow technique, but just like what those geniuses said, for some reason the spell could not be used at all. It was as if they were shielded by heaven and earth. The spiritual energy in their bodies could still be mobilized, but it could only be used to strengthen themselves and could not leave the body.

This was the first time Li Yanmo encountered such an absurd situation.

Li Yanmo couldn't help but think of the information about Emperor Lie's tomb mentioned by the female host of the gold and stone auction.

The taboos of immortals.

Leng Ningshuang has verified that the taboos of immortals do exist, and only the successive Yu Emperors are qualified to know them. Anyone who attempts to explore the taboos will be killed by the full force of the Dayu Dynasty.

"Om-"

Li Yanmo landed steadily on the ground, and pillars fell one by one, along with rows of ancient bookshelves.

A ray of sunlight fell from above his head and dispelled the darkness. What appeared before Li Yanmo was a huge and bright scripture library. Ancient books seemed to have life and were dancing in the sunlight.

"Mr. Li...it seems we have arrived at an extraordinary place."

Zhuge Moer's voice drew Li Yanmo's attention away from the Sutra Repository. Only then did Li Yanmo realize that all the people who had been traveling with him were gone.

"...You speak as if you don't recognize this place."

Li Yanmo let out a breath and reached out to stop a fluttering book. There were a few big words written on the cover.

All those years when Saint Tianyin pursued me.

Zhuge Moer blinked, "Mr. Li, how do you know I know this place?"

"Didn't you say yourself that going to the tomb of the Fierce Emperor is as easy as going back to your own home?" Li Yanmo loosened his fingers, and the autobiography that would have caused the former Tianyin Saint, now the leader of the Tianyin Sect, to completely become a bootlicker, took off again.

Zhuge Moer rolled his eyes and said, "Sir, you are not a fool. You don't just believe what others say."

"Oh, and your heartbeat. Whether it was the incarnation of the demon or the gears falling off, your heartbeat rate hasn't changed at all."

Li Yanmo reached back and grabbed Zhuge Moer's collar, pulled Zhuge Moer in front of him, stared into Zhuge Moer's eyes and smiled.

"Is it because all the reactions are too boring for you?"

Zhuge Moer curled her lips unwillingly, "It's not as interesting as finding bamboo shoots."

Li Yanmo put Zhuge Moer down, put his hands behind his back and wandered around the bright Sutra Library carelessly.

Seeing Li Yanmo so leisurely, Zhuge Moer couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and immediately chased after Li Yanmo, "Mr. Li, what is your purpose?"

"Recruit the Zhuge family to come to my sect and be responsible for refining weapons."

This was the second time Zhuge Moer had heard this answer.

(End of this chapter)