Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

0After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yimo felt his body move, and then he started shaking violently. More than half of the cow's head was corroded by the gastric fluid. As it shook, the gastric fluid rolled over his calf. Immediately, he felt a burning sadness. He knew that the giant snake demon beast had started to move its body, so he searched everywhere for a place to attach itself to it. However, the giant snake's stomach was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no place to cling to it. His heart was filled with despair. Could it be that he had just awakened his memories and was about to die in the stomach of the demon beast?    

    

Right at this moment, at the opening of the stomach, something fell. Feng Yimo hurriedly hid at the side, and with a splash, the gastric juices splashed everywhere. Another intact arable bull fell down, which made him overjoyed. He quickly climbed up. Just this simple movement of dodging and climbing made him gasp like a cow. It could be seen just how bad his body was. This had to do with him being unconscious all along and being unable to eat. If not for the Spirit Devouring Silkworm being able to absorb the weak spirit energy on its own, it would have died a long time ago.    

    

With the cow's corpse, there was no need to soak in stomach fluids. Feng Yimo seized the time to cultivate, but his stomach began to grumble disappointedly. He looked at the dead body of the plowing cow under him, gritted his teeth, picked up the spirit artifact in his hand, and stabbed down. The treasured sword was incomparably sharp. The hard cowhide was cut open like a layer of paper, and the cow's blood that was still warm gushed out. He hurriedly laid down and swallowed. The fishy smell was pungent, and it was difficult to swallow. But he could not care much about it, and desperately swallowed it.    

    

After drinking more than twenty mouthfuls of cow blood, he felt heat in his stomach. He stopped drinking the blood and sat cross-legged to cultivate.    

    

Just like that, Feng Yimo drank a few mouthfuls of the cow's blood when he was hungry. The cow's blood was gone, and he finally recovered some strength. At least, he held the sword with one hand and stopped trembling. He tried to stab the sword into the stomach of the snake demon beast. Unfortunately, the tip of the sword was stuck in the stomach, and it was not pierced. He could only keep it in the stomach.    

    

Fortunately, every once in a while, the cattle were swallowed by the snake demon, and there was even a tiger. The tiger blood and the tiger meat allowed Feng Yimo to recover faster. After the spirit energy entered his body, Its ability to resist corrosion was greatly improved, even though the spiritual energy was absorbed by the Spirit Devouring Silkworm. The changes in the body are very obvious, the muscles of the limbs are slowly bulging, Although he hadn't returned to normal, he still had flesh. Reaching out his hand to touch his face, he was no longer as thin as a bone. This time, others wouldn't think he was a ghost. But when would he be able to get out?    

    

He had nothing else to do. Besides breathing and cultivating, Feng Yimo searched his stomach with a spirit artifact, and he actually found a medicinal Storage Bag that hadn't melted, causing him to be happy for a long time. Unfortunately, he was unable to open the medicinal Storage Bag without a medicinal Divine Sense right now, so he could only place it in his bosom first.    

    

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On this day, Feng Yimo was meditating when he suddenly turned upside down. His entire body fell over. The stomach fluid in his stomach was in a mess with the corpse of an animal that hadn't rotted. Before he could react, his stomach suddenly narrowed and the space became narrow and narrow. Even though he was so small and thin, he couldn't catch his breath. The bones next to him were even broken.    

    

He hurriedly held the sword in his hand horizontally, hoping to hold on for a moment. However, the sword began to bend and soon broke. Feng Yimo smiled bitterly. He had tried to use the sword to pierce through the snake's abdomen and escape. It turned out that he couldn't even withstand a single blow.    

    

He had no choice but to use all his strength to support it. His entire body flipped along with the snake's body. After struggling for four hours, Feng Yimo felt that his entire body was about to break down. He was on the verge of death. He knew that he would not live long.    

    

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in front of his stomach. When he saw the light, his eyes couldn't accept it. He hurriedly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he found that the giant snake was no longer moving. Moreover, its corpse was slowly turning cold. In front of his eyes, there was a ten feet long wound. The light came from the wound. He used all of his strength to crawl out of the wound. He was exhausted as he lay on the ground. When he raised his head to look, he was immediately stunned.    

    

In front of him was a giant snake that was as tall as a small mountain. It was coiled together, and in the middle was a huge falcon. It was over seventy feet tall and had a height of over seventy feet. Its wings were spread out over a hundred feet. It was on the verge of death. It was the sharp claws of the eagle that tore open the belly of the huge snake demon beast, which allowed Feng Yimo to escape to the sky.    

    

After resting for a while, Feng Yimo regained some strength. He got up and waved the half of the low grade spirit weapon in his hand. He fiercely hacked at the corpse of the giant snake. He wanted to save that eagle. The giant snake was dead. The corpse became soft and no longer as hard as iron. Blood and flesh flew under the sharp sword. The ten feet thick snake's body was quickly cut off by Feng Yimo. The eagle wrapped around it was put down. He was also exhausted and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.    

    

The eagle pecked at the snake's flesh a few times. It let out a happy cry and recovered its strength. Its sharp claws scratched the snake's body a few times, and the huge eagle pecked out a snake's gallbladder. It swallowed the gallbladder in one bite. It flapped its wings and stirred up a gust of strong wind. It rushed into the clouds and disappeared.    

    

Feng Yimo smiled and returned the favor. It had saved him, and he had saved it. It was a clean slate.    

    

After resting for a while, he got up and came to the snake's head. He recognized that it was actually a Golden Horned Green Python, a low rank two demonic beast. It was equivalent to a human Foundation Establishment cultivator, which meant that the eagle was not ordinary. If the horn on the Golden Horned Green Python's forehead was fully grown, this demonic beast would advance. That falcon would definitely not be a match, he would never be able to come out, and would even die in the stomach of the python.    

    

He climbed onto the head of the giant python, used his treasured sword to cut off the horn, and then removed the palm-sized scales. These were all good things, the horn could be used to make offensive spirit artifacts, the scales could be used to make defensive spirit artifacts, and even if he could not use them, he could still sell them in exchange for spirit stones and flowers.    

    

Feng Yimo got off the snake's body and pulled out another piece of snakeskin. This thing could be used to make defensive inner armor. Unfortunately, he could not use medicinal Storage Bags. Otherwise, he would have ripped off the entire snakeskin. There were a few times when rank 2 demonic beasts could produce inner cores. He crawled into the python's body and searched everywhere, but found nothing. He came out of the python in disappointment and found that the eagle that had just left was coiled on top of his head, with a tree in its mouth.    

    

When the eagle saw him, its mouth loosened and the tree fell down. It cried out and once again spread its wings and flew away.    

    

Feng Yimo was shocked and quickly dodged. He found that the tree that fell down was full of red and green fruits. The fruits were the size of an egg and emitted waves of fragrance. Moreover, there was spiritual Qi lingering on the fruits. There were more than 20 fruits filled with immortal Qi.    

    

This, this was a green and red apricot, a Rank 1 medicinal Spiritual Fruit! Feng Yimo was stunned. The falcon actually knew how to repay the favor and gave him such precious medicinal Spiritual Fruits.    

    

The blue and red apricot were called the Blood Force Fruit. As the name suggested, the red half of the fruit could increase one's blood energy and strengthen one's body. Its effect was comparable to a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng. The green half could increase one's strength. If one consumed it frequently, it could make cultivators extremely powerful.    

    

Feng Yimo didn't hesitate. He quickly took one and swallowed it in three mouthfuls. Then, he sat down and began to cultivate, absorbing the medicinal strength of the Spiritual Fruit. As expected, the Blood Force Fruit was extraordinary. After eating one fruit, Feng Yimo felt a wave of heat surge out from his stomach towards his four limbs. However, just as it started to show signs, all the heat flow suddenly poured back into his dantian. It was swallowed by a small Spirit Devouring Silkworm, making him extremely sad. He almost spat out blood.    

    

However, this time, the spiritual power was too great. A small amount of it was absorbed by Mu Lin. The blood in his body boiled and was full of vitality. His physical strength was quickly recovering.