Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Although Feng Yimo was in a coma, he could vaguely hear the quarrel outside. When he heard his mother's words, he couldn't open his eyes or move his limbs. It was as if his body wasn't his, and he couldn't control it.    

    

On the seventh day after he passed out, the vast amount of information in his mind gradually became clearer and clearer. It was the memory of a person called Chang. In his memory, he was Chang, and Chang was Feng Yimo. The two of them became one!    

    

The memories of his previous life and the current memories intertwined, giving Feng Yimo a splitting headache. At first, he didn't know whether he was called Chang or Feng Yimo. That woman had always been by his side. She kept calling and wiping his body. It made him realize that Chang was no longer there, only Feng Yimo. This was no longer the Heavenly Mirror Continent. It was a village in the Iron Wind Ridge. Feng Yimo was young, so he didn't know what kind of world it was. And because he had just awakened, he did not know what kind of world it was. Many of the memories of their past lives were a blur that could not be remembered completely.    

    

What shocked him was that he was a cultivator in his previous life's memories, and his cultivation level was not low. Even if his memories were not very complete now, he still managed to sort out a lot of cultivation experience. All sorts of common knowledge. Being able to pass through the fence before was an extremely ordinary wall piercing technique.    

    

Outside, the flames were raging, parents were killed by evil people, and he himself fell into a dark and damp hole. His four limbs were unable to move, and his mind was in chaos as he started to faint again. It was just that when his mother was swallowed by the sea of flames, her heart was in extreme pain. It was as if it was torn apart, and it pierced through her heart. The most important person in her life had left!    

    

"Mother, I will definitely take revenge for you!" He shouted in his heart!    

    

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yimo opened his eyes. The scenery in front of him gradually became clear. It was as if his soul had returned to his body. His hand could move, but it was very weak. It took him half a day to reach his chest and grasp the cold jade pendant. This was the only thing this mother had left for him!    

    

After a long time, his strength recovered a little. Feng Yimo slowly sat up and reached out to push the cover of the dark hole. He found that it was an incomparably heavy boulder that could not be pushed at all. Could it be that he would be trapped here and die?    

    

"No! Since mother can put me in the dark hole, there must be a way out!" He started to look around and finally found a bump on the top of his head. He gently pressed down and the stone flipped, revealing a starry sky and a full moon. It turned out to be night.    

    

Feng Yimo struggled to climb out. The stone flipped over again. There was no trace of it. He staggered and felt that his feet were floating. He did not have any strength. He could only pick up a stick and use it as a walking stick.    

    

He did not know how long he had been asleep for. He did not eat. He did not have any strength in his body. He was like a person who had just recovered from a long illness. Under the moonlight, Feng Yimo saw the hand holding the stick. He was shocked. This was not a hand. It was clearly a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin. Its five fingers were dark and blue veins protruded. Its skin was sticking to the bones and was loose. Especially its forearm. Its skin was more than two inches loose and completely out of shape.    

    

"The weather is dry. Be careful of the fire candle!" The groom walked over from afar with a Baton in his hand. When he saw a figure standing still, he quickly raised the lantern in his hand. He saw a Skull Head with sunken eyes. Its hair was disheveled, and its white teeth were white and cold under the moonlight and the light.    

    

"Mother! Ghosts! Ghosts!" The man in charge threw the lantern away and fled, rolling and crawling.    

    

Feng Yimo smiled bitterly. Was he so scary now? Not good. If someone came over, he would be dead. He was too weak to withstand the wind, so he was sure that he would be killed by a ghost. He hurriedly used all his strength and staggered into the forest not far away. Not long after he entered, countless torches formed a fire dragon and rushed towards him.    

    

"Where is the ghost? Let's see if I don't kill him!" Someone shouted.    

    

"Lin San is too timid. He didn't even know what it was, but he peed in fear. How embarrassing!"    

    

"Is he a cow thief? Recently, the village has lost quite a few cattle!"    

    

Feng Yimo complained in his heart. If he was found out, He took a step back. Who would have thought that there would be a hole in the ground behind him? He kept rolling and throwing the stick in his hand. He didn't know how long he rolled until he hit something wet, sticky, and cold. His head was dizzy. Before he could recover, the thing that was hit started squirming. His soft and slippery body wrapped around him, and then a snake head that was two or three times bigger than his body appeared. Swallowing him in one mouthful, it raised its head. It swallowed Feng Yimo whole into its stomach, then laid on the ground and continued to sleep.    

    

The giant python was three meters thick, and its head was ferocious. Its pair of cold snake eyes were the size of a basin. The strange thing was that its eyes were the size of a basin. There was a protrusion in the middle of the python's head, as if it had grown a bull's horn. Its head was covered with palm-sized scales. The light green scales in the dark cave gave off a dim light, as if they were sharp axes. * 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 was a demon beast!    

    

Feng Yimo felt his vision turn black. He fell into the dark and smelly tunnel. He slid forward along the smooth tunnel and tried to grab it several times, but he did not put any strength into it. He knew that this was the stomach of the giant snake. He had just woken up and became the dinner of this beast. His life was too miserable and unlucky!    

    

After sliding for about seventy to eighty feet, he finally stopped. He arrived at a place with a lot of space. It was extremely smelly, and there was still half of the corpse of the cow that hadn't melted yet. It was obvious that this was the stomach of the giant snake, the place to digest food.    

    

Because he had just woken up and his sense of touch wasn't very sensitive, Feng Yimo still felt that the sour and smelly liquid in the snake's stomach had a corrosive effect on his body. If he didn't leave in time, sooner or later, he would become the same as this cow, become nutrients for the snake, and then turn into feces.    

    

He struggled to climb onto the cow's corpse and let his body leave the sour and smelly stomach fluid to soak. At least he could hold on for a while and then look around for something useful. There was no light in the stomach, but it was not difficult for him. Feng Yimo, who had awakened his memory from his previous life, could look inside and also see in the darkness. Finally, he saw a long sword not far from the corpse of the cow. It seemed that the material was good, but it did not corrode. Instead, it gave off an orchid cold light.    

    

Good sword! This was a low grade spiritual weapon, and it was a high grade low grade spiritual weapon. It was close to middle grade! Feng Yimo struggled to grab the sword hilt and held it in front of his eyes. This sword was left behind by some unlucky cultivator who had been devoured by the giant snake. It was a pity that his body was too weak. Even if he stabbed the giant snake with the sword, it would be useless. It took him more than ten breaths of time to reach out and grab the hilt of the sword. He had to hold the sword with both hands and it was shaking. Not to mention stabbing the snake with the sword. If he couldn't kill it with a single strike, he might even anger it. He was unlucky, he had to find a way to recover his strength.    

    

He sat cross-legged on the corpse of the cow and swallowed it according to the technique he remembered from his previous life. Although the huge snake's stomach was smelly, it could still endure it. As it swallowed the breath, a thin amount of spiritual energy gathered towards his body. Because of his previous life's experience, his breathing method was different. Other people would inhale and exhale at the same time, while he would have two or two problems, two or three breaths. This was to better allow the spiritual energy to merge into his body and change his physique.    

    

What surprised him was that as he continued to breathe, he discovered that the spiritual energy in the surrounding air was growing larger and larger. He immediately understood that the giant snake in his stomach was a demonic beast!    

    

Demon beasts were different from ordinary beasts. They could absorb Spirit Qi like humans could. However, demon beasts were passive and could not help but absorb Spirit Qi. As for humans, they took the initiative and possessed thoughts and extraordinary comprehension abilities. They could improve at any time.    

    

Feng Yimo slowed down his practicing speed. He did not want to be shocked by the fact that he had absorbed too much spiritual energy from the giant snake's body.    

    

However, what made Feng Yimo even more speechless was that the Spirit Qi he absorbed was absorbed by the Spirit Devouring Silkworm in his dantian. It did not leave him any. His dantian was empty. The foundation of his body was very poor, and there was no sign of cultivation at all. Even if he was a mortal, he had to start from scratch.    

    

In his previous life, he only remembered being attacked by the Netherworld skeleton army in the end. He was about to die at the hands of the skeleton army. At the critical moment, the Spirit Devouring Silkworm burst out with a ball of light. Then, he didn't know anything. However, the triangular scar on his right palm had changed from three circles to two circles, and he had used up a chance to be reborn!    

    

Therefore, the first thing he needed to do was to feed the Spirit Devouring Silkworm to its full capacity and wake it up. Only then would it be able to replenish itself. However, he didn't know when the Spirit Devouring Silkworm would wake up.    

    

"Sigh, let it be. It will wake up one day!" Feng Yimo muttered to himself.