Peerless God Lord

The morning sun was like golden sand covering the majestic Eighth Soul Pavilion.

Countless pavilion disciples walked out of their palaces one after another and gathered in the center of the Soul Pavilion, which is the central main square of the Soul Pavilion.

Tens of thousands of disciples came to the square facing the rising sun and with expectations.

The central main square occupies a very large area. The circular square is five miles in diameter.

When Su Mo arrived, there were already more than 200,000 pavilions gathered in the square. At a glance, they were so densely packed that they were countless.

These are the fresh blood of the Soul Clan, and they will become the pillars of the Soul Pavilion in the future, conquering all directions for the Soul Clan.

"Brother Bai Yan!"

"Brother Bai Yan, why did you come here!"

"Brother Bai, this is a rare event. Look at our Eighth Soul Pavilion, with its clouds of geniuses and beauties!"

Su Mo's arrival immediately attracted a group of disciples, who immediately surrounded him.

These pavilions are all under the command of Lord Wuyi Pavilion, and Ying Rong is among them.

After all, Su Mo is the son of Tianhun Pavilion, and there are only three Tianhun Pavilion sons among the more than 30,000 pavilion disciples under the command of Master Wuyi Pavilion.

Therefore, there is no doubt about Su Mo's status.

If nothing unexpected happens, Tianhun Pavilion will definitely enter the Pitian realm in the future and become the backbone of the Soul Clan.

Most of the people in the pavilion will come here to curry favor.

"Good morning everyone!"

Su Mo smiled and bowed his hands to everyone.

"Brother Bai Yan, the people from the Di family didn't trouble you last time, right?" Ying Rong asked in a deep voice. He was also present when Di Wu found the Hall of All Realms last time.

"It's okay, they don't dare to do anything!" Su Mo shook his head.

"That's good!" Ying Rong nodded, then glared, took a breath, and said in shock: "Brother Bai Yan, have you reached the realm of creation?"

Ying Rong's exclamation made other people around him stunned. Then they looked at Su Mo carefully and were surprised.

"Congratulations to Brother Bai Yan!"

"Having broken through the realm of cultivation so quickly, Brother Bai Yan's talent is truly unrivaled in the world, shocking the past and present!"

"Haha, my admiration for Brother Bai Yan is as endless as the surging river!"

"Brother Bai Yan's talent is undoubtedly the strongest among our Eighth Soul Pavilion!"

Seeing Su Mo's breakthrough in cultivation, a series of flattery was poured out like a barrage of cannons.

More than forty cabinet ministers gathered around Su Mo, flattering him and showing their goodwill to him.

Su Mo was quite speechless. These members of the Soul Pavilion would definitely be arrogant and arrogant in front of foreigners, but now they were licking their faces to praise him.

However, seeing everyone's flattery, Su Mo couldn't help but have an idea in his heart.

Own!

Why not form a clique!

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

There are as many as 800,000 pavilions in the Soul Pavilion, which is a big river and lake. There are countless factions and groups in the Soul Pavilion.

For example, Ke Han, the disciple of Tianhun Pavilion, who is also under the command of Lord Wuyi Pavilion, is followed by more than half of the pavilion disciples.

Di Hong, who was enslaved by him, was a follower of Ke Han.

As a son of Tianhun Pavilion, Su Mo has the advantages of identity, status and talent. He can win over a large group of pavilions and develop a huge force in Soul Pavilion.

Even if he leaves the Soul Pavilion in the future and enters the middle and upper levels of the Soul Clan, this force will be a great help to him.

His idea was to destroy the Soul Clan from the inside, because it was almost impossible from the outside.

Unless Su Mo has the terrifying cultivation level of the Creation Realm and can defeat the three soul masters of the soul clan head-on.

Although Su Mo considered himself extremely talented, he was not sure that he would be able to reach the realm of creation in the future. Even if he could reach it, the time span would be very long.

Therefore, it is a more appropriate method to destroy the Soul Clan from the inside, but it is obviously unrealistic to destroy the Soul Clan from the inside with his clone.

He needs a group of his own forces within the Soul Clan.

"Haha, thank you for your praise!"

Su Mo waved his hand with a smile and said, "My power of law has far exceeded my cultivation level. It is almost not difficult to improve my cultivation level!"

"That's true. Brother Bai Yan, all of your eleven laws of power are at the ninth level of Dzogchen. If your cultivation level improves slowly, it would be abnormal!"

"Yes, based on Brother Bai Yan's laws, it is estimated that the Creation Realm will be perfected within a year!"

"too strong!"

Everyone nodded. No one felt that Su Mo's improvement was fast. Instead, they felt that his improvement was a bit slow.

After all, the power of so many perfect laws should improve very quickly.

Su Mo greeted everyone with a smile. This was the result he wanted to see. It was a good thing that no one thought he improved too quickly.

In the square, more and more people gathered in the pavilion. Before long, the number of people was no less than 300,000.

Although many pavilions are not in the Soul Pavilion, as long as they are in the Soul Pavilion, most of them will come to participate in such a grand event.

Su Mo saw Youyou, Tietu, and even Min Ao, but he didn't go to say hello, and these people didn't come to talk to him either.

From a distance, another group of people came in force. Ke Han, the son of Tianhun Pavilion who looked like white jade, came to the square surrounded by hundreds of people.

"Bo Yan, long time no see. How are you?"

After Ke Han saw Su Mo, he strode over with his men and greeted him politely.

Su Mo bowed his hands to the other party but said nothing. This person was not a good person and he was too lazy to deal with him.

"Bo Yan, you just joined the Soul Pavilion not long ago. Do you know the tradition of the Qingni Festival?" Ke Han saw Su Mo's cold expression and didn't take it to heart. Instead, he asked with a smile.

"I would like to hear the details!" Su Mo said solemnly.

"Every time there is a Qingtai Festival, there will be at least hundreds of rebels. These people are all the best at the same level, and their combat power is first-rate among the same level!"

Ke Han told the story with a smile and continued: "However, after all, there are more monks than meat. It is not easy to get rich rewards in the Qingni Festival."

"As long as you have it!" Su Mo smiled nonchalantly. In fact, he didn't care about the reward at all, as long as he had the resources.

He came here today, firstly, at the request of Master Wuyi Pavilion, and secondly, he wanted to see if anyone from the Yuanshi World would show up.

To be honest, he didn't want to see anyone from the original world here.

"hehe!"

Seeing Su Mo's nonchalant expression, Ke Han sneered and said nothing more.

Time passed slowly, and after half an hour passed, in the distant sky, a group of strong men stepped on the void and stopped at the top of the square.

There were twenty-one people in total, all of whom were strong men in the Pitian realm.

These are the twenty pavilion masters of the Eighth Soul Pavilion. Wuyi Pavilion Master is among them, and the extra person walking in the front is a middle-aged scribe who looks quite elegant.

The scribe is dressed in white and has black hair shawl. He is handsome and unrestrained, and he looks like a wine god and poet.

"Greetings to the Pavilion Master!"

Countless cabinet ministers bowed and saluted, extremely polite.

This middle-aged scribe is the master of the Eighth Soul Pavilion, You Tianlin.