The Lord of Ghost

Under the sky, the Dao appeared, outlining the shadow of the Holy Dao Flower. It quietly took root in the void. The color of the petals gradually brightened as time passed, and it was more brilliant and shining than the stars in the starry sky.

"Soon! The Holy Dao Flower will bloom!" a creature said nervously.

Suddenly, red rays of light jumped on the petals of the Holy Dao Flower, and they surrounded the pistil like fireflies.

"It appeared! The Fire of Longevity!" the sharp-eyed monk shouted.

When the Fire of Longevity burned and appeared, it meant that the creature was on the last journey of falling. The more fierce the Fire of Longevity was, the more brilliant the Holy Dao Flower would bloom.

Then, the Fire of Longevity that suddenly appeared ignited the entire sky.

Countless spiritual energy poured in the direction of the Holy Dao Flower. It seemed to be sucking all the fragments of the Dao around it, and it was waiting to bloom in the Fire of Longevity.

Looking around, the red light of the red clouds covered the galaxy, covering the brilliance of the stars and the moon for a while. In the red light, there was a faint golden light, as if a dragon was flying through.

At the window of the teahouse, feeling the blood chaos that could break out in the air at any time, Mo Li also began his action.

The death of the old emperor was a foregone conclusion, and everyone thought so.

You know, the value of the dead is not great, especially the old emperor, whose internal organs have long been eroded by the death aura and only a broken body is left.

You will be infected with ominous breath when you get close.

At this moment, the most valuable thing is the holy flower that bloomed after the death of the saint, and the entire Tianyu Dynasty.

In fact, it is difficult to enter the saint and the holy way is difficult to find, let alone the barren land of Donghuang where the way is not obvious?

So, in the difficult situation, is there any way to be promoted to the realm of saints?

The answer is, there is!

That is the aura of national destiny, the aura of a country as vast as the sea of ​​stars, which gathers the aura generated by hundreds of millions of people and is enough to make the creatures that touch the edge transcend the ordinary and become saints.

Therefore, the establishment of the dynasty and the expansion of the territory are all for the purpose of gathering the aura of the dynasty. The more prosperous the aura of the dynasty, the stronger the power of the saints, and the extraordinary combat power within the dynasty.

It can be said that the vast territory and the huge population represent the opportunity to become a saint.

A typical example is the [Ancient Dragon Dynasty], because its ancestors had a great emperor, and the territory was greatly expanded, so it was enough to breed two saints.

Even the Xuanyang Holy Land has a large number of affiliated dynasties.

Therefore, at this moment, the Holy Dao Flower and the Imperial Seal of the Nation, which symbolizes the national destiny of the entire dynasty, have become the goals of everyone.

But this does not include Mo Li.

His goal was clear from beginning to end.

At that time, the longevity fire in the void became more and more violent, and the bright holy flower bloomed three petals, but there were only three petals, and the red glow fell like star rain.

After the cultivators below came into contact with the red light, the red light suddenly merged into their flesh and blood, filling the most primitive Dao in their bodies.

"This red rain is very beneficial!" A cultivator exclaimed!

Amid the exclamations, there were successive breakthroughs in the lives of the saints. Even if there was only a little bit of the residual Dao rhyme of the saints, it was enough to break through the last critical layer of paper.

Mo Li paid attention to the grand occasion within the coverage of the red rain. He did not take advantage of this opportunity, although the residual rhyme of the saints was also of great benefit to him.

"Here..." Mo Li suddenly stopped and looked at the hall wrapped in thick death.

The density of the death was far beyond Mo Li's imagination. It had reached the point of fog and water, locking the entire hall, and the appearance of the building could no longer be seen.

However, just as he approached the hall surrounded by death, a shadow quietly walked out of the void behind him.

Mo Li was not panicked by this. It was just the old emperor's secret guards or slaves. This was all within the expected range.

Although the value of the dying person was not great, it did not mean that there was no one around the old emperor. It just reduced the instability of other living beings.

"I think your master has been waiting for a long time." Mo Li smiled brightly.