The Lord of Ghost

At this moment, the last petal of the Holy Dao Flower slowly opened, and the red light from the outside world fell like rain, and the remnant rhyme of the Great Dao also roared and resonated.

The heart of the old emperor twitched suddenly, and an irresistible force pulled him.

He clearly felt that he only had three breaths left!

There was no time!

Without allowing the old emperor to think, he decisively tore open the crack in the void.

At that time, a breath of time passed.

Outside the palace, in the inn room.

The crack in the void suddenly opened, and a withered hand stretched out from it, grabbing Mo Li in the room.

Mo Li suddenly opened his scarlet ghost eyes and looked at the old emperor in disbelief.

When their eyes met, the old emperor suddenly felt a strange sense of peeling.

There was something wrong with these eyes, and they were strangely enchanting and scarlet, but he had no time to think.

At this time, the time for two breaths was up.

Only one breath was left, and the Holy Dao Flower in the void was about to bloom, and the red glow was also at its most dazzling moment.

When the saint dies, the flower blooms.

Without hesitation, the old emperor opened his skull-like mouth and swallowed the target in one gulp.

"Boy, turn into my nourishment!"

In an instant, the vitality was steaming, and the old emperor felt the surging vitality, and the truth of life contained in it filled his flesh and blood cells, and he was in joy.

In the outside world, the holy flower that should have bloomed and shone suddenly closed its petals at the last moment, and this change surprised everyone.

"What's going on? It's about to bloom!"

"The holy flower is closing, could it be... that the old emperor survived?"

However, just as the doubts emerged, the petals that were closed suddenly bloomed again.

There was no time to react. The red clouds in the sky suddenly fell, like a group of stars falling. The road began to mourn, the void collapsed, and the remnant rhyme of the old emperor's holy way filled the wilds. All things resonated and echoed, and holy flowers of the Tao blossomed on the ground...

Countless creatures were immersed in the echo of the holy Tao in their ears. The Tao sound was ethereal, like a dream and fog.

But their soul light was shining, everyone's top of the head was shining, their flesh and blood were bathed in red light and spiritual rain, and even the weeds on the roadside were renewed under such opportunities...

The saint really fell! It's true, it's a fact.

Time passed by every second.

The opportunity brought by the saint's fall is still continuing. The red red clouds and spiritual rain are getting bigger and bigger. The soul light of the monks shines brightly under the resonance of the Tao sound. That is their road shining. The Tao rhyme of the saint will shine on the confused road. They are enlightened and moving forward on their own path.

Generally speaking, the vision of the Holy Fall will last for half an incense stick of time.

And half an incense stick of time is enough for the creatures to find their own way through the fog.

The carnival is still going on. This opportunity for the creatures has benefited everyone a lot.

Until the tenth breath.

Suddenly, without any sign, the red spiritual rain disappeared, and even the brilliant Holy Way disappeared.

The opportunity of the Holy Fall only shone for a short period of ten breaths.

The soul light of the creatures had just found the way, but suddenly it was filled with fog again. The light of the Holy Way no longer shone, and they suddenly lost their direction.

"What's going on!"

A cultivator shouted, the road was clearly right in front of them, but it suddenly disappeared!

"The Holy Fall is over. But isn't it usually half an incense stick of time?"

Doubt, surprise, unwillingness, all kinds of emotions surged in their hearts.

However, before they could react, the huge formation belonging to [Tianyu Dynasty] suddenly opened.

"What's going on? How did the [Nine Dragons Holy Luck Formation] start?" Some cultivators were shocked. They were in the imperial formation.

This was the imperial formation of the [Tianyu Dynasty], but it must be driven by a saint, so it can only be driven by a saint. After being driven, the formation can mobilize the luck of the four seas and eight directions in the dynasty to be added to itself, and the saints of the same level are invincible.

"Could it be that someone in the [Tianyu Dynasty] broke through to the saint level when the saint fell?"

Countless cultivators immediately thought of this possibility.

Then the most likely candidate is the contemporary emperor who has been in the quasi-saint realm for thousands of years.

Everyone is looking for the emperor's figure, hoping that it is not true.

If it is really him, then this trip to the dynasty's territory and luck will definitely fail.

At this time, just as everyone was looking for him, a voice slowly floated over, very soft but very clear:

"Don't look for him, it's not him."

Looking for the voice, they found that it was a young man they had never seen before. He was wearing a black robe and his body seemed to be seriously festering. Behind him, stood an old man.

At that time, the air around them seemed to die little by little, leaving only a strange silence.

If their eyes were not blind, the old man was the old emperor of [Tianyu Dynasty]!

But, wasn't he dead?

The Saint's Fall happened!

Mo Li smiled slightly and ignored their shock.

"Control everyone and don't let anyone run away!"

The old emperor nodded respectfully: "Yes, Master."

Yes, the old emperor called Mo Li the master.

And this moment also indicated that Mo Li's plan was completely successful.