The Lord of Ghost

When the light gradually faded, the collapsed land revealed the collapsed landform, and the prosperous palace turned into ashes and dissipated in the cold wind of the aftermath.

Millions of lives also disappeared together.

"What a wonderful masterpiece!"

In the golden flowing shield, Mo Li was full of praise.

He was particularly satisfied with the scene in front of him, blood and flesh flew everywhere, the blood on the ground gathered into a river, and the potholes were also filled with rich hot blood.

Although the intense heat had evaporated a lot, the remaining limbs and flesh were enough to cover the center of the dynasty.

Densely packed, endless blood.

After a long time, the world where the mute button was pressed had a slight sound, which was heard from the countless bodies of broken limbs and flesh.

"Oh, it seems that there are still people alive." Mo Li chuckled, he was not surprised by this.

Boom!

Suddenly, the power of the saint came again.

How can the monks who were already seriously injured resist the old emperor with full power?

"Wait! Holy Lord! We are willing to surrender!" Several voices came from the boundless sea of ​​corpses.

The so-called Holy Lord is a respectful title for the saint: the great power of the saint, the master surrenders.

The old emperor glanced at Mo Li and asked for his opinion.

The surviving monks still couldn't understand how a saint could become a servant of a [Hedao Realm] ant. They would rather believe that this was a deal.

Perhaps only a deal was the limit they could accept.

"Cripple them all, I will finish them off myself."

Mo Li's cold words like an ice blade froze all the hopes of the remaining monks.

Under the saint, they are all ants, and they have no way to escape.

"Wait, my friend! I am willing to surrender."

Some people hurriedly changed their words. Although they still couldn't understand, those who know the times are heroes, and no one wants to die.

The surviving monks have realized a serious problem. This monk named "Ghost" really keeps his word and completely ignores the forces behind him. They don't even give him the opportunity to reveal his identity!

"Oh, is that so?" Mo Li raised his eyebrows.

Seeing this, the living monks saw the light again.

They endured the pressure of the saints and struggled to climb out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and then slowly raised their heads and looked up at the man surrounded by golden light. It was this guy who suddenly appeared and reversed the situation. Millions of monks died because of him.

"One, two, three..."

Mo Li counted the heads, his smile was like fog, and his emotions were completely unpredictable.

Two quasi-saints, including the emperor of this dynasty, there are three people, and the rest are a few scattered [Venerable Realm]...

"Okay, kill them all except the emperor of this dynasty!"

As he counted, Mo Li's words suddenly fell, and his tense heartstrings suddenly broke, and the whole person fell into the abyss.

"Wait! My friend! No! Master, I am willing to surrender!"

"I swear by the Great Dao!"

The reversal came unexpectedly, and everyone knelt down and begged for mercy, except for the two quasi-saints who were still hesitating. After all, they were quasi-saints, and their dignity could not be lost for a while.

They would hesitate, but Mo Li would not.

"Go, suppress them two."

Mo Li's voice sounded like a death bell. Seeing this, the two quasi-saints turned pale and fled in the opposite direction subconsciously.

The brilliant explosion took away millions of lives, and also destroyed the [Nine Dragons Holy Movement Formation] that trapped the lives. If they didn't escape now, when would they?

However, after half an incense stick of time, the old emperor came back with two dying bodies, and threw them on the ground with a plop, like throwing chickens.

You know, these are two quasi-saints!

In the era when saints were in charge, quasi-saints were the strongest fighting force walking in the world. The supreme of the world was caught back so easily?

At this moment, the hearts of the [Venerable Realm] monks who witnessed the whole process obviously skipped a beat when the Quasi-Saint fell to the ground.

They once again clearly realized that the so-called saint is extraordinary, transcending the human world and detaching from the mundane world.

"Now, I'll give you a chance to live!"

Mo Li's voice echoed in the ears of the remaining monks. Facing this person who controls their life and death, they dare not be careless.

"Only one of the five of you can survive!"

As soon as the words fell, the five [Venerables] realized that something was wrong.

Could this guy want them to fight among themselves?

Just like raising Gu, only the Gu King can survive to the end?

But Mo Li's thoughts are always difficult to guess.

"The method is: whoever of you five is promoted to Quasi-Saint first will have a chance to survive!"

"You can observe the ways of these two Quasi-Saints. They will become the nutrients on your way to promotion. Only the one who grows the fastest will be qualified to live!"

They have never thought of Mo Li's method, but Mo Li has his own considerations.

First of all, these two quasi-saints were not promoted by him. Even if they were bound by the oath of the Great Dao, they had different intentions that could not be eliminated. Mo Li did not have time to make them submit completely.

Therefore, if he promoted a quasi-saint, his submission would be the highest.

But then again, why not decide the strongest Venerable and then promote him to a quasi-saint?

Again, time.

There was only more than a year left before the historical time point of the Xuanyang Holy Land Competition. He did not have time to wait for the Venerable to slowly comprehend and break through.

He needed a combat power higher than that of the [Venerable] and enough loyalty. This was undoubtedly the best way.

"Okay, let's get started!"

As Mo Li's voice fell, the old emperor peeled open the flesh and blood meridians of the two quasi-saints, letting their most primitive soul light bloom and burn, and at the same time refined their Dao principles, naked like a ketone body and perfectly exposed in front of the five venerables.

At this moment, time became the most precious treasure.

Every second was in the perception, the soul light of the five people was shining with all their strength, and the fog in front of the soul road was gradually dispelled with the shining of the light, and then slowly revealed an ancient road leading to the realm of quasi-saints.

At this time, Mo Li came in front of the contemporary emperor. He carefully used the [Immortal Dao Placenta] to put on a coat for himself to prevent the other party from suddenly attacking.

After all, Mo Li's current Hedao realm strength can't withstand the opponent's light attack.

Although there are saints to protect the Dao, it's better to be safe than sorry.

Mo Li met the eyes of the contemporary emperor, and those eyes were full of doubts, shock, confusion...all kinds of emotions intertwined, but Mo Li ignored them completely.

He raised a ghostly arc, looked at the other party with a smile, and then uttered a few words:

"Want to become a saint?"

The short four words, like the whisper of the devil, pulled him into the dark abyss.

The contemporary emperor swallowed his saliva. It seemed that no one could refuse this condition, but he still hesitated.

"It's okay, you have time to think about it. You have time before the five of them break through, otherwise, you will lose this opportunity."

The contemporary emperor subconsciously looked at the old emperor, his father, and saw only a calm look.

Yes, at this moment, the contemporary emperor realized that the saint of the dynasty had completely accepted his identity as a slave.

"Do you want to know why?" Mo Li smiled suddenly.

The contemporary emperor opened his eyes wide. He wanted to know the answer too much!

Mo Li raised his lips: "Have you noticed that even if the luck of the dynasty of [Tianyu Dynasty] is exhausted, his aura has not decreased at all, on the contrary, it is even more than the peak..."

As Mo Li's beads rolled down one by one, the contemporary emperor seemed to realize something, and his pupils overflowed with shock.

It has been said before that some creatures choose to establish [dynasties] in order to become saints, and use the vast luck of the country to achieve transcendence.

And [Tianyu Dynasty] gave birth to saints in this way, but the cost of blessing the dynasty is also very high. The farther away from the dynasty, the lower the strength will be.

And the old emperor can still maintain the state of saints when the luck of the dynasty is completely dissipated, and even surpass the peak, which means: he has broken away from the constraints of the dynasty! Become a saint who is free in the world in the true sense!

"The old holy throne is vacant, and a new emperor needs to ascend the throne. But the price of ascending the holy throne is to submit to me."

"Of course, you can choose to refuse. But opportunities only come to those who are prepared."

Mo Li glanced at the five venerables who were sprinting to the quasi-saint with all their strength. If the contemporary emperor is not happy, then the quasi-saint who wins in the end will seamlessly connect this path to the holy path.

But why did Mo Li give the contemporary emperor the opportunity to hesitate?

The answer is still the two words: time.

The contemporary emperor has been in the realm of quasi-saint for thousands of years. He is the most likely to step into the realm of saints in a short time.

And he has also been preparing for a long time. If it weren't for Mo Li's sudden appearance, he would have achieved his wish of transcendence.

"Okay!"

Suddenly, the contemporary emperor hesitated for only a moment and agreed.

There are two points that touched him:

First: the holy throne.

Second: hope, the hope of winning the emperor!

Yes, the contemporary emperor saw a bright future in Mo Li. No one has ever been able to regain the saint in the [Hedao Realm]! If he is also transcendent, then there are two of them!

Looking at the overall situation, he found that Mo Li was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Millions of lives were wiped out in the midst of laughter and chatter. Just say annihilation, without considering the consequences at all.

And his decision, from the beginning to the current position of saint, seemed to have been thought out in advance.

The contemporary emperor was actually gambling, gambling on Mo Li becoming the emperor!

If Mo Li became the emperor, the so-called slaves would no longer be synonymous with humiliation, but the highest honor!

Mo Li smiled slightly, and the faintness in his eyes flickered.

Time passed little by little.

It was on this day that the name of a cultivator named "Ghost" began to spread.