The Lord of Ghost

Time flies. Half a month has passed since Mo Li fell into a coma.

Within half a month, a wave of ups and downs arose.

It is said that a new demon has emerged from Zhongzhou, sweeping across his generation and being invincible. The descendants of the ancient family roamed the world and began to become famous.

The most amazing thing is the super power of Zhongzhou [Dao Palace]. In this life, the ninth Daozi was born.

The so-called [Dao Palace] is a place where the great Dao resonates and the meaning is full. In the realm of harmony and the most profound truth, the echo of the great Dao resonates, shining the way forward. Those whose Dao light is enough to break through the nine layers of heaven are listed as Daozi.

According to the records of [Dao Palace], the number of people whose Dao light broke through the nine layers of heaven in each era is no more than five, but this era is extremely prosperous and gave birth to the extreme number of nine.

Therefore, some living beings sighed. If nothing unexpected happens, there must be someone competing for the throne in this life's [Dao Palace].

Speaking of the Dao Palace, its history can be traced back to the beginning of the era. Its purpose of establishment tends to cultivate geniuses and evildoers, just like a college for further study. It is the signboard of [Zhonghuang Daozhou] in the Three Thousand Daozhous.

The amazing geniuses of ancient history who have walked out of the Dao Palace in all dynasties are both internal and external, covering the universe, like a koi crossing the river, including the ancient emperors.

Therefore, the title of Daozi of [Dao Palace] is particularly valuable.

At the same time, in the Dao Palace, there is a suspended island with a fairy spring waterfall.

A cultivator at the peak of [Hedao Realm] stood outside the pavilion. His whole body was lingering with this primitive and barbaric power. Even the overflowing Dao rules were violent, and blood-red runes were flying, like a wild beast, but he knelt on one knee and offered his most sincere loyalty.

And the man's loyal object was the ninth Daozi who had just been born in [Dao Palace], Yuanjiu.

Yuanjiu was his nickname, known and called by the world, and his real name had long been covered.

The birth of the Nine Extreme Numbers, his Dao light that broke through the Nine Heavens was extremely bright, and the degree of brilliance was enough to rank in the top five of this generation of Daozi, but the old guys in the Dao Palace guessed that he did not exert his full strength and had a trick up his sleeve.

"My lord, when your Dao light broke through the Nine Heavens, an accident happened in your hometown [Tianyu Dynasty]." The man surrounded by the wild Dao said cautiously, observing Yuan Jiu's expression with his peripheral vision.

Although the man was already ranked in the top 1,000 of the [Tianhuang List], in front of Yuan Jiu, it was like the bright moon and fireflies, and he could only look up.

The so-called [Tianhuang List] is a list of the strength of the [Hedao Realm] Tianjiao in the Zhonghuang Daozhou of an era. The territory of Daozhou is boundless, and there are billions of Tianjiao born. It is enough to make the [Tianhuang List] glorious.

And Yuan Jiu was able to suppress the wild man and make him surrender, and his strength is undoubtedly powerful.

"What's going on?" Yuan Jiu frowned slightly.

He was born in the [Tianyu Dynasty]. When he was young, he was discovered by the traveling Taoist elders. He was like a treasure. Later, he followed the elders into the [Tao Palace] to practice the way to the sky.

The broadening of his horizons allowed Yuan Jiu to see a wider world, and thus embarked on a path to the supreme peak. So he was no longer bound by the prince of a dynasty, flying in the deep pool and soaring into the sky.

But in the final analysis, his roots are still in the [Tianyu Dynasty]. He has to go back for both emotional and logical reasons.

"According to the news, a saint fell in the dynasty."

"Saint fell?" Yuan Jiu's eyes gradually darkened.

He knew too well what a saint fell was?

The occurrence of a saint fell is often accompanied by the replacement of a dynasty, which means the advent of a new saint.

Becoming a saint is the dream of every living being, but the arrogant Tianjiao never disdains to use the dynasty's luck to enter the way of sainthood, because the constraints are too great, and they have their own pride.

For Yuan Jiu, the same is true. He disdains to become a saint through the court luck, but this does not mean that he will give away the opportunity to become a saint!

He is the prince of the [Tianyu Dynasty], the most outstanding prince in history. Becoming a saint through the court luck is his last trump card, and he will never give this trump card to anyone.

"Who is the new saint?" Yuan Jiu asked.

The wild man paused and replied: "The new saint has not appeared. We only know that an accident occurred when various forces were fighting for opportunities. The palace was reduced to ruins and no one survived... So far, no news has been heard, only the [Zhaixing Tower] collapsed!"

"[Zhaixing Tower]?" Yuan Jiu's eyes changed.

Because of his broadened knowledge, he knew a lot of secrets buried in the yellow sand of history.

He didn't care about the [Zhaixing Tower], but he was particularly concerned about the furnace with ancient and mysterious patterns on the altar on the top of the building!

He once glimpsed a corner of the patterns on it, which seemed to involve a little-known great terror!

"It's time to go back..." Yuan Jiu muttered to himself, his eyes flickering.

The dynasty's luck is the trump card he must control, and the mysterious furnace used for sacrifice on the Zhaixing Tower is also what he wants to get.

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The other side. [Tianyu Dynasty].

Mo Li woke up from his coma, and the first thing he did after waking up was to observe the magical incense burner in the storage bag. It floated in the empty space of the storage. The floating purple incense had been extinguished, and it was quietly suspended without any abnormality.

But Mo Li knew that the incense condensed and lit by this strange incense burner was not spiritual energy, but soul, the kind of soul that was white like smoke.

The moment Mo Li touched the furnace body, endless and ferocious consciousness like a tide surged into his mind, almost tearing him apart.

"Strange incense burner, lit soul incense, what exactly is the road illuminated?" Mo Li frowned.

He found that the scene he saw was very different from what the living beings saw.

And the black-gray soil in the incense burner can actually make people feel dizzy, as if it is a whirlpool that makes people sink.

However, after the second eye contact, the dizziness no longer occurs. It is just a ball of black and ordinary moist soil. Judging from the color, it looks like it has just been dug out of the earth, and the moisture of the soil remains.

But Mo Li knows that this strange black soil has been placed for at least a thousand years.

He wants to know what this black soil is?

Mo Li once obtained a handful of golden Wutong fairy soil in the Wutong world in the secret realm. It is a fertile soil that can only be formed after millions of years of precipitation based on the burning Wutong fairy.

Therefore, the formation of soil depends on the environment.

Mo Li wants to find out the source of this handful of soil, and perhaps he can understand the general situation and the environment of the "ghost gate" he saw.

So, Mo Li took out the black-gray soil and dripped the blood of creatures with cultivation levels from [Flesh Realm] to [Sage].

To Mo Li's surprise, the black-gray soil quickly absorbed the blood completely.

You know, even a drop of blood from a quasi-saint is precious, and the energy contained in it is enough to burn the sea, let alone a saint?

Mo Li frowned and dripped his blood containing the essence of immortal life without hesitation.

Puff~

The two blended together, and the brilliant brilliance seemed to encounter the boiling weirdness, and the divine substance contained in it was dissolved by the black soil.

"No, it's not dissolved!" Mo Li opened his ghost eyes and looked carefully.

To be precise, it should be swallowed!

"Swallow?" Mo Li looked at the black and gray soil in front of him in confusion, muttering to himself, and he suddenly had a wonderful idea.

At this time, Mo Li took out a gray jar.

This jar was used by Mo Li for a one-stop funeral service. When he buried all the foundation disciples of [Xuanyang Holy Land] at the Three Thousand Stone Stairs, he stored their ashes in the jar, walked down from the stone stairs, and sprinkled them as he walked, like a beautiful white smoke.

Mo Li wanted to melt the black strange soil into this jar, absorb the blood of living beings, fill a jar with white ashes, and sprinkle it on people as a blessing.

The plan was set, and Mo Li moved his mind and called the old emperor.

"Ghost Lord." The old emperor had come to his side without knowing when.

"How is the casting going?"

"It will be completed in a few days." The old emperor told truthfully.

"A few days? Still okay."

As he said, Mo Li took out the black soil and his own earthen jar and ordered to continue melting and refining.

And what Mo Li just said was his ghost sword and the mythical beast Kui Niu skin that were melted with several kinds of fairy gold.

The ghost sword was simply absorbed at that time, and did not fuse the Dao rhyme of fairy gold.

He did not know how to refine weapons, so he could only let the weapon refiner forge it for him.

As for the Kui Niu skin...

Once, he asked the God of Sound about the refining method of this thing.

【“According to records, Kui Niu hide is usually used as eardrum. When the thunder drum sounds, a sea of ​​thunder will spread across thousands of miles, and the sound of heavenly thunder will roll like a majestic aura.”

“However, you need to find a thunder beast and refine its spine into a drumstick, but thunder beasts have long been extinct in this era. It is lucky to find a mixed-blood Kui Niu hide.”

Mo Li stroked the tough leather on his hand, and finally said, “Can it be refined into a flag?”

The God of Sound hesitated for a while: “Yes, it can, but the power will be greatly reduced. The resonance between Kui Niu and the thunder beast will stimulate the drum sound to damage the soul and make it explode. If it is made into a flag, the maximum effect of Kui Niu hide cannot be exerted.”

Having said that, Mo Li still had to decide to refine it into a flag for storage, using the skin as the flag, and what is inside is not an object, but ghosts, densely packed ghosts.

When the flag is waved, thousands of ghosts parade!

By then, the gray jar will devour the essence of flesh and blood, the white ashes will be loaded inside, and the flags will absorb the souls... He will turn all his enemies into nutrients, all over his body.