The Lord of Ghost

Binghan's pearls rolled down, and the heads of the source nine were still rolling.

Mo Li stepped forward, stepped on the head of Broken Yuanjiu, blew up like watermelon, and then packed the origin of the original nine and his storage bag.

"I didn't expect you to be decisive." He laughed as he laughed, as if he laughed.

"The order of the ghost master, the ghost slaves dare not follow."

Ghost Er suddenly appeared cold sweat.

To be honest, he was hesitant, did not kill his son, or dissuaded the sound, then he had only one end: Death!

Ghost Er's clear understanding of this, Mo Li had at least three ways to kill him.

One is the control on the soul that allows his soul to dissipate instantly.

Second, it is the annihilation of the origin. Mo Li controlled his origin and controlled by the secret method.

Third: Ghost I.

To this day, the contemporary queen found his father, the old queen, and actually stepped into [Dasheng]!

Staring at yourself just now!

He was stared at by a sage king, and he felt awareness and was frightened.

The world believes that the old priests were defeated by blood, but no one expected that he actually stepped into the field of [Dasheng], and even the contemporary emperor just knew it.

Because when Gui Yi and that Dharma were fighting, Gui Yi almost pressed the Dharma to fight, and several photos were annihilated.

There is only one possibility of this situation. Ghost Yi has set foot in Dasheng and has been hidden before.

This is also the place where Ghost Er is sweaty. The means of Mo Li are always so unexpected. How did Momo let the other party break through the barrier between the saints and the Great Saint?

Despite doubt, he still suppressed all his thoughts.

"I did a good job." Mo Li's smile bloomed in the blood mist. At this time, he took out the dark soil tank and loaded Yuan Jiu's flesh and flesh.

"I can't see that this guy is crystal flesh and blood, and the spine bones are through the unobstructed mysterious light. The runes are strange."

Mo Li was surprised while collecting the corpse. He estimated that the other person was born with a god, and the top of his head was shining, as if he was derived.

However, Mo Li didn't care.

Still, the king was defeated, and the defeated person had only one way to go here. The process, regardless of the means, just look at the results.

Soon, Mo Li got a brilliant ashes, and the ashes attached to the strange rune fragments. From a certain perspective, this was the essence of the Yuan Jiuyi body.

"It's pretty ... Bai Cancan."

Mo Li smiled slightly, and then grabbed the ashes of the ninth Daozi of [Daogong] and sprinkled it in the air.

In the moment, the ashes were like white snow, and there was a strange beauty that could not be said.

"Okay, clean up the endgame."

As soon as Mo Li's voice fell, the Bai family suddenly fell from the void, full of wolf.

"Control, I'll make up the knife."

There are a lot of villains in quasi -saint, and he will not waste.

"Wait ... wait ..." The Bai family was too eye -catching, and the battle was completely one side, unexpectedly.

"I am willing to surrender, I would like to offer my own origin!"

The corner of Mo's mouth raised, the nightmare that came slowly: "Sorry, I don’t need it."

Speaking, the ghost knife was drawn, and the fire of the infinite fairy light and the Indus bloomed, and the sharp knife directly cut off the opponent's body.

The law of quasi -saint wants to repair the injuries of the Bai family, but is worn out by the unique rhythm of Xianjin. The two collided, delaying the speed of injury repair.

"Sure enough, the recovery ability of Xunsheng is very strong."

Mo Li murmured to himself. Its ghost swords cast two kinds of fairy fairy gold, and they were sacrificed by the ghost of [Dasheng]. It contained the super rhyme of the sage. I did not expect that it would not be easily killed.

"If you can't do it, you will come a few more times."

Alas!

The knife shone, and the blood was shrouded in.

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On the other.

Zhongzhou, the place where the rhyme is rushing, [Daogong].

The sudden beam bell shocked countless disciples.

"What's going on? Is the beam? Is there something wrong with Tao?"

The bereavement bell is connected to Daozi's life soul.

The day of the bereavement of the beam means the death of Tao.

"Where is the Tao?"

Some time ago, the most discussed topic in Zhongzhou monks was the birth of the nine sons of Daogong. Nine Taoists, that is, only this time in the history of Daogong, it is absolutely ancient.

Many people speculate that the emperor's competition must have a place in the palace. The nine of them are extraordinary.

But without thinking, the number of nine ways suddenly became eight.

Who is the disappearing road?

For a while, the wind rose, and countless goddesses tried to spy the truth.

Soon, what made the world wrong is that the falling person is actually the ninth place of the new place: Yuan Jiu!

"It is said that Yuan Jiu's master is also a furious man in Daogong, or ordered everything."

"What did you find?"

"Insufficient news, I only know that Yuan Jiuzi returned to my homeland."

"Soland? Where?"

"Tianyu Dynasty."

Soon, what happened to the Tianyu dynasty began to spread.

A monk named a ghost became the focus of the Zhongzhou creature.

"I heard that he slaughtered millions of monks, sin is deep!"

"No, the bones can fill the sea."

"It is said that [Tianyi Sect] couldn't stand it, and many cultivators were filled with righteous indignation and went to arrest the ghost."

"That's right, the cultivators of [Tianyi Sect] claim to be righteous people, and they practice openness and honesty. If they were not for their strong foundation, they would simply be meddling in other people's business."

"In addition, I heard that the bald donkeys over at [Leiyin Temple] are very interested in this. The ghost killed too many people, and there are millions of wronged souls. Those big figures dare not publicize it so much. The Buddha said that saving souls can cultivate merits. I guess he wants to save people and cultivate the law..."

For a while, the ghost's reputation became even worse.

As for the name Mo Li, it had been buried in the secret realm of the fairyland more than half a year ago.

When many cultivators rushed to [Tianyu Dynasty], Mo Li had already left there.

He easily threw the semi-holy medicine seized by the Bai family to Gui Er.

"I've already done the bad guy, and then I'll just have to play a drama of killing my relatives for the sake of justice. I don't care how to gather the dynasty's luck, I just want the result!"

If a semi-sacred medicine that can make the blood surge again, plus the luck of an empire, is not enough for Gui Er to step into the sainthood within a year, then Mo Li will be very disappointed.

And Gui Er knows the consequences of disappointment.

"Let's go, it's time to go back!"

Mo Li looked at the clouds in the sky, which were red all over the sky, which was a signal to go home.

Where to go back?

Of course, back to the land of East Wilderness.

The sect competition of Xuanyang Holy Land is coming soon. As the former champion, he naturally has to go back to cheer for his dear junior brothers and sisters.