The Lord of Ghost

Soon, Mo Li was surrounded by the cultivators of [Purple Sky Holy Land], and the air was full of magic.

"Who are you! How dare you commit a crime in front of my holy land!" The old man in embroidered robes shouted. His breath fluctuations were the strongest, and he was in the perfection of [Nirvana Realm], and half a foot stepped into the [Venerable Realm]. Also known as the Half-Step Venerable.

The so-called [Nirvana Realm] is a higher level than the [Hedao Realm]. After the Hedao, explore the way forward and move forward in the confusing fog. At the end of the fog, there will be a final test: Dao Fire Tempering.

Those who survive this fire will have a full soul, the fog will suddenly clear, and their breathing will be more in line with the Dao of heaven and earth, as if they have broken out of their cocoons and reborn, so it is called: Nirvana.

"Sir, I was originally a disciple of [Xuan Yang Holy Land]. I was chased by my fellow disciples and fled here to seek refuge. The perpetrator was not me, but someone from Xuan Yang Holy Land! Please understand!"

Instantly, Mo Li's voice was as if he had suffered a great injustice, and he was filled with grief, his eyes were wet, and he was no longer arrogant.

"Hmm?"

The monks of Zixiao Holy Land looked at each other.

The scene that should have appeared at the foot of the mountain was covered by a fog. The fog lasted for a long time, and even the consciousness of [Nirvana Realm] could not penetrate it, so they had no way of knowing what happened.

After arriving, Mo Li was the only one at the scene.

No one could judge whether what he said was true or false.

"If you don't believe it, I can make a great oath!" Mo Li said hurriedly.

As he spoke, his soul light bloomed, and a wisp of his soul connected to the vast and unpredictable majestic aura above the sky, and the sound of the great way echoed faintly in the ears of the people around him.

"I am willing to testify under the Great Dao that I escaped from Xuanyang Holy Land and will fight to the death with them! I killed the two people from [Purple Sky Holy Land] before! If you conceal anything, you will die!"

Mo Li spoke quickly, as if he didn't think through his brain, and the afterglow of the Great Dao in the void gradually dissipated after the hum, and no thunder fell, which showed that what Mo Li said was not a lie.

"Elder Jin, it seems that he is really being hunted down..."

One of the disciples sighed, but as he spoke, he realized that something was wrong.

"No, he killed the person!"

After he finished speaking, he found that his fellow disciples looked at him with a caring look as if they were looking at a mentally retarded person.

Elder Jin of the Purple Sky Holy Land: "Boy, you are really arrogant. This situation hasn't happened for many years. You killed my disciples of the Holy Land and dared to admit it in front of so many people. Should I think you are ignorant? Or are you not afraid of death?"

He noticed that Mo Li's oath was not wrong, that is to say, the first half: fighting to the death with Xuanyang Holy Land is an indisputable fact.

"I admit it." Mo Li spread out his palms, as if he was helpless to be spied on:

"The reason for being hunted down is because of a rare treasure." As he said that, Mo Li took out a purple-gold incense burner.

"This rare treasure was obtained when I traveled outside. Unexpectedly, it was favored by the disciples of Xuanyang Holy Land. They wanted to kill people and take the treasure, but I escaped. So I came to the territory of Zixiao Holy Land."

"Then, they were afraid, and because of the feud, they thought about joining the Holy Land to seek shelter. Unexpectedly, the two brothers who guarded the mountain gate also took a fancy to my rare treasure."

"I didn't want such a tragedy to happen later."

Mo Li's tone seemed to express helplessness and sadness, and his feelings were sincere.

"This is not what I want. Now that things have come to this, I am willing to offer the rare treasure to ask for forgiveness from the Holy Land. If you can let me join the Holy Land, it will be a supreme blessing!"

As he said that, Mo Li presented the purple-gold treasure furnace in his hand to the elders of the Holy Land.

The moment they received the treasure, the eyes of everyone around them seemed to light up, but the greed in their eyes was quickly suppressed.

This treasure was just an inconspicuous treasure in the treasure house of [Tianyu Dynasty]. For Mo Li, who had a fairy, he looked down on this kind of trickery, but for others, it was a rare treasure.

The East Wasteland was poor and the spiritual energy was scarce, which also led to the harsh conditions for the birth of various natural treasures, so there were few treasures here.

"Ahem..." Elder Jin in the Nirvana Realm coughed and pretended to say:

"I see that my nature is not bad, and I am also sincere to my holy land."

Hearing this, Mo Li smiled brightly.

This was the first time someone praised him for his good nature.

That's right, how could Mo Li be a bad person? It's all forced by the world.

"But it is a fact that you killed a sect disciple. The Holy Land is kind and generous. You will be spared the death penalty, but you will not be able to escape the punishment of living. You will be demoted to a menial disciple and serve the Holy Land for a hundred years."

"Are you willing?"

After receiving the benefits, you should do the work.

Elder Jin also saw the extraordinaryness of this purple gold furnace, and he had the idea of ​​killing people to rob the treasure in his mind, but he had no choice but to give up because a large group of disciples were watching with their eyes wide open.

"So! The Holy Land is willing to take me in!" Mo Li was overjoyed, and his face was full of joy and gratitude.

"The Holy Land is kind and generous, and I think you didn't mean it."

As for the two dead mountain guards, they are not worth mentioning in front of the rare treasure.

"In addition, I see that your realm is already in the middle stage of the [Hedao Realm], and your bone age is about thirty years. You are also a genius. Do you disagree?"

It is rare for a casual cultivator to have such qualifications in the poor East Wilderness. It is understandable that a genius has his own arrogance.

Menial work for a hundred years is too long, and a genius will also be lost in the crowd.

"It's up to you, sir!"

Mo Li met Elder Jin's gaze, and the other party raised his eyebrows. Mo Li immediately understood.

This old guy probably wanted to squeeze all the treasures from him. He wanted to use the treasures to exchange for a hundred years of wasted time.

After all, for Tianjiao, time is the most valuable.

"By the way, what are you calling?"

I saw Mo Li slowly said: "At the time of being chased by the Xuanyang Holy Land, I swear that even if I die, I will not let them go! Therefore, I am determined to change the name, only the word: ghost!"

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Soon, Mo Li became a part of the [Zixiao Holy Land].

It's just the bottom -level miscellaneous disciples.

The gray robe, the outside door of the white robe, the inner door of the blue robe, the core of the purple clothes, the upper to the pro -pass, and the upper upward is the saint.