The Lord of Ghost

[Purple Sky Holy Land], errand room.

This is his first day in the Holy Land.

As a kind person who abides by the rules of the Holy Land, Mo Li can't restrain his enthusiasm.

In fact, Mo Li can take the position of the Son of God in a faster way, but he always feels that it lacks a bit of fun.

Getting up from the wooden bed, Mo Li plans to walk around.

"Ghost... Brother Ghost, where are you going?" shouted a fellow disciple who is also a errand disciple.

"To be the Son of God!"

Fellow errand disciple: "Ah?"

After getting in touch with him for a while, he found that Mo Li was very strange and always felt that his brain was not normal.

Now he even said that he wanted to be the Son of God!

Does he know what the status of the Son of God is? That is the seed of the struggle for the emperor!

"What? Don't believe it?" Mo Li smiled lightly.

"Brother Ghost, don't dream."

Mo Li did not explain, but went straight out of the errand room.

As a errand disciple, Mo Li walked in the grand dojo, surrounded by white-robed disciples, and his gray robe was particularly conspicuous.

"Hey, that errand boy, this is not the place for you!"

A white-robed disciple shouted, errand disciples should work hard, the holy land is vast, and the basic projects such as repairs and creations are endless.

Mo Li did not stop, but continued to walk towards the [Martial Arts Arena].

In order to prevent the internal fighting in the holy land from being too serious, the personal grudges between the disciples were resolved on the [Martial Arts Arena], and they spoke with strength, regardless of life or death.

"Stop!"

Immediately, a disciple performed a turbulent palm, the palm print was green, accompanied by a whistling wind, and attacked Mo Li with spiritual energy.

Mo Li glanced at him, and in a blink of an eye, he flashed behind the person who had made the move, pointed his palm at his back, and said in a teasing tone:

"I'm going to fly high."

After he finished speaking, a huge palm print rose up with the wind, and suddenly there was one less person in broad daylight.

Mo Li's sudden resistance was something that all the outer disciples present had never thought of. The level division of Zixiao Holy Land was strict, and the distribution of resources was uneven. The gap between menials and outer disciples was very large.

Most menials would be menials for the rest of their lives, and it was difficult for them to turn over.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a fair and aboveboard provocation?"

Mo Li's mouth curled up a smile. This kind of guy who breaks the rules is generally called a thorn.

And thorns often have only two endings: either they are smoothed out, or they are as brilliant as the sun.

Mo Li: "Today, on behalf of all the menial disciples, I say: You are all trash! Trash should stay in the garbage dump, don't come out to embarrass yourself!"

After he finished speaking, the air around him was as quiet as if someone had died.

It's been a long time since I met such an arrogant thorn.

"Boy, do you want to die too?" A white-robed disciple looked at Mo Li with a pitying look.

He used the word "also", which means that there were people who acted like him before.

In Zixiao Holy Land, if you want to be promoted from a chores to a white-robed outer disciple, there are generally two ways.

First: Continue to accept daily trivial tasks, and when the contribution value reaches a certain value and the realm meets the requirements, you can be promoted.

But the disadvantage is that the contribution value obtained from daily trivial tasks is very small, and it takes at least a hundred years to meet the requirements.

Second: Challenge the outer disciples. You can be promoted after defeating ten people.

This is the fastest way, but this method is also the most difficult, because this rule has an unwritten default: the outer disciples will do their best to stop the challenger when fighting, and the opponents they encounter will be stronger.

It was said before that the resources of Zixiao Holy Land were allocated according to class. The spiritual stones of menial disciples were pitifully few, and they would even be exploited and squeezed by outer disciples, and the gap between the two would become larger and larger.

Therefore, there were very few people who relied on the second way of challenging to be promoted.

At that time, Mo Li frowned and smiled like mist.

He pointed to the empty [Martial Arts Arena]: "I heard that as long as you defeat ten outer disciples' trash, you can be promoted?"

Mo Li's words were unpleasant to hear. Ten trash hurt their nerves.

This new menial is simply looking for death!

Mo Li didn't hesitate, and walked straight to the [Martial Arts Arena], leaning over and looking at the people around him.

"Hurry up, it's better to go together, I'm in a hurry to become the Son of God!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a suffocating silence, and then a tsunami-like surging mocking laughter broke out.

"Hahaha!"

"Did you hear what he said just now?"

"He wants to be the Son of God! He wants to be the Son of God! Hahaha!"

"No, my stomach hurts! I haven't heard such funny nonsense in a long time!"

Just like the treatment of the protagonist, Mo Li's behavior attracted waves of ridicule.

In fact, it's not their fault. After all, there hasn't been a fool in many years. Just after taking the position of a errand boy, he wants to replace the Son of God. The protagonist is not so arrogant.

It is understandable that things beyond the understanding of the world will be ridiculed.

Mo Li stood on the fighting stage. At this time, the other disciples who were fighting fiercely also put aside their grievances and looked at Mo Li, the new fool.

In this world, there will always be people who are crazy. As for crazy people, just treat them as jokes.

Soon, the laughter gradually stopped, just like the rain after the rain, only scattered smiles were still spreading.

"Have you all laughed enough?"

"Who will go up and teach him the truth?"

"I'll do it." As soon as he finished speaking, a sturdy bald man in a white robe jumped up and looked at Mo Li with a mocking look.

"Boy, your courage is commendable, but the consequence is...you won't see the sun tomorrow!"

"I am afraid that the miscellaneous service has not realized the seriousness of the problem. Every miscellaneous service that comes on stage must challenge ten rounds, even if scarred can only continue to challenge!

There are disciples sighing on the stage. They have seen many attempts to challenge the disciples, but as long as they stand on [Martial Arts], there are no people who can survive.

Without exception, you can't carry the wheel war.

There are very few people who can complete this difficulty coefficient, and death is also an ending that the vast majority of miscellaneous commits cannot bear. Therefore, from a certain perspective, this is also the persecution of the sacred land in disguise.

"Can you start?"

Mo Li's smile is still unchanged, like a ghost in the fog.

"Boy, since you want to be happy, then Lao Tzu will become all you!" The bald disciple yelled, kicked the ground with one leg, and the strength of the "Linghai Realm] broke out!

Yes, yes, it is [Linghai Realm]!

Practicing one road is long, and the strength is also strong and weak. From childhood to large, in order: [meat body realm], [god Tibetan realm], [Linghai realm], [Shen Palace], [true spiritual realm], [return to one realm of one realm, ], [Harong Taoism], [Nirvana Realm], [His Holiness], [Quasheng], and then the extraordinary way: [saint] ...

Mo Li is now [Mid -Taoist Realm], and the bald man is [Peak of Linghai Realm], which has four realms! Four realms!

At this moment, the disciples who are watching the drama have not realized the seriousness of the problem.