The Lord of Ghost

"That arrogant servant is dead!"

Arrogant is the word that everyone thinks of Mo Li the most.

There has never been anyone like him. A small servant dares to speak so arrogantly. What if he really becomes the Son of God?

"See, one move determines the outcome!"

The disciples in the audience are confident that the bald monk who just went up is also a leader in the [Spiritual Sea Realm].

"One move? You are too timid... timid..."

Before the word "underestimate" fell, a sonic boom was heard. The bald man they bet on suddenly had a bloody hole in his chest at some point, and the whole person seemed to be motionless like a sculpture.

Suddenly, the audience was silent.

Because they found that the bald monk was pierced by a blazing glow before he even took a step, and just like that... died.

Mo Li seemed to be picking flowers from a leaf with ease. The spiritual fire on his fingertips steamed and fell on the corpse. The raging flames burned the remnants and turned them into white crystal ashes.

Then he walked leisurely to the ashes, picked up the crystal ashes obtained by the smelting of the fire, carefully, with a sacred awe of life in his eyes.

Huh...

A gust of wind blew, and in front of the densely packed Zixiao disciples, the ashes turned into powder and scattered in the air.

After doing all this, Mo Li still smiled.

"Okay, hurry up, the next one, I'm anxious to become the Son of God."

Mo Li's words awakened the stunned heart. When the white-robed disciple came back to his senses and looked at Mo Li, his eyes were more doubtful.

"If it doesn't work, you can all come together, I'm in a hurry!"

In an instant, the audience looked at each other.

"I'll meet you!"

After the words fell, a monk holding the Ruyi treasure came to fight, and its Ruyi red light bloomed, which seemed to hide great power.

"It's Senior Brother Feng. I heard that his strength has reached the [Divine Palace Realm] not long ago!"

"With Senior Brother Feng's qualifications, he will definitely be promoted to the inner sect after ten years of training!"

There was a lot of discussion below, and they believed that it must have been an accident just now.

He is just a menial disciple, how can he go to heaven?

However, accidents always catch people off guard.

Senior Brother Feng, who stepped onto the stage, turned into crystal dust and mist and floated in front of everyone in just three seconds.

It was so fast that he was gone while they were still discussing.

"Sorry, next one!"

Mo Li's fingertips were entangled with spiritual fire, and his playful face was reflected in the firelight. He seemed to be laughing, watching the confident and beautiful expressions of the audience gradually turn into panic and fear. He seemed to enjoy this vulgar and morbid feeling.

Seeing that no one answered, Mo Li once again gave psychological comfort.

He was afraid that no one would come on stage to fight, which would delay his time.

Therefore, he had to comfort the cowardly disciples.

So, Mo Li considerately blew out the spiritual fire on his fingertips that was burning the ashes, showed a smile that he thought was kind and amiable, and said:

"You ants, die quickly!"

Suddenly, the spiritual fire on his fingertips erupted, and the majestic runes burned the air, causing the void to distort faintly.

Arrogant, so arrogant!

Looking at Mo Li's face that deserved a beating, the disciples in the audience were so excited that they wanted to suppress him with their own hands and trample him hard under their feet!

For Tianjiao, the best psychological comfort and the best catalyst is that passion.

As long as the passion is ignited, anything stupid can be done.

Look, there are a few more young and energetic disciples clamoring to suppress Mo Li, stepping onto the battlefield, and then... quickly cremated, turning into ashes on the spot and raising the ashes.

On the road of funeral cremation, Mo Li went further and further, and the ashes were scattered more and more.

Until the ninth monk came on stage, things became slightly different.

Because this cultivator is a woman, a female cultivator.

Instantly, the smile on Mo Li's face became even brighter.

Great, the audience below the stage is tired of seeing the ashes being scattered all the time, just a change of taste, let's open everyone's eyes with a blood flower.

The stagnant disciples who were watching resumed their discussion after seeing this female disciple come on stage.

Mo Li's funeral service just now made their brains short-circuited. One went up, one died. One died, one was cremated, and one more ashes were added. They could only watch the dust fog gradually thicken in the air, which were all the ashes of their fellow disciples!

Now, the arrival of the female cultivator broke the surface, because this woman came from a big family, and her brother was an inner sect disciple, and had a high status in the inner sect.

There was a big gap in status between each class in Zixiao Holy Land. In the eyes of the inner sect's genius, the outer sect disciples were just ants on the ground, not worth worrying about.

"I heard that Junior Sister Ouyang has already stepped into the half-step [True Spirit Realm] and is already a candidate for the inner sect disciple. With the help of her brother, promotion is a foregone conclusion."

"If this errand boy knows what's good for him, he should give up. After all, if he provokes the senior brother of the inner sect, he will die without knowing how he died!"

At that time, Junior Sister Ouyang, who was a little pretty, took out a purple-red spirit whip. The spirit whip was soaked in the lining of a purple flame snake. The whip was woven from a unique long grass grown under the magma. The fire was burning and poisonous. If it was hit to the flesh and blood, it would fester.

With a snap, the fiery Junior Sister waved the purple flame whip, with a sharp and passionate look in her eyes.

"You will die today!" Junior Sister Ouyang shouted angrily.

Mo Li just smiled and ignored it, but admired it by herself, as if appreciating a good work of art. Although she was not as good as the princess who lost her country in the raging fire, nor as good as the stunning and beautiful daughter of heaven, but every blooming blood flower had its unique beauty!

This is also a unique understanding of Mo Li. If the blood flowers are too much, you will find that although there is innate differences, there is a different beauty of the acquired.

For example, when the hot sister in front of him, when Mo Li thought about the blooming blood flowers, his flower blooming may not be a desolate beauty, but a surging like a fire.

Master Ouyang frowned. She found that the miscellaneous service in front of her eyes was very wrong. Unlike the insignificant love of those brothers on weekdays, she was more appreciated. There was no touch of love in her eyes.

"Is Master Ouyang right?" Mo Li smiled like a flower and put away the surging flame.

Blood flower, be sure to play, this is tradition and respect.

"Optimistic, this punch will be dazzling!"

In this sentence, Mo Li said to many arrogant girls, but without exception, they died.

When he fell, Mo Li came behind the hot blood flowing like a ghost. The corner of his lips leaned against his sister's ears, spitting out the gentle consolation as gentleman:

"Rest assured, dizziness is normal, soon!"

When the pearls fell, the sister flew to the air. Under the sky and day, everyone looked up subconsciously and opened her mouth.

Then, what appeared in the sight was a golden golden fist, clearly through their dear sisters ...

Alas!

Blood flowers are like rain, blooming beautiful.

The air was silent a little, and it was sunny, but after this blood and rain, it was deadly silent.

"Still the last one!" Mo Li shouted.

But under the bottom of the cold cicada, none dared to come to power.

Mo Li couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows, as if he was wrong.

"Well, no way, no one wants to come up."

When the bloody boiling is always frozen, a blood rain is extinguished by their suppression.

"Forget it, I think you are eager to try, you come up!"

Mo Li randomly named a lucky man, where his fingers were given, and he paid attention.

Disciple named: "No, I'm not eager!"

He scolded his mother in his heart, where he saw him eager to try! He lowered his head throughout!

However, Mo Li's palm sucked, and the huge sucking followed him to force him to take the stage.

What is this? Domineering forced death?

The named Lucky I wanted to kneel and begged for mercy. After all, he didn't want to die. The cruelty of Mo Li was in his eyes.

But Mo Li is always so considerate, covering the mouth that wants to surrender, and at the same time hold up the knee that is about to kneel.

"There is gold under the knee ... it's not good to kneel."

His tone was still so gentle, but the flame in his hand was so turbulent.

"ah!"

With a scream, the challenge of promoting inner doors also foreshadowed the end.

Mo Li patted the corner of the ashes, and walked down [Martial Arts].

The promotion of the inner door requires the certification of the Holy Land, and then send the corresponding robes, resources, etc.

Therefore, if you want to challenge the inner disciples immediately, I am afraid that it will not work today, you need to wait until tomorrow.

Before leaving, Mo Li suddenly turned to the disciple of Zixiao who was confused and confused:

"Tomorrow, I will challenge the inner door. Interested teachers can go and go."