At the beginning, the Great Master asked me to compete for the Sequence Disciple

"Shao Feng, what are you thinking about? You look so downcast."

"Aren't you happy to follow the ancestor to practice?"

The Saint Lord of the Gan Zhen and several core elders came over and saw Chu Luo with a gloomy face, and couldn't help but joked.

Chu Luo reacted and said with a wry smile:

"ah?!"

"How could that be? I am just too happy. I am so happy that I want to scream."

"Hahaha, you did a good job today, kid. From now on, you will be the Holy Son of my Formation Holy Land."

"Start practicing with the ancestor tomorrow, and strive to improve your cultivation. It would be best if you can also break through to the divine level in formation."

"One year later, you will follow me to visit the Holy Land of Alchemy."

"Let Xuan Luotian see what a true genius is!"

The Saint Lord of Gan Zhen laughed loudly, walked forward and patted Chu Luo on the shoulder, extremely happy.

Chu Luo was stunned, as if he had thought of something, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, Holy Lord, please rest assured, I will definitely fight for our Holy Land when the time comes."

“Hahaha, good good good!”

"Remember to come to the main hall tomorrow, and I will personally take you into the ancestral land."

After saying this, the Saint Lord of the Gan Zhen turned around and left.

The elder Zhen Xin at the side had a sad face and said to the back of the Saint Master:

"Holy Lord, that is my disciple..."

However, the Saint Lord of the Gan Formation ignored the Elder Zhenxin and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Several core elders all smiled at Elder Zhenxin with a gloating look on their faces:

"Hahahaha... Old ghost Zhenxin, what do you mean by your disciple? This is our Holy Son!"

"Yes, yes, I feel comfortable now..."

"......"

"You...you old bastards, you are going too far!"

Elder Zhenxin also lost his defense on the spot and started cursing at these core elders.

"Hahaha......"

Several core elders laughed loudly, and left happily, arm in arm.

Elder Miezhen patted Elder Zhenxin on the shoulder and consoled him:

"Zhen Xin, old ghost, what are you angry about?"

"Master, don't worry. You will always be my master. I am not that kind of person."

"Hahaha, good boy, it is my luck to have you as my disciple."

Chu Luo's words touched Elder Zhen Xin's heart.

Chu Luo smiled, as if he remembered something, and asked:

"By the way, Master, I want to ask you about someone. Do you know him?"

Elder Zhenxin nodded and said, "Disciple, who are you looking for?"

Chu Luo remembered the sloppy old man who had kicked his butt before, gritted his teeth in anger, and asked:

"Master, I wonder if you have ever heard of a man called Tiandu?"

"Tiandu?"

Elder Zhenxin and Elder Miezhen next to him looked at each other, and both fell into deep thought.

They had never heard of Tiandu.

However, the homonym of these two words reminded them of a taboo.

That is the Forbidden Sect’s Tiandu Patriarch.

Not only Tiandu, but also other ancestors of the Forbidden Sect are taboo existences in the heavens and all worlds, and even their names cannot be mentioned.

Except for the old monsters from the giant forces, anyone who mentions the names of these taboos is likely to attract the attention of the Taboo Sect.

It would be fine if there was no ill will towards the Forbidden Sect, but if there was any ill will towards the Forbidden Sect, even the ancient giant forces would not be able to withstand the malice from the Forbidden Sect.

Elder Zhenxin frowned and asked:

"Disciple, I have never heard of this person."

The elder who was destroying the formation beside him also shook his head and said:

"I have never heard of this person either."

Elder Zhen Xin asked Chu Luo: "Disciple, why are you asking about this person?"

Seeing that neither of them knew who this Tian Du was, Chu Luo sighed.

Then he angrily explained to the two of them, telling them in detail how Tiandu had kicked him before.

After listening to Chu Luo's explanation, the two core elders nodded suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the Tiandu that Shao Feng mentioned is not the forbidden existence, so they feel relieved.

Elder Zhenxin came back to his senses and said:

"Don't worry, disciple. I will send someone to inquire about this person later. Once there is any news, I will inform you."

"Thank you, Master!"

Chu Luo thanked the two of them, then followed Elder Zhen Xin back to the mountain where he was.

The many disciples and inner sect elders present also left one after another.

The news that Chu Luo became the Holy Son of the Holy Land of Formation Dao quickly spread throughout the entire Formation Dao Heaven Realm.

And his battle with Ye Wushuang of the Wuling Sect spread throughout the heavens and the world like a hurricane.

Many forces were shocked when they learned that a top-notch demon was born in the Holy Land of Formation.

Especially when everyone learned that even Ye Wushuang of the Wuling Taoist sect had been defeated by him, the three names Yan Shaofeng became known to everyone.

In a dense forest outside the formation world.

boom--

A figure broke a towering tree in front of him with one punch.

This figure was none other than Wang Mu, the direct disciple of the Holy Land of Formation.

At this moment, Wang Mu was filled with anger, and his face was full of unwillingness.

Ever since they learned that Ye Wushuang was defeated by Chu Luo, and Chu Luo became the Holy Son of their Formation Holy Land.

Wang Mu sneaked out alone to vent his dissatisfaction and unwillingness.

"hateful!"

"Ye Wushuang, Yan Shaofeng, just wait, I, Wang Mu, will trample you all under my feet one day."

"Yesterday's shame will be returned a hundredfold!"

While venting his anger, Wang Mu punched the surrounding trees, and big trees fell down one after another.

"Haha, kid, it seems you are eager to become stronger."

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded in the dense forest.

Wang Mu was startled, stopped, and looked around quickly, his mind surging, and he said alertly:

"who?!"

According to his divine sense, there was no one else around except him.

Buzz......

At this time, an invisible wave came from in front of Wang Mu.

A space crack quietly opened.

A man in a blood-stained robe walked out from the space crack.

Wang Mu's pupils suddenly shrank. The invisible sense of oppression released by the man in the blood-stained robe was even stronger than that of his master!

It is obvious that this person's cultivation is even higher than that of his master.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Wang Mu clasped his fists and asked, "May I ask who you are, senior?"

"I am Wang Mu, a disciple of the Holy Land of Formation Dao."

The man smiled faintly, looking at the king's tomb in front of him, with a faint flash of blood in his eyes, and said with a smile:

"Blood God Cult."

"What?!"

"Blood God Cult!"

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