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

When Wang Mu heard the three words "Blood God Sect", his pupils suddenly froze and his face showed fear.

The Blood God Cult is the public enemy of the entire universe. He didn't expect that he would actually meet a strong man from the Blood God Cult today.

Seeing Wang Mu's expression, the man waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, kid. I won't do anything to you."

"I have a way to make you stronger quickly. In two or three years at most, I can help you break through to the Heavenly Venerable Realm and even surpass Yan Shaofeng and Ye Wushuang."

"And you can rest assured that the improvement of your cultivation will not have any impact on your foundation."

Wang Mu's pupils condensed slightly and he fell into deep thought. To be honest, he was moved.

Seeing Wang Mu hesitating, the man walked up to Wang Mu and continued with a smile:

"What? Are you willing to let Yan Shaofeng keep stepping on your head?"

"I heard that you were originally the most likely candidate to become the Holy Son of the Formation Saint Land, but now it seems that the position of Holy Son has nothing to do with you."

Wang Mu's face was gloomy and his fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound.

Then he suddenly raised his head and stared at the man in front of him, asking:

"Senior, you have a way to improve my cultivation, so what do you want me to do?"

“There is no such thing as a free lunch.”

The man nodded and smiled, "Indeed, I can help you improve your cultivation, and even the Blood God Cult can directly get rid of Yan Shaofeng for you."

"As a condition, I want you to join my Blood God Cult. How about that?"

"What?" Wang Mu was stunned and became even more hesitant.

He didn't expect that the other party's condition was to ask him to join the Blood God Cult.

The man nodded: "That's right, as long as you join my Blood God Cult, I will train you vigorously in secret."

"Because your talent is no worse than Yan Shaofeng and Ye Wushuang."

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't bother doing this."

"Secondly, I want to use you to place people from the Blood God Cult in the Holy Land of Formation Dao. What do you think?"

"If you disagree, then I will leave and you can just pretend you have never met me."

Wang Mu took a deep breath, recalling the faces of Chu Luo and Ye Wushuang. His desire to become stronger reached its peak. He suddenly raised his head, looked at the man, and nodded:

"Okay, I promise."

The man smiled and nodded, then pointed his finger and a stream of light shot into Wang Mu's mind.

A technique and a restriction suddenly appeared in Wang Mu's mind.

The man then handed Wang Mu a storage ring.

Wang Mu's divine consciousness surged out, sensing the things in the ring. His pupils contracted sharply and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The man smiled, turned around and said:

"With your current strength, you are no match for Yan Shaofeng. You should lie low and practice hard first."

"With your talent, plus the skills and resources I have given you, you will be able to break through to the Heavenly Venerable level in one year at most, and you will definitely surpass Yan Shaofeng in two years."

"If you want to get rid of Yan Shaofeng in advance, you can ask for it."

"My Blood God Cult has its own way."

There was a cold light flashing in Wang Mu's eyes, and he shook his head and said, "I will destroy him myself."

The man nodded, took a step forward, and disappeared...

"Yan Shaofeng, you wait..."

Wang Mu looked at the ring in his hand and smiled coldly, then pretended nothing had happened and returned to the Holy Land of Formation Dao...

......

In a huge world.

The sun is not visible above the sky, but it is filled with golden auspicious clouds.

Auspicious clouds emitting a faint golden light illuminate the entire world, and the space between heaven and earth is filled with a rich fire element.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is also exceptionally hot.

Under the sky filled with auspicious clouds, huge floating islands stand in the air.

On the floating islands are located large rivers and huge and magnificent palaces rise from the ground and are built against the mountains.

Countless figures flying in the sky shuttled back and forth between the floating islands.

This is the Holy Land of Weapons, one of the three holy places among the overlord forces.

Inside a huge hall.

A man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was slightly fat, sat on a throne burning with faint flames.

This slightly plump man did not have any aura fluctuations and had a sad look on his face.

This man is the Holy Lord of the Holy Land of Weapons, Bei Yan.

And below Bei Yan, stood several core elders.

The aura emanating from these elders was extremely powerful. Even the space around them was wrinkled, as if it could not withstand the aura emanating from these elders.

Not long ago, the Holy Land of Weapons also received rumors from the outside world and learned that a top-notch genius named Yan Shaofeng was born in the Holy Land of Formations.

This boy defeated Ye Wushuang of the Wuling Taoist sect with just one formation.

"Elders, what do you think we should do now?"

"It's fine that a Jiang Yun appeared in the Holy Land of Alchemy, but now even the Holy Land of Array has a Yan Shaofeng."

"The younger generations of these two holy places have already surpassed our Holy Land of Weapon Dao."

Beiyan Saint Lord had a worried look on his face and spoke helplessly.

The elders below looked at each other, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Originally, the strength of the younger generation of disciples among the three holy places was well balanced.

It has only been a short time since Jiang Yun appeared in the Holy Land of Alchemy, and the two major holy lands have surpassed their Holy Land of Weapon.

If they don't have another evildoer, the younger generation of their Holy Land of Weapons will not be able to hold their heads up when they meet the disciples from the other two holy lands in the future.

"Holy Lord, Jiang Yun from the Alchemy Holy Land, and the Yan Shaofeng who has appeared now, must be the evildoers that these two holy lands have secretly cultivated long ago."

“These two holy places have only now made them public.”

A core elder below couldn't help but speak.

The Northern Flame Saint also had a bitter look on his face and cursed:

"Yes, Gan Zhen and Xuan Luotian, those two old beasts, are so scheming."

"I, the Holy Land of the Dao of Weapons, was careless!"

"If I had known this earlier, my Holy Land of Weapon Dao should have secretly cultivated a demon."

"I am also convinced. What on earth are you core elders doing every day?"

"None of the disciples we trained are actually good enough."

Faced with the hot-tempered Saint Lord Beiyan, all the core elders present were speechless.

The core elder who had just spoken looked at Saint Lord Beiyan with resentment and complained leisurely:

"Master Saint, it seems that the disciples you trained are not very good."

"Moreover, you have been acting like a hands-off boss every day. You are either in seclusion or on your way to seclusion. We have to deal with the affairs of the Holy Land every day. We are simply too busy to handle them, let alone teach the disciples."

"However, many inner sect elders and deacons help other forces to refine spiritual weapons every day. How can they have so much time?"

"Besides, the ancestors of our holy land don't care about worldly affairs..."

"How dare you tell me to wait?"

"That's right..."

"The elder's words make sense..."

Several core elders behind him nodded in agreement, looking at the Holy Lord Beiyan with eyes full of resentment.

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