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"Who are you?"

The man in front of him had a very clear supreme power wrapped around his body. Although the energy and blood fluctuations in his body had been suppressed, he could still feel the vast divine energy like the stars in the universe.

There is no aloofness in his impression, but a different kind of purity. If I had to use one word to describe him, it would be an innocent heart, which makes it difficult for people to feel bad.

"Mo Lingshu." The man said with a smile, with kindness in his expression.

Upon hearing this name, Shi Lan immediately understood that she had seen this name among the jade tags of true disciples.

The chief true disciple of the generation, Mo Lingshu, became enlightened more than six thousand years ago, and his current cultivation level is unfathomable.

"Shi Lan has met Senior Brother Mo." Shi Lan stood up to greet him and had some thoughts in his mind. Mo Lingshu did not join Lingwu Hall on his own. His parents were high-level officials in Lingwu Hall. As talented people who had already become famous, in Before he became enlightened, he must have been to a foreign land of gods and martial arts. If she could get some useful information from him, her chance of survival would undoubtedly be greater.

Lingyun didn't tell her much about Shenwu Foreign Land, and the description of the scenes was extremely vague, which always made Shi Lan feel a little unsure.

"Junior sister, there is no need to be polite. Once you enter the Lingwu Hall, you are one family. If you have something you don't understand about your practice, you can ask me first. You don't have to waste the opportunity to ask the supreme giant to clarify your doubts." Mo Ling Shu smiled and nodded without any airs.

"Senior Brother Mo!"

Before Shi Lan could reply, a figure appeared not far away. He was in his early twenties, wearing a light blue second-generation true robe. He had a beautiful appearance and a petite figure.

When activities in Lingwu Cave, you must wear prescribed clothing to distinguish your identity. This is the express rule of Lingwu Hall.

"It turns out to be Junior Sister Li..." Mo Lingshu said with a smile. Before he could finish his words, several more greetings came from the distance. In an instant, he was surrounded by people. The exceptions are all stunning women with beautiful looks, and they are all second-generation true descendants.

"Senior Brother Mo, long time no see!"

"Senior Brother Mo, for a period of time recently, when I was practicing, I always felt that my energy and blood were stagnant and my blood flow was jerky. What's the reason?"

"Senior Brother Mo, according to your guidance last time, my Zhoutian Qi Entrainment Technique has broken through the eighth level, and I will be able to condense the field soon."

"Senior Brother Mo is here, but what are you looking for? I can do it for you!"

Seeing this scene, Shi Lan silently took two steps back, and suddenly felt that Mo Lingshu, who was surrounded by many female disciples, seemed to be enveloped in a dazzling holy light, making it difficult to look directly at him.

There are many figures watching in the distance, most of them are third-generation true disciples and ordinary disciples. Their identities are too different from Mo Lingshu's, and they don't have the courage to come forward and say hello.

Mo Lingshu's patience was obviously very good. He treated all the junior sisters equally and answered their questions step by step. He seemed to remember everyone's names and the exercises they practiced. The opinions he gave were often to the point, clearing the air and clearing the air. A sudden enlightenment.

Seeing that there were more and more disciples, Mo Lingshu simply stepped onto the top of the pavilion and started a sermon, using the sound of the Tao to baptize the spirit and spirit of many Lingwu Hall disciples.

The Supreme Sermon is nothing more than an opportunity for ordinary monks, especially talented people like Mo Lingshu, who often have unique insights into the practice of Taoism.

The surroundings of the pavilion were quickly filled with people, and it was suffocating. On the horizon in the distance, there were also many figures, including many deacons and elders.

With this opening, in the past four days and nights, many strange scenes appeared in the world due to Mo Lingshu's preaching. Auspicious energy descended from the sky, spiritual energy surged into the sea, and a soft light shrouded his side. He was already unparalleled in his handsomeness. His face seemed to be coated with a layer of divine brilliance, like an transcendent and peerless immortal, elusive and elusive.

His physique seems to be somewhat mysterious, able to resonate with heaven and earth, and use the vitality between heaven and earth to help many disciples wash away their bones and bodies and temper their bodies to become more powerful.

Even Shi Lan has benefited a lot from this sermon, and her field has become much purer, which is quite rare for her rich background. At least it saves several years of hard work.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Mo."

After the sermon ended, many disciples and elders bowed together and saluted. The waves of sound soared into the sky and shook Qingming. This kind of honor was unparalleled in the Lingwu Hall.

"The road to martial arts is difficult, and I share my support with you all." Mo Lingshu accepted the gift with a smile, and his demeanor was generous and aloof.

From what Shi Lan had seen, apart from a few seniors, Mo Lingshu should be one of the best. No matter in terms of talent or demeanor, no one among his peers could match him.

Soon, the people around the pavilion gradually dispersed. After a sermon, most people were satisfied. However, Mo Lingshu was still surrounded by three or five women, who were reluctant to leave, obviously hugging him. With other thoughts.

In this regard, Mo Lingshu seemed a little helpless and was helpless to deal with the noisy junior sisters beside him.

"What's the point of making noise?"

There was a low scolding from the side. Not long after, another figure appeared on the top of the pavilion, leaning against the painting wall. He was about twenty-three or four years old. He was tall and tall, just a hair lower than Shi Lan. He was outlined in a military robe. She has an exquisite figure, with straight and slender legs, and picturesque eyebrows. At this moment, her face is covered with a layer of frost:

"Is this important place of scripture collection just for you to have fun with?"

"Senior Sister Zhao."

Several female disciples lowered their heads one after another, not daring to offend in the slightest, and then dispersed after saluting.

"Thank you, Junior Sister Zhao, for rescuing the siege..." Mo Lingshu breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted rudely:

"Senior Brother Mo, by acting like this, you are giving them unrealistic expectations."

"The cruelest thing in the world is killing with a blunt knife. As the Chief True Heir, you should set an example and blindly accept the overtures of these junior sisters and cannot bear to refuse. In the end, it will only make them sink deeper and deeper, and waste others."

After teaching Mo Lingshu a lesson, she glanced at Shi Lan not far away, nodded slightly, and looked much kinder:

"My name is Zhao Xuechi, and I got started earlier than you."

"Senior Sister Zhao." Shi Lan bowed in greeting, and then reported her name. Because of Zhao Xueci's words, she couldn't help but have some good feelings in her heart. Although she seemed to have a bad temper, this Senior Sister Zhao was undoubtedly a good person. A kind-hearted person.

"It's usually fine. Stay away from him, otherwise you might get into trouble."

Zhao Xuici glanced at Mo Lingshu, who had an embarrassed look on his face, reminded Shi Lan, and then walked straight into the depths of the pavilion, coming and going like a breeze.

"Then Junior Sister Shi, I'll take the first step."

Perhaps because of what Zhao Xuexi said just now, Mo Lingshu was embarrassed to stay any longer and said goodbye.

"Senior Brother Mo, stay."

Shi Lan called out to Mo Lingshu and said solemnly:

"I have something to ask you."

Mo Lingshu stopped for a moment, looked confused for a moment, and then stopped.

"Junior sister, it doesn't matter if you say so."

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Lingyang Realm, Zhongtian Realm, Imperial Palace.

"Another imperial mausoleum has appeared from the boundless sea. It is the burial place of a demon emperor. According to the distribution map of the ancient Lingyang, the area called 'Leizhou' once belonged to the demigods."

Liu Yunzheng, dressed in green clothes, slowly put down the secret letter in his hand, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

During this period, the two demon clans have successively had imperial tombs appear in the world. The younger generation has benefited a lot and their cultivation has improved greatly. Within the demon clan, there have also been several successors to the bloodline of the demon emperor. A monster with shocking talent.

After ancient times, except for a small part of the human race's emperors, most of them were buried in the annals of human race. They used their remaining emperor bodies to share part of the pressure for the annals of human race and suppressed many ancient gods and demons, just like the Guiyun Sword Emperor. That kind of thing is very rare.

"It's almost time..."

Taishi looked at the rising sun in the distance, with a calm expression on his face:

"Yun Zheng, there are still less than a hundred years before the sudden change in the world of Lingyang. If the situation is unstoppable, there is no need to force it. Just leave a fire for the Lingyang human race. There are human beings with the history of the world. Even in the big world, they can still Create a pure land."

"Emperor, what are you going to do?" Liu Yunzheng felt a little cold in his heart. These words, which seemed to be explaining the aftermath, gave him some bad premonitions.

"Tomorrow, I will send Ling Chu into the Imperial Realm."

Taishi turned around and walked into the depths of the palace. As he walked, all the twilight faded away, his back straightened, and his breath became stronger and stronger.

He seemed to have traveled through time and returned to the time when he was at his peak. His hair, which was originally half white, was as black as ink. He looked like he was in his early twenties, and his eyes were burning with golden flames, as bright as the fire of stars.