The Lord of Ghost

[Purple Sky Holy Land].

Since it is a holy land, there must be saints.

When saints live in the town, there will be eternal peace.

Mo Li stood at the foot of the mountain of [Purple Sky Holy Land], looking up at the nurturing land of Lingxiu Zhongtian, and the undulating mountains, like a hidden dragon, with a great sign of rising.

The spiritual energy of the East Wasteland is exhausted, and the forces occupying the land will intensify the plunder of spiritual energy, thus causing a worse situation in this regard.

Therefore, it is difficult for the casual cultivators in the East Wasteland to be outstanding, and most of them are geniuses of the sects.

Of course, the holy land forces will not exclude casual cultivators who have come out of the difficult environment. These people are tenacious to a certain extent, and they are likely to become the backbone in the future.

"This is [Purple Sky Holy Land]! Who are you?"

At the foot of the mountain of the secluded ancient path, the Purple Sky disciples wearing silk white robes shouted.

Unlike the various peaks and sects of [Xuanyang Holy Land], the levels of disciples of [Purple Sky Holy Land] are divided according to the color of their clothes.

Gray, white, blue, and purple represent menial disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, and core disciples, respectively.

As for the higher levels, such as direct disciples, such as the sons and daughters of saints, there is no need to be bound by these rules and regulations.

The pyramid-like division of strength makes the overall competition in Zixiao Holy Land particularly fierce. Everyone is trying hard to climb up and pursue the distant road to the emperor.

Looking at the mountaintop cave created by the gods, the spiritual energy on the top of the mountain condenses into mist to lock the mountain, there are hanging springs and waterfalls flowing, rare animals, great medicines are full of divine light, and the territory and mountains seem endless... This is the foundation of the holy land.

Mo Li smiled coldly, and his ghostly smile was like a secluded orchid in the mist, responding to the question just now:

"My name is: Gui. Just a casual cultivator."

"Ghost?" The gatekeeper frowned, and this name gave him an inexplicable arrogance.

Because it is a single-word name, only those who are all-powerful in history use it, and ordinary creatures are unwilling to touch it.

"Change your name, this one doesn't sound good."

Suddenly, the two men persuaded Mo Li.

It's a pity that they hadn't heard of the deeds of the Tianyu Dynasty. After all, the two places are far apart, and it takes time to spread.

Mo Li smiled and ignored the persuasion: "Excuse me, how can I join the [Purple Sky Holy Land]?"

"You? Want to join the Holy Land?" The two couldn't help but look at Mo Li, with a condescending look.

"Yes."

"The Holy Land is not something that any scoundrel can join, and Tianjiao is just a stepping stone..."

The two seemed to want to show the authority of [Purple Sky Holy Land] and intimidate Mo Li.

Unfortunately, Mo Li interrupted directly, he was not here to listen to this nonsense:

"So, you are also Tianjiao?"

"Of course! It won't be long before I will be promoted to an inner disciple!"

One of them said proudly.

"Oh! Hello, Tianjiao."

Mo Li looked surprised, and instantly drew out the ghost knife, blood splattered, and his head moved neatly.

"Goodbye, Tianjiao."

Mo Li attacked like a chicken, and the two had no room to resist.

To be honest, Mo Li originally planned to ask for directions in a nice voice, but there was always someone chattering. In order not to waste everyone's precious time, Mo Li chose to shut him up permanently.

"Hello, another Tianjiao."

"Excuse me, how can a casual cultivator join the Holy Land?"

Blue robe disciple: "I...you...you..." His eyes switched back and forth between the beheading blade and the rolling heads, his face full of disbelief.

After all, for most sect disciples, many are flowers in a greenhouse. The most passionate thing is nothing more than fighting for the Holy Son, and there are few life and death battles in the Holy Land.

But Mo Li is completely different from them. This guy is really living on the blade. When they were still playing in the mud, Mo Li had already walked a long way.

"It's okay, think slowly, talk slowly. Don't be afraid, take a deep breath, dizziness is a normal phenomenon."

Mo Li put away his coldness, and his voice was rarely gentle, just like a gentle gentleman.

"Well, you can't think of it, right? You're a little shy!"

The blue-robed disciple looked at the ferocious ghost knife close to his neck, and felt that his head was suffocating, and his face was pale.

"Well, I'll do it myself."

Swish...

There is no doubt that the head fell to the ground, clean and neat.

"It should be almost done."

Mo Li sheathed the knife and yawned.

There are many ways to join the [Purple Sky Holy Land], recruit new disciples, and recommend elders... However, Mo Li chose the most direct and brutal method:

Go to the door.

Look, there are several lights and shadows on the top of the mountain, and they are burning with anger.

The outer disciples guarding the holy land were killed in front of them. Isn't this pulling down the face of the holy land and stepping on it hard!

After several lights and shadows, a large number of monks followed.

It has been many years since I saw such an arrogant invader!

They want to see which blind guy is anxious to die!