The Lord of Ghost

In the secret realm of the Immortal Realm.

While all the Tianjiao were fighting for the chance to become an immortal, Mo Li was still repairing his broken body.

He swallowed and exhaled the remaining Dao Laws, the Dao Runes of the Dao shone brightly in his flesh and blood, and his breath occasionally gushed out purple-gold lightning.

"Almost done."

Suddenly, Mo Li opened his eyes, and golden divine light burst out from his pupils, burning like the sun.

It has taken too much time to repair his broken body. With the opening of the last life, countless hidden immortal treasures will gush out, and he must be among this grand event.

Wearing the fox mask taken from the ancient city festival, he changed his appearance with the art of rebirth. At this moment, who still knows that he is Mo Li?

The Land of the Beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.

This is a long and ancient stone road, and each stone slab is flowing with the Dao Laws of the Immortal Rhyme, and wisps of chaotic energy are mixed in it. The road seems to have no end, extending upwards all the time, leading to an unknown land.

Mo Li walked on the stone road, and there were waves of pressure. The higher he went, the greater the pressure.

On the way, Mo Li saw tens of thousands of creatures stopped here. This invisible pressure was like a mountain, blocking the monks who were climbing up.

Many people sat on the stone slabs and lamented that the immortal fate was right in front of them, but they could not touch it.

Some people wanted to climb up to the end of the stone road with their flesh and blood squeezed and deformed by the pressure. There was the real secret realm, and the stone road was just a test for the creatures.

For ten generations, the mysterious and ancient stone road has always been the first hurdle for creatures to enter the secret realm, at least for creatures with insufficient foundation.

If the foundation is insufficient, it is not enough to participate in the stage of the real Tianjiao carnival, and can only be blocked outside the stone road and struggle.

"I am not willing! It's just one step away!"

"The immortal fate is so close, why!"

Tens of thousands of monks wailed, they were unwilling to leave.

Soon, Mo Li crossed thousands of stone slabs and reached the end.

He counted them deliberately, about 2,999 stone steps, if he counted correctly.

Standing at the end of the stone slabs similar to the earth slope, looking back, the long stone slabs were all flashing with obscure green light, chaotic air lingering, and the breath of the avenue was strong.

At the end of the road, there was a colorful world.

He wanted to use his spiritual sense to explore the scene inside, but was bounced back by the invisible force, and could only see the blurry scene with his naked eyes.

"Many dream bubbles, each bubble is a small world." After Mo Li figured out what it was, he didn't rush to touch the colorful bubbles.

Although the large army had already entered the bubble to compete for the opportunity, he decided to go back.

"Hey, why did that person go back?"

The cultivator who was stopped halfway was surprised to see that Mo Li did not enter the dream bubble to compete for the opportunity, but went back instead.

Is he stupid? They want to go up but can't.

"What is that guy doing?"

They found that Mo Li was walking in a strange pace, and his footsteps on the stone road made a crisp sound.

"He was lying on the ground, no, he was listening with his ears, he was actually... digging the stone slabs?" A group of people were stunned.

"Does he think these stone slabs are the treasures of immortal fate? Or is there a treasure buried under the stone slabs?"

"Hahaha, it's really another weirdo!"

Mo Li's behavior attracted a group of ridicules, and some people in the outside world paid attention to him.

"Another stupid guy." A famous person sighed.

For ten generations, almost every era when the secret realm was opened had people willing to spend a lot of time on the stone slabs, trying to comprehend the laws of the avenue on it.

But without exception, they not only gained nothing, but also missed the best time. When they turned back to enter the colorful world to compete for opportunities, they had already missed everything.

The stone slabs were misty, and each stone slab seemed to carry a road, and the end of the three thousand roads was the end.

But Mo Li was sure that he had not counted wrongly, and there was one less stone slab out of the three thousand.

He wondered if some foolish fellow had really dug away the stone slab road?

Otherwise, it would be very wrong if one piece was missing.

He leaned down, knocked on the stone slab with his hand, and put his ear close to listen to the echo of the avenue.

"Very strange." Mo Li muttered to himself.

These stone slabs not only contain the texture of the avenue, but also produce echoes that sound like some kind of immortal sound. He could sense that his hidden injuries were recovering in the echo.

In other words, even if you sit on the stone slab road, the higher you are, the better the benefits you will get.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it."

The reason for studying the stone slab road is just pure curiosity.

Looking at the tens of thousands of cultivators below, some of them are tempering their flesh and blood bodies with the pressure of the stone slab road, and their whole bodies are shining brightly, while others are bored and study the stone slabs under their feet.

"Yes, I must be more than the only one who noticed the stone slab road after the tenth life was opened." Mo Li chuckled and gave up the unrealistic idea of ​​digging away the weird stone slab road.

He stepped down slowly, and every time he stepped on a stone step, the sound of immortals echoed.

Now, the real geniuses have entered the colorful world to compete for the opportunity of secret treasures.

Those who stayed here were all eliminated weaklings.

No one knew what Mo Li wanted to do.

He walked to a staircase and came to the side of a cultivator.

"Hello, fellow Taoist."

The man raised his head in confusion. Mo Li was wearing a fox mask, and his spirit and aura were strange. He didn't recognize him at all.

"Do we know each other?"

"Maybe, but that's not important. I just want to say~"

The corners of Mo Li's mouth behind the mask were lightly outlined:

"Fellow Daoist, please go to die!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword flew away, and the man's head fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned, and they didn't understand what was going on.

Xuanyang Holy Land was also confused, because the person who died was their disciple!