The Lord of Ghost

No one has ever thought that someone would kill someone on the stone road.

At least for ten generations, it has rarely been done.

Because it is not worth it. The three thousand stone roads are just the door to the fragments of the fairyland secret realm. The real fight and the real struggle are in the colorful world.

Mo Li seemed to break this subconscious rule. He raised his sword and burned the opponent to ashes. He only took the ashes and put them into the jar.

The action was done in one go, clean and neat, and the corners of the mouths of the monks around twitched.

What is the other party doing?

Killing and burying? One-stop service?

After putting the ashes, Mo Li put away the gray jar and smiled kindly:

"I'm sorry for letting everyone see the bloody scene. In fact, I am a gentle and kind person."

"Maybe everyone will be curious about why I killed him. Deep hatred? Revenge for stealing my wife?"

"No, no, no, what's the reason~"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Li's figure disappeared again.

Swish!

White light flashed, the sharp blade was unsheathed, and it went straight for the head.

Ding.

There was a crisp sound of collision, and looking sideways, Mo Li was fighting with someone.

The other party held a large black umbrella, and the umbrella was painted with brilliant and vast mountains and rivers. The ink color seemed to flow, mysterious.

"Who are you! Why did you attack!"

Mo Li did not answer him, but ignited his spiritual power. The surging sea of ​​qi was like the sun burning, condensing a round of sword shadows in the void.

"Your spiritual treasure is interesting, but how much strength can it exert now?"

The monks stranded on the stone road were all under great pressure, and this pressure could ignore the protection of the spiritual treasure.

Swish!

The sword shadows gushed out, attacking like raindrops.

The opponent gritted his teeth, resisting the huge pressure of the stone slab while urging the secret treasure, the umbrella surface rotated, the mountains and rivers flowed, resisting the fierce attack.

He didn't know why the other party wanted to do it, and even gave up the precious time to enter the colorful world to fight for the fate of the sky, and wanted to commit a crime here.

Puff, while he was stunned, Mo Li's sword passed through his back, extinguishing his life.

In front, Mo Li pinched his fingers with one hand, dispelled the sword shadows in the sky, and picked up the other party's red umbrella with one step and one moment as if strolling.

"Not bad, this treasure." He put it in his palm and observed it carefully.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Killing two people unscrupulously, isn't the other party afraid of being hunted down by the sect after going out?

Mo Li smiled humbly: "Isn't it obvious? I am slaughtering my enemies!"

"In fact, you don't have to be so nervous. The only people I target are: disciples of Xuanyang Holy Land!"

Suddenly, Mo Li raised his head, and behind the fox mask was a scarlet eye:

"I know you can see it."

In the outside world, the flowers of the immortal path are in full bloom, and the dazzling divine light ignites the spiritual power, spreading a halo, enough to peek into the scene in the secret realm.

The elders of Xuanyang Holy Land looked at the strange man on the stone road, with a frown on their faces, gloomy as clouds.

"But this is just the beginning!"

"I will not let any of the disciples of Xuanyang Holy Land who enter the secret realm go!"

Mo Li is very vindictive.

No, this is just normal humanistic care, a normal test for his junior brother!

"Watch out, elders and peak masters of Xuanyang Holy Land!"

"I will not let you go easily just because your disciples are weak!"

As he spoke, Mo Li's sword shadow roamed. On this stone road, he was the only true god, and the others were all chickens and dogs!

"Quick! Stop him!"

The disciples of Xuanyang Holy Land were going crazy!

The other party picked them out and killed them!

The pressure of the stone road was huge, and there were people who hunted them!

In just half an incense stick of time, the other party hunted dozens of fellow brothers.

Originally the last combat force of the Holy Land, it was very distressing that he could not enter the colorful world to look for opportunities. Now he is even more troubled. What should he do?

"Wait! Brother Dao, let's talk! I am willing to leave Xuanyang Holy Land! From now on, I will have nothing to do with Xuanyang Holy Land!"

Seeing that Mo Li was so bloodthirsty that he could not resist at all, some people immediately admitted their defeat.

"Oh, really?" Mo Li's sword stopped at a millimeter of distance from his forehead.

Seeing that it worked, the man hurriedly said: "I can swear on the Great Dao!"

"Swear on the Great Dao?" Mo Li smiled: "No, no, no, I don't need your oath, after all, I am a very considerate person."

"But... I just want you to do a small thing, and you can avoid disaster."

"What is it? You tell me, I will do it."

Compared to death, I am willing to be a cow or a horse.

"Life for life!" Mo Li smiled: "The meaning is very simple. Kill the other people from Xuanyang Holy Land and your life can be saved."

"But..."

After killing a fellow disciple from Xuanyang Holy Land, he will inevitably be hunted down after leaving the secret realm.

Just when the other party hesitated, Mo Li cut off his head without hesitation and crushed it with one foot.

"Sorry, I can't stand hesitation."

After saying that, Mo Li's figure disappeared, and only the sword shadows kept falling.

On this stone road, after the real geniuses were screened out, the ones left were all simple weaklings, some of whom were even just [Flesh Realm], tempering their flesh and blood on the stone road.

In the outside world, the people of Xuanyang Holy Land looked like their relatives had died, and there was no glory on their faces.

"No way, why are all the people from Xuanyang Holy Land dead?"

The old rival [Dayan Holy Land] sneered at the side.

They were happy to see Xuanyang Holy Land suffer a setback.

The story of someone picking on the weak on the stone road is also slowly spreading.

Many sects came to "show concern" and show great care.

"Your Xuanyang Holy Land will not send all the lower-level disciples into the secret realm, right?" A noble lady sitting in a luxurious carriage smiled.

Xuanyang Holy Land said nothing, and her expression was as pale as if a relative had died.

"Oh, guessed it right!"

After learning that the secret realm was opened, Xuanyang Holy Land did send people to participate, but the first batch was only the elite geniuses of Qin Yang and others.

But after knowing that it was a fragment of the secret realm of the fairyland, Xuanyang Holy Land could not sit still!

In addition, the secret realm was delayed from the expected opening time, so they sent the second batch of people.

A holy land, hundreds of thousands of cultivators, it can be said that under the [Hedao Realm], tens of thousands of people with the bone age that meet the requirements have all come!

Although the number is not worth mentioning compared to the millions of cultivators who entered the secret realm, if they only picked the foundation disciples of a sect to kill, the number of tens of thousands is still terrifying.

Seeing that their younger disciples were about to be slaughtered, the elders of Xuanyang Holy Land were completely panicked.

"Is there any way? Or use secret methods to send the Holy Land Tianjiao who entered the colorful world out to hunt!"

The foundation of their own family is almost gone, tens of thousands of people!

Because of one person, their own holy land was directly cracked and broken! That would be terrible!

"Oh, don't worry!"

"Can I tell you quietly that the outside world cannot transmit information to enter? Now that the secret realm is closed, life and death are determined by God's will." A palace master of a major sect covered his mouth and chuckled, watching the excitement without minding the big deal.

The secret realm has been opened for ten generations. What have they not seen? There are also those who are desperate to jump over the wall and slaughter weak disciples.

So those sects have gained experience, and most of those who enter the secret realm are Tianjiao. It is useless for those who can't step on the stone road to enter.

It's a pity that the Xuanyang Holy Land seems to be participating in the competition for the first time.

Donghuang, a barren land, is understandable with little knowledge.

It's just tragic that the foundation disciples were slaughtered.

"Really cruel." Someone frowned and commented on Mo Li.

"It's like cutting cabbage, one sword kills one person."

"Hey, what is that person doing?"

Unconsciously, the story of Mo Li hunting the seed disciples of the holy land on the stone road spread rapidly in the outside world.

Under the projection of brilliant light and shadow, many people from various forces began to notice Mo Li.

"What's in the jar in his hand?"

The monk who just noticed Mo Li was puzzled.

"Oh, a jar, it's for ashes."

"What?!!"

Many people were stunned when this was said.

Is this a special niche hobby?

However, there are also ancient sect celebrities who stroked their beards and still like Mo Li: "Yes, this kid suits my taste and has the style of my old age. Since the hatred cannot be resolved, it is better to do a ruthless trick."

Thinking back to the past, he also had enemies all over the world, and he did not hold back on any enemy, no matter how old or young.

"It's just that the boy's hobby is a bit... perverted."

The woman was beaten into a bloody mess, exploding in all directions.

The man cremated the body.

Mo Li held a gray earthen jar, which was filled with ashes! A full jar of ashes!

Starting from the bottom of the three thousand stone slabs, he sprinkled them all the way up, determined to make the road he walked on be stained with ashes!

The perverts outside frowned when they saw it!

This weird hobby is too perverted.