The Lord of Ghost

After scattering the ashes on this stone road, Mo Li broke into another stone road again.

Yes, there is more than one stone road leading to the colorful world. Each of them has the younger disciples of Xuanyang Holy Land. He needs to spend some time to hunt them.

"Hello, fellow Taoists on this stone road!"

"I only target the disciples of Xuanyang Holy Land. Do not disturb others."

After walking many stone roads, Mo Li found that the pressure on himself was gradually decreasing. Now he stepped on it as if walking on flat ground.

Hunting from the top, all the way down, funeral cremation.

The disciples of other sects were horrified.

Who would scatter ashes for no reason?

It's very weird, okay?

Seeing that his own foundation was gradually extinct, the elders of the Holy Land no longer had the expression of a dead relative, but the ashes of being buried in the ground.

"Damn it! Who is it!"

How could such a dehumanizing thing like picking on the weak be done!

The younger generation of their family could not withstand two moves from this fox masked man (Mo Li).

The cold light of the sword killed one person, neat and tidy.

The elders were heartbroken!

But this was not the worst. The worst was that some disciples really swung their butcher knives at their fellow disciples to save their lives, dancing with the devil.

Some elders were unwilling to give up, forced out their blood, and used the ink in their hands to draw the true appearance of the masked man.

"Mo Kai Zhen Xian!"

With a loud shout, the spiritual energy surged like the sea, and the suspended ink color was smudged in the air, spreading out a huge scroll.

"Show!"

He wanted to draw the true appearance of Mo Li in the ink scroll and find the real culprit who destroyed the foundation.

But at the moment when the ink color was smudged, an incomparable and vast force fell from the sky, and the elder who cast the spell exploded and died tragically on the spot.

"What's going on?"

The moment the vast power descended, the people of Xuanyang Holy Land were all trembling in their hearts. Before they could figure out what was going on, their elders died.

"Alas, you Xuanyang Holy Land really don't know what's going on." An ancient dynasty sighed.

"How can you allow the fragments of the fairyland to be snooped at will?"

"What should we do?" They were anxious. The real culprit could not be traced, and their descendants died one after another, and they were almost extinct!

"In fact, nothing is absolute."

"What can we do?"

An old woman said slowly: "Some ancient Taoist sects have secret methods to transmit information, but the price is too high. Unless it is absolutely necessary, they will not be used easily."

"Can you tell me which Taoist sects they are? No matter what the price, my Xuanyang Holy Land can afford it!"

Compared to the death of their descendants, they felt that there was no worse price than this.

But the old woman kept silent about it, as if she had touched a taboo and was afraid of disaster.

All the sects with such secret methods, without exception, have unimaginable backgrounds and are extremely powerful, and they simply look down on Xuanyang Holy Land.

Xuanyang Holy Land asked around, but everyone remained silent about it, and even avoided it like a plague.

Seeing that there was no result, many elders looked dead: "It's over, it's really over!"

It's hard to imagine that with the death of tens of thousands of younger disciples, their Xuanyang Holy Land will be silent and decayed for at least hundreds of years.

At least there will be a serious gap in the next generation, and they will lose the opportunity to compete.

At this moment, a mysterious power burst out from the purple gold chariot, and everyone was stunned.

This power is very special. It is not as violent as the blazing sun, nor as turbulent as the tidal waves, but an indescribable natural emptiness, wonder, and spirit.

The ethereal and mysterious power spread, and the immortal petals suddenly glowed, surging with infinite divine light, and the immortal runes were flashing, as if they had resonated.

"Who is that! This power?" An old monster frowned. Just spreading the aura can trigger the resonance of the secret realm. It is incredible.

"Saint! That is the Saint!"

The disciples of Xuanyang Holy Land shouted!

"The one sitting in the purple gold chariot is the Saint of their generation: Murong Xue!"

Some people spread their spiritual sense and wanted to spy on the person in the chariot.

But before they could move, their eyes rolled back, their souls were severely damaged, and they became a body without soul.

"That is!" An old monster widened his eyes and looked at the old woman next to the purple gold chariot. This person's aura was restrained, but under the restraint, it was as deep as the abyss.

"Very familiar aura, could that lineage be born?"

"Or have they found a successor?"

That lineage refers to the Taoist school founded by Emperor Linglong.

This Taoist school is particularly special. It only recruits women. Since the death of Emperor Linglong, it has disappeared.

Some people say that their lineage is hidden in the long river of time, and some people say that they are waiting, waiting for the reincarnation of Emperor Linglong.

But is there really such a thing as reincarnation? Some leaders said that it is impossible!

The so-called reincarnation involves the soul and touches the distant and long taboo: reincarnation.

Reincarnation, a vague illusion, whether it exists is also worth studying.

And does the emergence of this lineage indicate the horrifying truth: does the wheel of chaos really exist? Is the reincarnation of Emperor Linglong back?

The old guy lying on the coffin board couldn't sit still and wanted to find out.

If the guess is true, it's too incredible!

"Humph!" The old woman said in a muffled voice to shock the consciousness that wanted to spy.

At this time, Murong Xue stepped out of the purple gold chariot, with a mysterious aura lingering on her body, a head of white hair like snow, and a cold temperament like the noble Xuannv above the nine heavens, with an emotionless and ethereal look in her eyes.

"Is she the reincarnation of Emperor Linglong? Or the successor?"

"Could it be that the rumors some time ago are true: the Xuanyang Holy Land really has an eight-aperture Linglong heart that is rare in ten thousand years?"

Even in the long river of time, the physique of Linglong Heart is extremely rare, even rarer than the Taiyin Divine Body.

"The breath of Taoism on her body... Is that the path of Emperor Linglong?"

An old man noticed that Murong Xue had entered the [Hedao Realm] and embarked on her own path.

"No, it's very similar to the Taoism of Emperor Linglong, but slightly different. It's a brand new path!" Someone exclaimed!

All the evildoers who can open up a brand new path and reach the end are, without exception, taboo existences that jump out of the long river of time.

After Murong Xue looked around expressionlessly, she took out a white cherry-like fruit that was as white as snow and as beating as a heart. The fruit had tiny holes, as if it could breathe, and gushed out white and pink rays of light.

"That's it! It's actually it!"

When the fruit was taken out, those old monsters couldn't sit still anymore, and some even opened the coffin and immediately transmitted the message.

"Linglong fruit!"

The old guy, whose half of his body was buried in the ground, had eyes that shone like the sun, staring at the crystal fruit in Murong Xue's hand, and even his breathing became rapid.

The legend of Linglong fruit only exists in historical records, but its efficacy is unparalleled.

It is rumored that the growth of Linglong fruit requires the blood of Linglong's heart as nutrients to water it!

In the era of Emperor Linglong, in order to fight against the corrupt power of time, Emperor Linglong used his heart blood as nutrients for the growth of Linglong tree, condensed the fruit, and survived the years for his loved ones.

A Linglong fruit is worth the elixir of immortality. Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is far more than the holy medicine, enough to let those with withered vitality live for a hundred years!

"That... that is actually the fruit that was nurtured during the reign of Emperor Linglong, and it has been preserved until now!" The old monster was sharp-eyed and judged the source of the fruit from the Dao principle it emitted.

Although it has been tens of thousands of years and the energy contained has dissipated, its effect is unquestionable.

There are even rumors that eating a Linglong fruit may even give you a chance to grow a Linglong heart!

Although this chance is extremely slim, it also attracts everyone.

"I have only one request! If you can do it, this Linglong fruit will be his!" Facing the greedy eyes like a hungry wolf, Murong Xue was extremely calm and said lightly.

"What request?"

"Transmit the information I need into the secret realm!"