Villain: The Empress Master is poisoned, and the traitor is ecstatic

At noon the next day.

Grinding Sword Peak, Iron Pestle Palace.

Outside the main hall, more than 600 elders and disciples were lined up neatly, respectfully waiting for Chu Mo's arrival.

It was already noon, and the late autumn sun was unusually hot.

None of the people present dared to use spiritual power to resist, and they all used their bodies to block the scorching sun.

They came early to wait, and after three or four hours, they were already sweating profusely and their mouths were dry.

At this moment, a young man dressed in ink hunting slowly stepped into the air and appeared in everyone's sight.

"Meet His Highness the Son!"

Seeing this, a group of elders and disciples rushed in, knelt down one after another, and shouted in unison.

Chu Mo walked straight into the main hall, sat down in the first place, picked up the teacup on the table, approached his lips, and gently blew it a few times.

The heat rose and brushed Chu Mo's handsome and peerless cheeks, making it even more mysterious and mysterious!

Chu Mo's expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to notice the panic and fear on the faces of the more than six hundred elders and disciples below.

After a long time, Chu Mo took a sip of tea, and then raised his head and looked at everyone.

When everyone saw Chu Mo's ruthless, but very handsome face, they couldn't help but fight a cold war.

"Everyone is here, right?"

Chu Mo put the teacup on the table and asked lightly.

"It's all here, please send down His Highness the Holy Son!"

Mo Yanyan, the Supreme Elder of the No Return Peak, replied stiffly.

"Get up!"

Chu Mo said lightly, his voice was very calm, but it made everyone feel frightened.

"Yes, Your Highness the Holy Son!"

The crowd rose one after another.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, please see, the villain has taken the initiative to move the treasure house of my No Return Peak, and all the treasures of my No Return Peak are here!"

Mo Yanyan presented all the treasures of the Returnless Peak in front of Chu Mo one by one.

Chu Mo swept it lightly with his heavenly eyes, and you didn't find anything special, so he said coldly: "You also know that you are good at making claims? You've put away all the good things in No Return Peak, right?

Mo Yan was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with a pop.

"Your Highness the Holy Son! Villain... The villain would not dare to deceive the Son! No Return Peak is at the end of all the peaks, resources are insufficient, these are already all the net worth of our No Return Peak, and the villain will never dare to be greedy for ink!

Mo Yan kowtowed like pounding garlic, and kept wailing.

Han Linglong watched from the sidelines, sneering.

The dignified Elder Taishang of Yifeng has become so lowly?

Heh....

Old Mo, I misjudged you before!

"That's it..."

Chu Mo looked at Mo Yanyan lightly.

"Your Highness the Son... The villain really doesn't have it!

Mo Yan said with a sad face.

"All these resources are yours!"

Just when everyone was about to be unlucky, Chu Mo suddenly said.

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned, with a look of disbelief.

"This..."

Mo Yanyan was also stunned for a while, and he didn't know what medicine was sold in the Holy Son's gourd for a while.

"Three requests!"

Chu Mo said lightly.

When everyone heard this, their spirits immediately perked up.

"Please command His Highness the Holy Son, the villain will definitely bow down and die!"

Mo Yanyan immediately patted his chest and reassured.

"First, no matter what method you use, pick out 500 elite disciples to enter my Sword Grinding Peak! One less, this seat will kill you with a sword!

"Second, you need to raise the strength of these disciples to the realm of great power within three months, and make them available to me! In the same way, if one of these 500 disciples does not reach the realm of great power, I will cut you with a sword! "

Third, you yourself need to break through to the peak of the Holy Lord Realm from the middle stage of the Holy Lord Realm within three months! If you don't, I'll kill you!"

Chu Mo's eyes looked around the audience and said lightly.

After listening to Chu Mo's three conditions, everyone's faces couldn't help but change greatly.

Mo Yanyan almost sat down on the ground.

The entire Qiongming Sword Sect is only more than three hundred elders and disciples above the Great Power Realm!

It would be a fool's dream for him to make more than 500 in three months!

There is one last condition, he has been in the middle stage of the Holy Lord Realm for almost eight hundred years, how can he break through in three months?

This...... This...... That's a bit harsh, isn't it?!

Han Linglong sneered, she knew in her heart that Chu Mo would definitely not let them go easily.

Han Linglong was about to taunt Chu Mo a few words, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Chu Mo throwing a gaze at him.

"Are you trying to say that it's too difficult to do?"

"And what about the entire treasure trove of Sword Grinding Peak?"

"Mo Yanyan, you will be the Supreme Elder of my Sword Grinding Peak from now on! All the resources of Grinding Sword Peak are deployed by you!

The corners of Chu Mo's mouth raised an evil and strange arc.

"The villain obeys!"

Mo Yanyan was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly responded.

Chu Mo's words gave him hope!

Mojian Peak is one of the three peaks, with infinite heritage and many treasures.

If you can take out these treasures, find more disciples in the realm of the gods, and add your own personal guidance, it will not be a big problem!

Although Mo Yanyan was happy, the rest of the people ate lemons...

Sour!

"His Royal Highness..."

, Li Wangcai, the elder of Dead Dog Peak, wanted to dissuade him, but he was glared back by Chu Mo's cold eyes.

"Li Wangcai, you Dead Dog Peak is good at raising spirit beasts, I heard that you are also a master of playing with beasts..."

Chu Mo stared at Li Wangcai coldly and asked lightly.

"His Highness the Holy Son has misunderstood... The villain is just studying the spirit beast a little..."Li

Wangcai's heart jumped violently when he heard this, and he hurriedly explained.

"I'll give you a task, raise a thousand spirit beasts with the combat power of the Divine Realm within three months, and the resources of the Dead Dog Peak will be yours!"

Chu Mo didn't wait for Li Wangcai to finish speaking, and said bluntly.

When Li Wangcai heard this, his face suddenly changed.

Immediately, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly responded: "The villain must live up to his mission!"

Chu Mo nodded with satisfaction and continued, "The rest of the people are automatically incorporated into my Sword Grinding Peak!"

"There are few rules in this seat, survival of the fittest!"

"The rest of you will give you a month period, and those who can break through five small realms within a month can enter the Treasure Pavilion and choose a magic weapon at will!"

"If you can't do it, abolish the cultivation and expel the Sword Grinding Peak!"

Chu Mo said coldly, without the slightest emotional fluctuation in his tone.

"Yes, Your Highness the Holy Son!"

Everyone lowered their heads when they heard this, and they didn't dare to breathe, and their hearts were uneasy.

Chu Mo's ruthlessness, they have already understood.

However, these people are not stupid, they know that their lives are in Chu Mo's hands.

Chu Mo wanted them to die, and no one could save them.

"As for you..."

Chu Mo rolled his eyes and looked at Han Linglong coldly.

Han Linglong's face suddenly turned as pale as paper.

Chu Mo's gaze made Han Linglong's heart tremble.

"Come with me into the room!"

Chu Mo's words were taken aback.

No, no!

Although Han Linglong is elegant, she has grown old like that...

The taste of the Holy Son is too heavy!

Han Linglong hesitated again and again, and finally chose to follow!