The assessment process of the subordinate forces of the Jiuxiao Shendao can be described as ups and downs. Yu Mo, a super powerful emperor-level man, finally became the son of the Jiuxiao Shendao, and fell below countless pairs of eyes for a moment.

With amazement and amazement, the monks from all walks of life left and embarked on their return journey after making up for the reward and punishment hall.

Outside the Emperor Star, female cultivators of the Xuanzong of Qing gathered together.

"Junior sister, we should leave." Blue and white tea spoke, and when she saw her look lost, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Hua Cha nodded silently, turned around and looked at Di Xing, his eyes showing a little darkness.

But soon, she took a breath and shouted, "Let's go!"

As he fell, the figure flew towards the teleportation array first.

...

On the top of Dixing Mountain, Mo Yu stood silently. He wore a dark golden robe, with nine cloud patterns on his collar and cuffs, and his expression was calm. His deep eyes crossed the domain and fell on the continental fragment teleportation array. With the flash of spiritual light, the female cultivator in the array suddenly disappeared.

It is natural to detect the feelings of flower tea without saying anything, but it is better if he has no intention of involving personal relationships.

Besides, he has now become the son of the Jiuxiao Shendao Sect and announced to the heavens, his identity will be difficult to hide, and the storm will probably come soon.

Before this, it was a good thing for them to have alienated themselves from Xuanqing Sect.

"I hope things won't involve you too much."

Mo Yu sighed softly and withdrew his gaze, calmed down his thoughts, and his eyes gradually showed firmness.

Because what awaits him next will be an extremely dangerous situation. Even with Mo Yu's current cultivation, he must be careful to deal with it.

I just don’t know what arrangements “he” have made, and I haven’t summoned him yet. Could it be that “he” is fully prepared?

...

The Sage of the Wild Saint.

In the magnificent hall, the old man was wearing a blue-green robe, his silver hair was tightly tied, and his old face was solemn.

"Has this been investigated clearly?"

Next, the Emperor of the God of the Cangsha spoke respectfully, "This matter is the deepest hidden stake in the Jiuxiao Shendao. The news that has been sent back is absolutely true."

The old man was silent, his eyes flashed slightly, and after a while, he suddenly said, "You go down, I have to deal with this matter myself."

"Yes, ancestor."

Emperor Xuansha turned and retreated, his eyes lowered and showed endless resentment, "Mo Yu! No matter what your identity is, you will definitely die this time!"

When his figure disappeared, the old man's cold voice slowly rang out.

"Whether it is the evil of Emperor Xuan or the thread of fate that is entangled with the luck of our sect, we must be removed as soon as possible."

"This matter involves the Nine Ways of Shenxiao. I may not be foolproof when I take action. It is time to set off and go to the Burial Curse Sect and the Stars."

He stood up, took a step forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

...

Western Paradise.

The Buddhist Sect of Secretariat Buddhism condensed with great magic power and great vows.

The pagodas form forests, and countless scriptures are formed in the void, emitting the light of the Buddha.

There are dragons flying in the sky, and countless figures of Buddhas appear and disappear, some of them laugh at flowers, some of them look angry at the Vajra, or some of them are ruthless in the dead trees.

Deep in the Buddhist temple, the old monk wearing a red cassock sat cross-legged. His face was neither sad nor happy, but there was a hint of sadness between his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the gilded Buddha in front of the old monk slowly opened his eyes as if he had come alive, and two Buddha lights shot out from it, covering his figure.

The old monk's face was not shocked, and he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, "See Buddha!"

The Buddha's lips squirmed gently, "Xule, if you are obsessed with the death of Xuming and do not let it go, how can you enter the realm of Buddha?"

"I know my mistake. But I raised Junior Brother Xuming by myself. I have a deep relationship with me. I really can't let go of it. Please ask the Buddha to punish me."

"Amitabha!" The Buddha lowered his name, "Well, if you insist on this, I will give you a chance to untie the thoughts."

The old monk Xule was stunned and then looked happy, "Buddha is merciful!"

He leaned over to salute, but did not see the inexplicable smile on the corner of the mouth of the Buddha in front of him.

...

The sect son, the next sect leader, is designated by the next sect leader, and in a sense the status is second only to that of the sect leader, and he is naturally noble and noble.

The Sect Master of the Nine Dao of Shenxiao, Jiang Lianhai, disappeared 30,000 years ago. Because the existence of the ancestor of Heaven and the Emperor Liancheng was in charge of the overall situation, it was not easy to do anything.

In this way, Mo Yu, with his sect son and his super-imperial cultivation, became the most powerful person in the entire Shenxiao Nine Daoes and the highest status besides the ancestor of the Heavenly Dao.

His residence is located on the top of the highest mountain above the Emperor Star, more than 273,000 miles high. Standing here, you can overlook the entire Emperor Star!

Originally, the place where the sect leader Jiang Lianhai stayed, which meant that the sect leader's power was supreme. Now the ancestor ordered that the sect son Yumo stayed here, and the profound meaning revealed by the deep thoughts that the nine paths of Shenxiao were shaking up and down.

One is the ancestor who is very majestic and no one dares to resist.

The two have been missing for 30,000 years, and may have died long ago.

The three are the strength of Yumo Sect’s sons is earth-shaking and is enough to take on the position.

Therefore, no one raised any objections to this point. It was just that Jiang Xun and others were practicing hard and coveting the throne of the direct monks, who were inevitably regretful.

"See the Zongzi!" Jiang Li Gong saluted, and Yu Guang looked at the upright figure in front of him, revealing a slight complexity.

He never thought that in just a few days, the identity between the two had such a big reversal.

Without mentioning the other party's super-emperor level of cultivation, the identity of the sect only makes him unable to breathe.

Mo Yu turned around, his eyes as plain as water, "What's the matter with Elder Jiang Li?"

"The ancestor has ordered that seven days later, a ceremony for additional seal will be officially held for you." Jiang Li calmed down and continued to speak, "In addition, the ancestor ordered you to follow me to the holy pond."

Mo Yu has always been difficult to grasp the thoughts of the ancestor of the Nine-Dao Shinto, but he can be sure that he is the one he is looking for.

Because there is no mistake in the attraction between the energy.

Officially added a seal... Could it be that he is really ready to take over Shenxiao Jiudao?

Mo Yu frowned slightly, then he thought of another part of his words, "Holy Pond?"

"It is not clear that the day when the sect son returns to the sect is short. The Holy Pool is an underground divine spring drawn by my Nine Paths of Shenxiao with great magic power. It is made up of many treasures. When the cultivators of our sect enter it, they can use the power in the holy pool to greatly improve the bloodline power in the body."

Jiang Ligong explained.

Improve your bloodline!

Thinking of some possibility, Mo Yu's eyes lit up slightly, and then he nodded quietly, "Since it is the order of the ancestor, let's go now."

"Son, please follow me."

After Jiang Li bowed and left the hall, his figure moved and flew into the distance.

Mo Yu stepped behind him.

Along the way, the nine monks of Shenxiao who met, no matter what their identity was, stopped and bowed from afar.

All of them are respectful in their expressions.

Because they knew that if nothing unexpected happened, Mo Yu would soon become the lord of the Nine Paths of Shenxiao, advocating the honor, disgrace, life and death of a monk!

Soon, the two figures appeared on a stretching mountain range. Looking down from the sky, the rich heaven and earth power between the mountains condensed into clouds and mist, floating slowly in the wind, and countless emerald green lake waves dotted it, giving it a fairy atmosphere.

Jiang Li raised his hand and issued a talisman order, and the Yuanli clouds and mist automatically dissipated, revealing a passage.

Under the beautiful scene here, there is a terrifying formation hidden. Judging from the breath, it should be part of the Xuanxiao Divine Array.

If you break in at will without knowing the depth, it will inevitably lead to a backlash of the formation power.

"Zongzi, please."

Mo Yu felt a little and didn't notice it was wrong, so he took a step forward and his figure descended.

Next to the Bihu Lake, several elders of the Nine Sky Divine Dao were waiting, and at this moment they saluted at the same time, "See the Sect's Son!"

Among them, there were Elder Jiang He and others who were disrespectful to him, and they were all nervous.

Concerned about improving bloodlines, Mo Yu had no intention of wasting time with them and said directly: "Elder Jiang Li, let's start."

Jiang Ligong said yes, turned around and whispered, "Everyone, let's work together to open the Holy Spring!"

Jiang He and others felt relieved and nodded quickly.

The figures of several people moved apart, stood around the Bihu, and at the same time pinched the magic tricks in their hands.

Boom-

A roar suddenly came from the depths of the calm lake. The lake surface was trembling, and the entire lake wave was divided into two!

The incision was neat and flat, as if it was wrapped in some kind of force, and there was no trace of lake water flowing out.

A spring with a diameter of about 100 meters suddenly appeared in sight. The spring water was milky white, like stalactite juice, emitting bursts of fragrance.

Jiang Li shouted softly, "Please enter the Holy Spring!"

Mo Yu had already felt the blood in his body's body's intent. He did not hesitate when he heard this, and his figure jumped into it directly.
To be continued...