The Silver Thunder Clan monk and the Moon-robed young man obviously did not expect that someone would appear here before them.

When he saw the faint smile on Dongfang Mo's face, a moment later, the young man in the moon robe came to his senses first.

"Hahaha……"

This man laughed to the sky, but anyone could hear some anger in the laughter. But there seemed to be a hint of pleasure in this anger.

The man rubbed his left and right hands towards the living creature on his chest, and he was still rubbing the electric arc that was constantly beating.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the arc collapsed immediately.

Just now, the young man in the moon robe fought with the Silver Thunder Clan monks. This man used a trick to gain a chance and rushed out of the gate of the Linghuan Palace first, which made him miss the position of the Holy Son. But when he saw that even if the Silver Thunder Clan monk took the lead and was not in the position of the Holy Son, he felt a little better.

"How could it be you!"

At this time, the Silver Thunder Clan monk looked at Dongfang Mo, his eyes were full of murderous aura, and he said with gritted teeth word by word.

"Why can't it be me?"

Dongfang Mo looked at this person without any change in his expression.

Upon hearing this, the Silver Thunder Clan monk was even more angry.

"Swish..."

Just when the situation on the field was quite tense, another person rushed out of the gray-white smoke from the gate of the Linghuan Palace.

When this person appeared, he looked carefully and found that it was a white-haired young man from the Wood Spirit tribe.

When the white-haired young man appeared here, he saw that there were already three people here, and his face suddenly became extremely angry, and even his body was trembling.

"boom!"

A domineering aura suddenly swept away from him. He knew that if he followed the rules of the wandering son, then he would have missed the position of the Holy Son this time.

"I don't believe that with your strength, you can be the first to come out."

While speaking, the Silver Thunder Clan monk did not look at the other two people. He stared at Dongfang Mo and slowly walked towards him, and a terrifying oppression from him became stronger and stronger.

Seeing this man's arrogant attitude, the smile on Dongfang Mo's face slowly disappeared, and replaced by a hint of coldness.

"Since you think you have the ability, why not gesture with me and let me verify how it is." Dongfang Mo said.

"I just can't ask for anything."

At this time, the distance between the Silver Thunder Clan monk and Dongfang Mo was only five feet away. At the top of the horn above his head, a purple arc began to crackle.

Dongfang Mo no longer answered this person. He took a deep breath, then shook his arm and a ball of black liquid poured out from his cuff. At the same time, the magic energy in his body was madly mobilized, and it was about to inject the black rain stone in his palm. He had already made plans and was ready to hurt the person with one blow.

"Do you think I don't exist?"

But at this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came, shocking everyone present.

The next moment, Wuyouzi's figure appeared out of thin air between Dongfang Mo and the Silver Thunder Clan monk. He turned his hands back to Dongfang Mo, and his eyes were looking at the Silver Thunder Clan monk without any emotion.

"Senior, I'm not convinced!"

But even when facing the Wandererless Son, the Silver Thunder Clan monk showed a hint of reluctance on his face and said with a thorn in his mouth.

"Oh? You all came out of the Spiritual Illusion Hall. If someone is one step ahead of you, you will not accept it. How could this be the reason?" Wuyouzi's words seemed to be for the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan, but they seemed to be for the other two people at the same time.

Upon hearing this, the Silver Thunder Clan monk spoke for a moment and couldn't speak.

"There is not this point that the seniors without wandering sons, younger generations and others are not convinced. It is the test of the last level of the Spiritual Illusion Hall. It cannot really determine the strongest one. Although the Dongfang fellow Taoist in front of him is not weak, if he really wants to fight, I dare say that he can't even enter the first three, so how can he become the Sacred Son of the Green Spirit? I think this trip to the Spiritual Illusion Hall is probably because he has some special means, or treasures, to be the first to come out."

This time the person who spoke was the young man wearing a moonlit robe.

Dongfang Mo looked at this person, becoming a little funny. This person's strength was beyond his expectations again and again. However, if there were any wanderers in front of him, he was not worried about the objections of these two people.

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with my arrangement this time." Wuyouzi glanced at the few people and chuckled.

Then, without waiting for a few people to speak, he pinched his fingers and pointed at the door of the Linghuan Palace.

For a moment, a gurgling sound rang out, and the gray-white smoke inside the door rolled and became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Swoosh...swoosh..."

Soon, a series of sounds of breaking through the air sounded, and nine consecutive figures flew out from it inconsistently.

When nine monks and nine others appeared here and saw the scene in front of them, they all showed an angry expression. Obviously, they all understood that the nine of them had been eliminated.

"You and the twelve people have heard that this time the Son of Qingling has been confirmed. You have broken all the so-called dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction, and swallowed them in your stomach. No one can blame anyone who is not as good as others. Now I will only say it once. From now on, if anyone dares to have an objection in front of me again, then this is your fate."

After speaking, Wuyouzi stretched out his palm and glanced at everyone, he slowly pressed down.

"Boom!"

In just this moment, a deep five-finger mark that could not be seen appeared on the ground not far away from everyone.

A wave of air started to blow everyone's clothes and blew them back.

At this moment, everyone must use their magic power to barely stabilize their body.

They all felt their insignificance. Even though they claimed to be strong, they were still ants who could slap them to death in front of no wandering children.

At this point, no one, including the Silver Thunder Clan monks, dared to say another word. However, from their ugly faces, it can be seen that they were obviously dissatisfied with their hearts, but they were forced to speak out by the intimidation of no wandering sons.

The nine people who appeared later, such as the nine-tailed fox monks, judged from the expressions on the other four people that the first person who came out of the Linghuan Palace, that is, the one who confirmed the position of the Holy Son mentioned by Wuyouzi, should be the young man of humanity sitting cross-legged with a faint smile on his face.

In addition to being angry, they were more incredible. If the Holy Son was a monk of the Silver Thunder Clan, or the white-haired young man from the Wood Spirit Clan, they would be able to accept it.

But then they thought that Dongfang Mo had defeated the Tianniu tribe man who was not even the opponent of the Jin Jiao cultivator, and they felt a little relieved.

Wuyouzi didn't know what these people were thinking. At this moment, a faint curve appeared on the corner of his mouth. He seemed quite satisfied with everyone's speechless performance. After a moment, he spoke again:

"The Holy Son has been decided. A month later, you and others will participate in the celebration of the Holy Son's ascension and the inner disciples' entry ceremony. Now, all of them will be dispersed."

After speaking, Wuyouzi turned around and looked at Dongfang Mo and said, "I will come to pick you up soon. Then we will go to the Tianshu Star Domain together to prepare for the Holy Son to ascend the throne in a month."

"Thank you, senior." Dongfang Mo immediately bowed.

"Um."

After Wuyouzi nodded, he stomped his feet and turned into a stream of light. He quickly disappeared into the sky at a speed beyond the reach of the monks in the Transformation Realm.

"Hahahaha... Everyone, let's take a step first."

Until Wuyouzi left for a long time, Dongfang Mo stood up with a huh, and then he soared into the sky in the direction of Wuyouzi leaving, and was about to use the escape technique to leave.

Now he has become the saint of Qingling Dao Sect. Although the Dongfang family is likely to have their own information channels to learn about this matter, he still has to report it as quickly as possible according to regulations.

In addition, he had to deal with Sun Ranyi's affairs. Only then could he go to the Tianshu Star Domain of the seven major star domains of Qingling Dao Sect with the person who came to him.

"Swish!"

But just as Dongfang Mo's figure rushed into the air, the Silver Thunder Clan monks of the Demon Clan also soared into the sky, and the tall and burly body of this man stood in front of him.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at the man and said, "What does this mean by fellow Taoist?"

"Do you still don't understand what I mean?" The Silver Thunder Clan monk sneered.

"I really don't know how to live or die. Even if I have the time to play with you, may you just regard Senior Wuyouzi's words as if they were in front of you?" Dongfang Mo said.

"Hehe, I think you've made a mistake. Senior Wuyouzi said that if you dare to have objections in front of him, there will be no good ending. But now I have no objection to you as the Son of Qingling. I just want to ask you for advice."

"Swish...swish..."

After he finished speaking, the man from the nine-tailed fox tribe of the demon clan, the white-haired young man from the Wood Spirit tribe, and the young man from the moon robe of the human clan, appeared next to the silver thunder clan monks.

"A coincidence, I want to ask the Son of Qingling this time for advice." At this time, the white-haired young man from the Wood Spirit clan, who looked extremely cold and arrogant.

Although the nine-tailed fox men and the young man in the moon robe did not speak, the covetous intention in their eyes was self-evident.

Feeling the violent magic fluctuations emitted from several people, Dongfang Mo said with a fierce aura in his eyes: "Okay, then do you want to fight on the wheel or go together."

(Set a small goal for yourself, you must get a driver's license this month.)
Chapter completed!