Mo Yunke walked over step by step with blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Chu Yiliu laughed heartily and said, "You haven't thought of this even after all your calculations."
"Shut up!" Mo Yunke scolded sternly. He was attacked by Wen Long for no reason. No one would be in a good mood.
He cast a gloomy gaze and said coldly: "But you will be a dead man soon."
As he spoke, auras overflowed from his hands, and the auras intertwined in the formation were all rotating rapidly under his control.
"Suffer death!" Moyunke roared ferociously.
Chu Yiliu had seen the power of this spiritual light just now. He raised the corners of his mouth and said with a faint smile, "Really? I'm afraid it won't be as you wish."
His mental power was released instantly, and the aura that originally swept towards him instantly spun back and rushed towards Moyunke.
"What's going on?" Mo Yunke's face changed drastically, and he suddenly found that his control of the map was blocked by a mysterious force.
This is?
A look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he said in surprise: "Mental power? How is that possible?"
How could a remote young man from the Tianfeng Empire master profound spiritual power?
He saw a bronze oil lamp emerging from Chu Yiliu's hand. The oil lamp emitted a faint light. The more dazzling the light, the weaker his control over the map.
Whoosh...
Suddenly, the aura of the bronze oil lamp reached its peak, and Moyunke's control over the sacrificial array was completely cut off.
"Impossible!" He was shocked when he saw the aura of the formation chart rushing toward him.
The golden folding fan waved in the air, turning into gilded light and whizzing out, slashing towards the spiritual light. Mo Yunke turned around and ran away.
The aura wrapped around the golden folding fan. After a while, the folding fan became dim and turned into scrap metal and fell to the ground.
"Want to leave?" Chu Yiliu said calmly.
He bent his hand and pointed, and the aura flew away, quickly chasing after Moyunke. The aura's speed was several times faster than Moyunke.
"You can't touch me!" Mo Yunke roared hysterically if he had a sharp edge on his back. The aura was getting closer and closer to him, and he didn't want to become ashes.
He was a member of the noble Moyun clan, how could he die in the remote Tianfeng Empire?
Can't!
Absolutely not!
Mo Yunke tore apart dozens of rapid talismans in succession, and his speed suddenly increased. However, the sacrificial formation chart had already been deployed.
The power of the formation that can summon the tree of the avenue is something that only a monk in the Cloud Condensing Realm can dodge.
Whoosh...
Under the control of Chu Yiliu, the spiritual light surrounded him.
Moyunke raised his hands, his eyes flashed with deep fear, and said in a trembling voice: "You...you can't kill me. I can leave the sacrificial array and the avenue tree to you. I will definitely
I won't reveal any information."
Chu Yiliu said with a smile in his eyes: "Should I believe you?"
He almost died in the hands of this guy just now, if Wen Long hadn't suddenly attacked and bought him time.
I walked around the gates of hell.
Chu Yiliu would never believe Mo Yunke easily.
The look of fear in Mo Yunke's eyes became even stronger, and he quickly said: "They are just humble, remote slaves, and they are not qualified to make me keep my promise. But you are different from them. You can become my friend."
"Friends?" Chu Yiliu raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are the benefits of being your friend?"
Moyunke's eyes lit up, and he calmly took out something from his storage bag. While buying time, he said: "Become my friend, and I can take you away from the Tianfeng Empire and go further and further."
A vast stage, I..."
Pfft...
The spiritual light disappeared into his body, and Mo Yunke's voice suddenly stopped.
He still had two breaths before he could be teleported out, but it was a pity that Chu Yiyi didn't give him time.
"You...why?" His body turned into fly ash and disappeared instantly.
Chu Yiliu said calmly: "Sorry, I can't give you a second chance to lie to me."
Everyone only gets one chance!
At the same time that Moyunke died, in the center of the East Wasteland near the sea, in a huge city, palaces and buildings were lined up in rows, and natural materials and treasures were everywhere.
In a courtyard, there are cranes and sacred grass outside the courtyard, and sandalwood overflows in the courtyard.
There was a soft click, and a life tablet cracked.
The elder who was guarding the fate tablet was shocked and said in a trembling voice: "It's... Mr. Ke. He's actually... dead!"
The old elder quickly got up, holding the broken life tablet and ran towards the palace in the center of the city.
A moment later, the news of Moyunke's death spread throughout Moyun City!
"Check, check it for me immediately! Ke'er's death must not be in vain!" A thundering roar came from the core palace. Outside the palace, there was a storm, a sunny day and thunder, and even the celestial phenomena changed!
This year happened to be the trial for the Moyun Sect to determine the future Holy Son, and Moyunke, one of the candidates for the Holy Son, unexpectedly died unexpectedly!
One can imagine Moyun's anger.
Within one day, a large number of people walked out of Moyun City to investigate the cause of Moyunke's death.
In the Ningyun battle zone, Chu Yiyi's eyes moved slightly. The aura of the sacrificial formation was extremely powerful, draining all of Moyunke's spiritual energy, even the storage bag on his body.
Therefore, Mo Yunke left nothing representing his identity.
But when Moyunke's figure was reduced to ashes, a golden light shot through the air.
"Jin Mang Fate Pavilion?" Chu Yiliu muttered. It seems that Mo Yunke's origin is not small. Condensing the Jin Mang Fate Pai is very expensive, and at least it requires a powerful spirit master to do it.
However, since he is dead, there is no way to save him, so it is better to seize the time to improve his strength.
Mo Yunke happened to be the fourth sacrificial spirit of the sacrificial array. Four light pillars shot up into the sky, vast sounds instantly sounded around the array, and white mist surged up.
Outside Dongling Palace, someone saw this shocking scene. A heavy treasure had been born. However, they walked in this direction and walked for days and nights, but could not get close.
Chu Yiliu sat cross-legged outside the formation diagram, his hands intertwined with spiritual light, feeling the subtle changes coming from the formation diagram.
The pulse of the earth became more and more intense. Countless cracks opened in the middle of the array.
The four sacrificial spirits turned into four strands of spiritual light and injected into the crack in the middle.
Finally, a branch with dazzling aura grew out of the crack. The branch was extremely tender and swayed sharply with the wind, and every time it swayed, a large amount of aura surrounded it.
The surrounding spiritual energy flowed rapidly and was quickly swallowed up by the tree of avenue.
"Sure enough, it's the tree of the avenue!" Chu Yiliu's eyes showed ecstasy. He thought it would be a great thing to find a fortune treasure in the ruins of Dongling Palace, but he didn't expect to be able to harvest the tree of the avenue!
What an unexpected surprise.
In his ecstasy, he carefully penetrated his spiritual power into the tree of the avenue.
The tree of the avenue seems weak, but its defense is extremely strong. It is like a steel plate lying in front of Chu Yiliu, and his mental power cannot penetrate it at all.
Sumeru lamp!
The spiritual light flowed in Chu Yiliu's hand, and the Xumi lamp erupted with a faint light. The attack power of his mental power instantly increased, like a spiral force piercing the steel plate.
"We should have waited a little longer just now to see how Mo Yunke would conquer the tree of avenue." Chu Yiliu muttered in his heart.
The tree of the avenue he encountered in his previous life was already a powerful man at the peak of spiritual power. With spiritual power as the foundation and the power of law as the introduction, he cultivated it for three days and three nights to conquer the tree of the avenue.
But in this life, he only has the strength of the first level of Condensing Cloud Realm!
By luck, spiritual power was derived. Otherwise, even within decades or hundreds of years, it is estimated that the tree of the avenue would not be able to be shaken.
With the blessing of Xumi Zhan, spiritual power slowly penetrates into the tree of the avenue.
He could vaguely feel the feeling of the Avenue Tree.
It...wanders in the void, looking for fertile soil where it can grow and thrive.
Hundreds of thousands of years, maybe millions of years.
It finally settled in a place called Dongling School. Here, it felt that it was needed, and it began to take root and sprout.
As it grows, the spiritual energy around it is constantly gathered.
There are more and more people around it, and here it gets the first power that makes it happy - the power of faith!
As the number of people increases, the power of faith becomes stronger and stronger. Its growth becomes more and more vigorous.
Over the course of thousands of years, perhaps tens of thousands of years, the Dongling Sect of those days became the premier Dongling Celestial Sect in the Eastern Wasteland, and it also grew to its peak state.
Tens of thousands of years passed.
It is no longer satisfied with the status quo and is eager to make further breakthroughs and grow...
There was civil strife within the Dongling Tianzong and it was torn apart.
The power of faith was also shattered.
Instead of a breakthrough, it went downhill.
Immediately afterwards, comes the Battle of Eastern Wasteland.
That battle was extremely tragic. The will of heaven and the way of heaven were mobilized. Its power of the great avenue became insignificant in front of the way of heaven. Ninety-nine percent of its power was deprived of it.
Dongling Tianzong is dead!
And it no longer even has the power to float into the void. With the fruit of the avenue falling on the ground, it can only wait for its next rebirth.
...
Chu Yiliu truly felt everything that the tree of avenue went through.
He slowly opened his eyes, and his spiritual power had penetrated into the tree of the avenue. He carefully moved the tree of the avenue into the sea of consciousness to nurture it.
He does not yet have enough strength to make the tree of avenue grow stronger again, but with the tree of avenue guarding the sea of consciousness, any inner demons and evil thoughts can only be retreated thousands of miles away, so there is no need to worry too much about improving his strength.
"One day, I will make you strong again." Chu Yiliu thought silently in his heart.
The tree of the avenue will grow stronger, and so will he!
Chu Yiliu stood up, subconsciously let go of his mental power, and instantly found that the mental power in the sea of consciousness had condensed into nine rays, and he was only one step away from entering the state of concentration.
Very good!
However, when he turned around to look, he suddenly found that Mo Ji beside him was already covered with a layer of dust. He was shocked and thought to himself, "How long has it been?"
Chu Yiliu walked over quickly, and Mo Ji was like a silkworm chrysalis, with a layer of black blood scabs covering his body. When he touched it, the blood scabs scattered all over the floor.
"Brother Yi Yi, is it you? What happened?" Mo Ji said with a wink, as if he had just woken up.
"Don't sleep," Chu Yiliu looked around, and suddenly he found that he didn't see anyone around him.