"You brat, you dare to destroy my purple and gold pottery figurines, and you still want me to help you!" Fan Jiangqiu Lord roared sternly.
Without the purple and gold pottery figurines, he would have lost his fighting power and could only be slaughtered by others.
The corners of Chu Yiliu's lips curled up and he said with a smile: "If you don't tell me, that's fine. Then I'll do it myself."
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he displayed the Demon King's Eyes, and the ethereal light instantly flooded Jiang Qiujun's sea of consciousness.
boom...
A shrill scream sounded, and Fanjiang Qiujun exploded instantly, turning into countless fragments of consciousness floating in the air.
Chu Yiyi released his mental power. When the tree of the avenue swallowed up the fragments of the avenue in the burial pond, it also helped him improve his mental power. If he was already at the peak of the middle stage of the Concentration Realm.
The majestic mental power was released, gathering and reorganizing all the fragments of Fan Jiangqiujun's memory, compiling them into complete information, and sinking them into his mind.
Chu Yiliu closed his eyes slightly to digest this information.
Mo Yunran and Xu Xingcheng looked at each other, and both saw the slightest hint of fear in each other's eyes. Chu Yiliu's unhesitating killing of Fan Jiang Qiujun was also a warning to him.
"Let's go." Chu Yiliu slowly opened his eyes, a flash of spiritual light flashed, his body turned into an afterimage of stars, and he punched out with a bang.
Click...
The scene in front of them was like a shattered lens, and everyone returned to Fanjiang Qiujun's mansion again.
"Great, we're back!" Mo Yunran's eyes lit up, and he looked at Chu Yiliu eagerly, and soon he could see the holy road he had dreamed of.
Chu Yiliu rubbed his eyebrows, moved, walked to a wall, and bumped into it.
"This guy can't think about it?" Xu Xingcheng frowned. However, the next moment, Chu Yiliu disappeared directly into the wall.
It turned out to be a passage.
Mo Ji and Xie Siling quickly followed.
Mo Yunran gave Xu Xingcheng a teasing look and sneered, "You are the only smart person in the world."
As he spoke, he quickly followed.
A look of shame and anger flashed in Xu Xingcheng's eyes, he snorted coldly, and followed him unhappily.
Everyone walked out of Fanjiang Qiujun's Mansion, and in front of them was a boundless avenue of stars, leading into the vast expanse. The stars hung high above their heads, and they were magnificent.
Whoosh...
From time to time, spiritual lights passed by them, emitting powerful auras. Chu Yiliu narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw that the golden body of Zun Dharma was indeed extremely powerful.
Occasionally, a few unbridled forces swept over them.
"Purple Lake Realm monk, hum!" Disdainful voices sounded from time to time.
Xu Xingcheng took out a spiritual sword from his sleeve and said solemnly: "I'm going to find my brother in Bingcheng. I hope you can all walk out of the Holy Demon King's Palace alive!"
He looked at Chu Yiliu and snorted coldly, crushed the spirit sword, and his body turned into residual light and shot out.
"Don't forget our three conditions!" Chu Yiliu said softly.
At this time, Mo Yunran came out, also holding a spiritual sword, and said proudly: "Brother Chu, this holy road is full of dangers. You must follow me closely and don't make trouble."
He taught Chu Yiyi and the other three people with sincere words. After entering the Holy Road, they were one step closer to becoming the strong men of Moyun City, so Mo Yunran became much more courageous.
Mo Ji snorted and rolled his eyes at him. This guy had completely forgotten how embarrassed he was before.
"Master Mo Yun, please!" Chu Yiliu didn't care. His goal was the inheritance of the Holy Demon King, and he didn't care about Mo Yun's arrogant attitude.
Mo Yunran took out his spiritual sword, which pointed the way, and led Chu Yiyi and the other two people towards the far end of the vast road to the stars.
He thought that Chu Yiliu and the other three could only rely on Moyun Sect on the holy road, and he felt extremely proud. He wanted to immediately regain the self-esteem he had just lost from Chu Yiliu.
"My brother said that the Holy Road has gathered most of the geniuses in the Linhai area. It goes without saying that they are powerful, but some weak ones cannot be underestimated. They often hide a lot of tricks." Mo Yunran instructed.
He acted like a leader, giving guidance to the three of them.
Mo Ji sneered at his words.
The corners of Chu Yiliu's lips curled up and he said with a smile: "Master Moyun is indeed the genius of Moyun City. He is knowledgeable and admirable!"
It was rare that a few words of appreciation came out of Chu Yiliu's mouth, and Mo Yunran suddenly smiled.
"As long as you follow me, Mo Yunran, I won't let you suffer on the Holy Road!" he said, patting his chest.
It is undoubtedly a huge achievement to be able to take a former enemy into one's subordinates.
While he was talking, someone blocked the road in front of him, several Purple Lake Realm monks, and some were injured.
Mo Yunran frowned and immediately said displeased: "Who are you? You dare to block my way!"
There is obviously a road on the side, but Mo Yunran is unwilling to take a detour because he wants to re-establish the majesty of the Moyun clan in front of Chu Yiliu and others.
The best way to establish authority is to suppress those who are ignorant.
The group of Purple Lake Realm monks in front of us seemed to be the best choice.
Chu Yiyi glanced at the other four Purple Lake Realm monks, and two other Purple Lake Realm monks fell to the ground, their wounds bleeding profusely. This injury...
He couldn't help but raise his brows, and immediately said: "Master Moyun, the holy road is so wide. Some of them are injured. Let's just go to the side and take a detour."
"No!" Mo Yunran shouted. He finally found an opportunity to re-establish his prestige, how could he give up halfway.
Today, these guys have to give in if they give in, and they have to give in if they don't give in.
Opposite, the Zihu monk came over, with colorful totems painted on his face, like a native of a remote tribe. The leader said something to Mo Yunran.
Aboriginal?
Mo Yunran was even happier. Often the natives were uncivilized and weak, so they just needed to establish their authority. He snorted coldly and said, "What are you calling me? Get out of my way, sir!"
At this time, a man walked out from among the natives, leaned forward and said, "Sir, some of us are injured and it's difficult to move. I hope you can take a detour for your convenience."
He said it sincerely, looking at Mo Yunran with indifference, Chu Yiyi and others were neither humble nor arrogant.
Mo Yunran immediately frowned and sneered: "Huh, despicable slaves, hurry up and get out of here as soon as possible if I tell you to, don't let me say it a second time!"
"This guy..." Mo Ji looked at Mo Yunran showing off his power with a look of displeasure on his face. However, he was stopped by Chu Yiliu.
Chu Yiliu pointed at the injured people lying on the ground. The wounds on those two people were very large, and there was also spiritual energy erosion from time to time. They were obviously injured by the dharma of the monks in the Vientiane Realm.
These six people are definitely not weak if they can survive in the hands of monks in the Vientiane Realm.
Mo Yunran wanted to regain his dignity from them, but he was probably looking for the wrong person. However, Chu Yiliu didn't intend to remind this guy, it would be better to let him suffer a little loss.
Instead, Chu Yiyi took a step forward and said with a smile: "Master Moyun, you just said that some weak people should not be underestimated."
Mo Yunran sneered and said: "Brother Chu, then you should underestimate our Moyun clan. Not just any amao or dog can threaten us. Just look at me."
"A bunch of untouchables, if you don't teach them a lesson, they don't know what it means to be powerful!"
The natives on the opposite side also began to communicate. The natives who could speak Mandarin shouted loudly and said: "You brat, you dare to look down on our Ula warriors and you are seeking death!"
As he spoke, the Ula warriors behind him started shouting, and ink-black light emerged from each of their bodies, connecting into one, emitting a heart-stopping power.
Mo Yunran's eyes turned cold and he sneered: "You are an untouchable, how dare you fight against me!"
With a loud shout, the dragon whip was taken out, and the light flashed towards a Ula monk.
boom...
The auras of the four Ula monks opposite suddenly condensed into one, forming a huge statue in the sky above their heads.
The four Purple Lake Realm monks actually worked together to condense the Dharma Appearance! Mo Yunran's expression suddenly changed. When the dragon whip whipped over, he was suddenly grabbed by the Dharma Appearance giant.
Wow!
The Ula monks shouted in unison, suddenly grabbed the dragon whip, shook Mo Yunran up, threw it away, and hit the ground heavily.
Ahem...
Mo Yunran's face was pale and he coughed violently. Unexpectedly, he stepped on a steel plate as soon as he stepped onto the holy road. The combined power of these four Ula monks was no less than that of the Vientiane Realm monks.
Wow!
The four Ula monks advanced and retreated at the same time. Instead, they grabbed the dragon whip and whipped it towards Mo Yunran.
Bang bang bang...
The dragon whip danced like a dragon, sweeping towards Mo Yunran all over the sky. Mo Yunran hid everywhere, rolling and crawling, calling for help from Chu Yiyi and the others from time to time.
Chu Yiyi looked embarrassed and shouted loudly: "Master Moyun, we are no match for you either."
Snap...
Mo Yunran was distracted and was beaten to pieces by his dragon whip.
"You...you natives, do you know that this young master is from Moyun City!" He roared piercingly.
But these Ula monks didn't care where he was from. They just let Mo Yunran know why the flowers were so red.
"Haha." Mo Ji laughed loudly and said, "Let this guy still dare to show off his power."
Xie Siling couldn't help but laugh.
The corners of Chu Yiliu's lips curled up, and he said calmly: "The show is about to end."
Although he was not completely happy yet, Mo Yunran suffered a big loss.
At this time, dozens of sharp sword lights rushed over, and the Dharma above his head flashed with powerful spiritual light.
A huge cloud-swallowing beast appeared in the sky above the leader. It swallowed up the spiritual energy around it and suddenly spurted it out, blasting towards the condensed form of the Ula tribe.
boom...
With a loud noise, the dragon whip in the hand of the Ula Clan's Master was thrown out. The four of them looked at each other, picked up the injured tribesman, and ran away at a very fast speed.
The young man with the image of the swallowing cloud beast grabbed the fallen dragon whip and held it in his hand. With a displeased look on his face, he scolded: "Xiao Ran, why are you so confused? You even offended the people of the Wula tribe!"
Fortunately, there are only four Ula monks. If all six of them are not injured, it will definitely be a tough battle.
Mo Yunran hugged his head and curled up into a ball. After hearing the sound, his figure suddenly trembled and he shouted miserably: "Brother Long, you are finally here!"
Mo Yunlong, the head of the thirty-six sons of Mo Yun, a strong man in the Wanxiang Realm!