"They're leaving?"
Seeing the actions of Mo Qingyun and the others, the people of the Alchemist Temple were all shocked, stunned by this scene.
In their view, Mo Qingyun and the others had come to deal with the Alchemist Temple.
Moreover, they had heard that Mo Qingyun wanted to build a sect here.
Now, Mo Qingyun had directly left with his people. Wasn't this too abnormal?
"Mo Qingyun, this is the territory of the Alchemist Temple. Don't be delusional."
After a short stupor, a quasi-saint elder of the Alchemist Temple looked at Mo Qingyun's back and said, "Also, this old man kindly reminds you that you are a peerless genius of the Immortal Clan. I hope you don't fall and associate yourself with a demon like Zi Que."
Hearing the elder's words, Mo Qingyun stopped and turned to look at him, saying, "I will remember your kindness, but I also hope you can understand that the reason no one dares to occupy this place is because of my words. Once I give up this place, the deterrence will no longer exist. You're on your own."
Mo Qingyun knew very well that the Alchemist Temple's sudden return must have something to do with his words.
If it hadn't been for what he said before, the sect ruins of the Alchemist Temple would have been occupied long ago.
Although he knew the Alchemist Temple's thoughts, Mo Qingyun didn't bicker with them. It was nothing more than finding another sect territory.
"We …"
Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, the elder of the Alchemist Temple was speechless, unable to refute Mo Qingyun's words.
Mo Qingyun was right. When they had returned here, they wanted to borrow Mo Qingyun's deterrence.
Mo Qingyun dropped these words and led Zi Que and the others away, disappearing from the eyes of the people of the Alchemist Temple.
"Master, if we don't build a sect in the territory of the Alchemist Temple, where will we go next?"
After leaving the Temple of Alchemists, Zi Que asked Mo Qingyun about his plans with an inquiring expression.
After hearing Zi Que's question, Mo Qingyun pondered for a moment and came up with a plan. He said, "I just thought about it. If the Immortal Desolate World wants to build a solid foundation, we have to go through many tests. The Immortal Desolate World is not suitable."
When they heard Mo Qingyun's words, Zi Que and the others nodded in agreement with Mo Qingyun.
Only through repeated trials and tribulations would the foundation of the sect be more stable, and the space for growth in the future would also be greater.
"I heard that the Prison Wasteland Domain is very chaotic. Maybe we can go there and establish a sect."
Thinking of Qin Tu Mo in the Prison Wasteland Realm, Mo Qingyun's face lit up with anticipation. He planned to go there and try his luck.
If the Immortal Palace of Creation could gain a foothold there, it would mean that the Immortal Palace of Creation's ability to survive had passed the test.
Even if he had to leave the Wasteland Continent one day, he wouldn't have to worry anymore.
"Prison Wasteland World?"
When they heard Mo Qingyun's idea, Zi Que and the others were all shocked. They were extremely shocked by Mo Qingyun's idea.
They all knew that Mo Qingyun's purpose in establishing the Immortal Palace of Creation was to let Qing Yun's family members gain experience.
But establishing the Prison Wasteland World was too dangerous.
"Master, the Prison Wasteland World is too chaotic. I'm afraid that establishing the Immortal Palace of Creation is not appropriate."
"Yes, why don't you reconsider? There's no need to go to such a place to train the younger generation."
"The Immortal Desolate World is very big. If it's not in the ruins of the Alchemist Temple, you can build it elsewhere."
… …
Thinking of the dangers in the Prison Wasteland World, everyone tried to persuade him. They felt that it was not appropriate to go to the Prison Wasteland World.
"I know what you all are thinking, but I have my own plans."
In the face of everyone's persuasion, Mo Qingyun shook his head and rejected everyone's suggestion. "I can't stay in the Desolate Mainland forever. If I leave the Desolate Mainland one day, they will have to learn to be independent. Only in the most difficult environment can they be trained."
Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, no one said anything else. They felt that Mo Qingyun's consideration was right.
They were very clear that with Mo Qingyun's terrifying talent, leaving the Desolate Mainland was inevitable.
If Qing Yun Valley's people always relied on Mo Qingyun, it was obviously not possible.
If Mo Qingyun left one day, they would not be able to be independent. This was a very scary thing.
"Alright, let's hurry!"
After sharing his thoughts with everyone, Mo Qingyun sent them to the Fortune Mainland.
Next, Zi Que was in charge of rushing them to the Prison Wasteland World.
Once again entering the Fortune Mainland, Mo Qingyun immersed himself in cultivation, practicing the 《Nine Nether God and Devil Slash》.
With his current strength, practicing the later moves of the 《Nine Nether God and Devil Slash》 was a piece of cake.
"The 《Nine Nether God and Devil Slash》's second move, Hell Flame Slash, requires Hell Flames."
In a small courtyard on the Fortune Mainland, Mo Qingyun sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, studying the 《Nine Nether God and Devil Slash》 chant.
After studying the 《Nine Nether God and Devil Slash》 chant, Mo Qingyun tried to condense the Hell Flames' energy according to the 《Nine Nether God and Devil Slash》 chant.
Then, Mo Qingyun focused his mind and began to condense the Hell Flames' energy outside his body.
Under Mo Qingyun's guidance, gloomy and cold flames slowly gathered outside his body.
"Refine!"
After condensing the Hell Flames' energy, Mo Qingyun no longer hesitated and began refining it.
Under Mo Qingyun's refinement, the Hell Flames' energy was slowly absorbed into his body.
After a short while, Mo Qingyun refined the Nether Flame energy in the surroundings. He opened his eyes and raised his hand to take out the Tiger Soul.
Slash!
After taking out the Tiger Soul, Mo Qingyun immediately swung it and slashed at the void.
Immediately, a saber gleam that emitted a terrifying chill shot out from the Tiger Soul.
As the saber light blasted out, a layer of purple ice immediately condensed on the surrounding vegetation.
A huge crack appeared in the air as if the void had been sliced apart.
"Such a powerful and domineering god art!"
Seeing the Hell Flame Slash's power, Mo Qingyun was shocked. He exclaimed, "Judging from the 《Nine Nether God and Devil Slash》's power, although it is only a saint grade, its power is comparable to a quasi-cosmic cloud state."
Mo Qingyun sighed. He no longer hesitated and continued to practice the Nether Flame Slash.
In the following days, Mo Qingyun cultivated.
Time always passed very quickly during cultivation. In the blink of an eye, two months had passed.
After two months of traveling, Zi Que finally arrived at the Prison Wasteland Domain on the flying ship.
"Master, we have arrived at the Prison Wasteland World!"
After arriving at the Prison Wasteland World, Zi Que transmitted a message to Mo Qingyun, reporting their whereabouts.
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