This tree demon's feelings for Mo Li, a disciple of the Pure Yang Palace, was really surprising.
It seemed that for so many years, she often went out and was busy looking for Mo Li, whose life and death was unknown.
Now that Mo Li had fallen and reincarnated, the tree demon Twilight Mist still refused to give up.
Was it really a deep master and disciple relationship, or did Twilight Mist have other requests and fall on Mo Li?
Speaking of which, Ying Xiao and I are also obsessed with looking for Mo Li.
I don't know if there is a connection between the two …
Zhang Dongyun saw all this through the seal on Chen Chaoyan's body, and thought in his heart.
He was not in a hurry to find trouble with Twilight Mist, and let the other party take Chen Chaoyan to gain experience first.
Maybe through them, he could understand another secret.
Ao Kong returned to the Daming Palace in Chang 'an City and handed the damaged scroll-like magic treasure to Zhang Dongyun, "Good magic treasure, it made Old Seven use two swords."
Zhang Dongyun reached out and took the broken star dao map, "It's not a magic treasure refined by this tree demon herself, but from her master's hands."
Ao Kong chuckled and said, "I misjudged him in the past. This Mo Li hid his strength well …"
When Mo Li traveled the world in the past, he was not famous.
At that time, his cultivation realm was not as good as today's Twilight Mist.
But now thinking about it, he probably deliberately hid his strength in the past.
The inheritance of the Pure Yang Palace was not his true foundation.
Twilight Mist's Star Yi Grand Magic lineage was the true legacy she inherited from Mo Li.
"This dao technique is very unfamiliar." Ao Kong said.
Zhang Dongyun said casually, "Maybe sister-in-law knows it."
Hearing this, Ao Kong's expression suddenly collapsed, "Boss, can we not mention this?"
Zhang Dongyun smiled and said nothing.
Ao Kong naturally took the opportunity to change the topic "Just like Ying Xiao, that bastard went undercover from the Tai Qing Palace to the Pure Yang Palace, Mo Li, that dead cow's nose, went to the Pure Yang Palace, it seems that his motive is not pure."
Zhang Dongyun said, "There's something more interesting."
Ao Kong heard this and looked at him. His tone was neither fast nor slow. "The person who caused Mo Li's death and reincarnation should be the scholar who enlightened Qi Mo."
"This is indeed interesting." Ao Kong sneered. "But, where is this guy now?"
"Once we figure out what Mo Li is up to, this Fang Cun will have nowhere to hide," Zhang Dongyun said calmly.
Ao Kong nodded. "Then this tree demon …"
"Let's see what she's capable of. There's no need to rush now," said Zhang Dongyun. "You should focus more on cultivation. You can take control of the Southern Wasteland yourself."
He wasn't asking Ao Kong to go to the Southern Wasteland.
Just as he said just now, Ao Kong's top priority now was to cultivate hard and strive to improve his cultivation strength.
He was even more mature than before. He now had the ability to refine many types of demonic blood, achieving his own great abilities.
At present, he already had the blood of the Phantom Clam, the Golden-winged Roc, the Mountain-moving Demonic Ape, and the Phantom Dragon.
Ao Kong had refined them for a long time and mastered them. Everything was under his control.
Now, he could consider more.
In the Southern Wasteland, there were various demonic clans and major demonic sects that raised great demons for blood.
To Ao Kong, it was simply an inexhaustible treasure trove that he couldn't use up.
He could carefully select the most powerful demonic bloodline that suited him the most.
Although the Evil Copper Peak, Nine Saints Palace, and other places were trampled flat by Zhang Dongyun, in fact, he didn't forget to take care of his brothers.
Whether it was the Tao Wu or the Nine-Headed Snakelet, he specially kept one for demonic cultivation in preparation for demonic cultivation.
It wasn't just Ao Kong. Other people in Chang 'an who could walk the demonic path could strive to make contributions and be rewarded with demonic blood by Chang' an.
Of course, right now, Ao Kong was the priority.
However, Ao Kong smiled and said, "Seven demonic clans, five demonic sects. Sounds like a big name, but there aren't many that can catch my eye."
To a certain extent, those that could catch his eye, such as the Golden-winged Roc, had already fallen into his hands.
The only ones that could catch Ao Kong's eye were the Mysterious Armored Dragon of Dragon City, the Nine-Headed Snakelet of Nine Saints Palace, and the Five-Colored Peacock.
However, he didn't plan to choose the Mysterious Armored Dragon or the Five-Colored Peacock.
"The Nine-Headed Snakelet is not in a hurry. I'm a little tempted by the Nether Locust Tree, but it's mainly out of novelty. I want to try the Plant Demonic Clan."
Ao Kong shook his head. "But I estimate that the Nether Locust Tree's Theurgy will take decades to cultivate. We don't have time for that now."
True Plant Demonic Clans cultivated much slower than other demonic clans.
A few decades was nothing to them.
However, Ao Kong didn't want to stay in the same place for decades.
Since he started cultivating, he rarely relied on seclusion.
"So, what's your plan?" Zhang Dongyun asked calmly.
Ao Kong smiled. "Other than the Seven Demonic Clans and Five Demonic Clans, there are many other demonic clans in the Southern Wilderness. There's no lack of interesting ones."
"Go and make your own decision."
Zhang Dongyun waved his hand casually. "I'll keep an eye on Ying Er for you."
"Thanks, Boss." Ao Kong waved goodbye to Zhang Dongyun and left Chang 'an City.
Zhang Dongyun turned his gaze to Su Po.
While he was talking to Ao Kong, Su Po, alone with his sword, had already swept through the Western Regions.
Through the runes on his body, Zhang Dongyun could see that Su Po had already challenged Huan Shan Temple and Sensual Temple of the Western Regions' four major Buddhist sects.
Huan Shan Temple's Abbot Yuanfeng of Huan Shan Temple died on the spot.
Feeling Temple's Abbot Xiankong of Sensual Temple fled.
Now, Su Po was chasing Abbot Xiankong all the way to Dabei Temple.
Abbot Xiankong was one of the three masters of the Western Regions. His cultivation was at the Fourteenth Realm of Buddhism, and he had achieved the Boundless Realm of Dharmakaya.
In the entire Western Region, he was like a Buddha in every household. He was like a Buddha that walked the earth.
But now, he had been attacked by Su Po, and there was nothing he could do but try his best to escape.
Seeing that he was fleeing to Dabei Temple, where there was another Dharmakaya master of the Western Regions, Abbot Huai Yong, Su Po seemed to be indifferent.
Abbot Huai Yong had already sensed Abbot Xiankong before he even got close to Dabei Temple.
Around Dabei Temple, there was suddenly a boundless Buddha's light, and the sound of Buddha's chanting spread in all directions.
The world with Dabei Temple as the center seemed to have turned into a pure land of Buddhism that was independent of the Greater World.
Abbot Xiankong rushed into the pure land of Buddhism without any hindrance.
Su Po, who was chasing him, was immediately blocked by the Buddha's light.
However, his body only paused for a moment in mid-air, and suddenly there was a surge of sword aura, breaking the Buddha's light in front of him.
In the Buddha's light, flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses sprouted from the ground. Wu Qiong's sweet rain sprinkled down, dispelling the hostility in all directions.
Su Po's sword aura was also shrouded by the sweet rain.
But it was still sharp.
The sweet rain of Buddhism in Dabei Temple dispelled the killing intent and hostility, and dispelled the enemy.
Many masters of the evil sects were cleansed by the sweet rain, and voluntarily put down their butcher's knife and converted to Buddhism.
But at this moment, they could not stop Su Po's invisible sword.
Su Po's sword destroyed and destroyed everything.
One sword broke ten thousand swords, one sword broke ten thousand spells, as if it was the end of all things.
But it did not contain the hostility of killing intent.
There was a beginning and an end, and all things had their own end.
But at this moment, Su Po's sword replaced everything, and put an end to everything that was blocking in front of him.
The sweet rain of Dabei Temple had no effect on Su Po's sword.
On the contrary, Su Po's sword completely destroyed the merciful sweet rain, cutting a blank space in the gentle wind and drizzle.
Abbot Huai Yong of Dabei Temple put his palms together, and chanted, "Buddha is merciful …"
As early as thirty years ago, there was a public opinion that "Sword Demon" Su Po, whose sword was invincible, was actually one or two of the least murderous of the Twelve Kings of Hell.
Whether it was "Pure Yang Banished Deity" Ying Xiaowo or "Astro Sovereign" Chu Yaoguang, the blood on their hands was far more than Su Po's.
As for "Sky Wolf" Yang Li, "Ape Dragon King" Ao Kong, and others, it was needless to say.
Even Shen Herong, who cultivated in Confucianism, was more murderous than Su Po.
During the incident in the Immortals, Su Po was not present because he was cultivating in seclusion.
So today, the two great monks of the Western Region fought with Su Po face to face.
Su Po's sword did not have much murderous intent or hostility.
But it was this kind of sword that they could not block at all.
After Huan Shan Temple and Feng Ye Temple, Dabei Temple's protective restriction was also cut open by Su Po's sword.
Abbot Huai Yong could only order his disciples to retreat while working together with Abbot Xiankong to block this malefic star in front of them.
When two fourteenth-level Buddhist great monks worked together, their power was not to be underestimated.
But Su Po's expression was normal, and he was at ease. Sword after sword, he suppressed the two great Buddhist masters to the point that they could not block.
Abbot Xiankong and Abbot Huai Yong were both shocked.
They had participated in the incident in the Immortals together, and together with a group of other masters, they attacked the Twelve Kings of Hell.
At that time, most of the Twelve Kings of Hell were injured due to the incident in the Immortals, and they were ambushed in the chaos.
However, their tyrannical strength still made the besiegers complain incessantly, leaving a deep impression.
Of the Four Holy Monks of the Western Region, two were dead and two were injured.
The lucky survivors, Abbot Xiankong and Abbot Huai Yong, had been recovering from their injuries for many years.
That battle had gotten rid of a major threat, but it had also become a nightmare in the hearts of the survivors.
But …
Abbot Huai Yong clearly felt that the Su Po in front of him seemed to be even more unstoppable.
Even those who were fourteenth-level Kings of Hell would not be able to defeat the current Su Po if they were not injured.
Maybe only the Evil Emperor, who was the leader, could compete with him …
He looked at Abbot Xiankong, who was also in a sorry state, and exchanged glances with him. He knew that the other had the same thought.
The two of them worked together, but they could only block a few moves before they were quickly defeated.
Su Po attacked again, and Abbot Huai Yong could not block it. He could only dodge.
As a result, the ancient Dabei Temple and the mountain peak below were split into two by Su Po's sword.
Just as Su Po was about to unleash a chain of attacks without stopping, suddenly there was a series of explosions in the distance and lightning shot out in all directions.
Three different bolts of Thunder.
One came from martial artists, swift and fierce.
One came from Daoism, ethereal and lofty.
One came from Confucianism, orderly and orderly.
The three bolts of Thunder broke through the air, and each of them was earth-shattering, as if the heavens were sending down divine punishment.
Seeing this, Su Po attacked three times in a row and destroyed all three bolts of Thunder.
The divine punishment seemed to have nowhere to go in front of him.
However, with the help of these three bolts of Thunder, Abbot Huai Yong and Abbot Xiankong finally caught their breath and were not in danger.
"Thank you, benefactors," the two monks said at the same time.
The people who helped them out were the three fourteenth-level experts from Middle Earth.
Sect Master of Tai Qing Palace, Peng Ziling.
Sect Master of Developing Saint Manor, Kong Shengzhen.
Martial Emperor of Great Qian Dynasty, Qian Emperor Song Jun.
The experts of Daoism, Confucianism, and Wu attacked together. Taishi Formless Divine Thunder, Saintly Way Heavenly Thunder, and Thunder Tribulation Spear attacked together, and the three bolts of thunder appeared as if they could destroy the world.
Abbot Huai Yong and Abbot Xiankong knew that they had to be careful when facing such an attack. If they made a mistake, it would be a great danger.
However, such a powerful attack was easily neutralized by Su Po.
Su Po glanced at the three from Middle Earth and finally looked at Kong Shengzhen, the Sect Master of Developing Saint Manor.
In Chang 'an City's Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun looked at the situation from Su Po's perspective and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Kong Shengzhen wanted to lead the trouble to someone else. He took Su Po to Northern Mang Emperor Xian Kaiyang, hoping to watch from the sidelines.
But would Su Po give him the chance?
Although he used Kong Shengzhen to lead the way, he also beat Kong Shengzhen half to death.
This way, no matter how Su Po and Xian Kaiyang fought, Kong Shengzhen couldn't hide and take advantage of it.
Zhang Dongyun knew the sharpness of Su Po's sword better than anyone else.
In a short time, his sword became sharper and sharper.
If he asked Xian Kaiyang to fight with Su Po now, the scale of victory might be tilted slightly.
Zhang Dongyun didn't know what Huai Yong and Xiankong were thinking, but in fact, Master Zhang thought the same as them.
Right now, Su Po's Sword Dao was stronger than the Twelve Kings of Hell when they were at their peak.
Even if the Evil Emperor Ming Tonghui came back, he wouldn't have the confidence to defeat the current Su Po.
Su Po was able to achieve his current Sword Dao not only by killing and surpassing his past self, but also by the guidance of Zhang Dongyun's Celestial Thearch Sword.
It wasn't strange for him to have such achievements.
Of course, 30 years was an extremely long time for geniuses like the Twelve Kings of Hell.
Especially when they said they were at their peak, but that was only in comparison to the difficulties they faced later.
In fact, they were still on the rise back then.
If they didn't waste these 30 years, how much progress could they have made? It was really tempting.
But now, all of this was just a hypothesis.
And Su Po alone could sweep through an area with his sword.
When facing him, a Fourteenth Realm expert could only try his best to escape and save his life.
If he didn't focus on Xian Kaiyang, Kong Shengzhen might not have been able to escape if Su Po chased him to the end.
Even if he escaped with his life, he would be heavily injured. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have recovered so quickly.
But just now, Kong Shengzhen seemed to be fine.
"Mister Su, long time no see," Kong Shengzhen said Slowly.
Su Po's gaze moved away from him and landed on Dabei Temple's Abbot Huai Yong, then turned to look in another direction.
There, a dragon roar sounded, and Caged Dragon Sect's Dragon Emperor Jie Feng appeared.
Two Buddhism's Infinite Dharma Bodies, two Martial Emperors who dominated the world, one Confucian Sage Grandmaster, and one Taoist Yang God.
A total of six Fourteenth Realm experts arrived and surrounded Su Po.
However, Su Po's expression was normal, but Kong Shengzhen and the others looked serious.
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