Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 564 Negotiations Fail, Relationship Ends in Disagreement

"Oh? Lord Moro knows me?"

The Golden Core clone asked, somewhat surprised.

Moro, with a calm expression, praised him sincerely:

"Second Master, in the battle of Fenglingdao, we killed two Venerable clones, more than ten top Nascent Soul cultivators, and captured dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators. The battle shocked the world."

Even in my many years of wandering the world, I have rarely encountered such a brilliant and extraordinary talent. Who in the world does not know him?

Li Wushou's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this.

During this period, his appearance did indeed spread widely.

He had no intention of hiding anything, so even in the most humble teahouses, he described things vividly.

However, as time went on, these descriptions became so perplexing that it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Some say he possessed extraordinary divine abilities, and his true form should be three heads and six arms;
Some say he was originally an evil spirit born in the outer sea, capable of transforming into all things;

Some say he is the illegitimate son of the Great Lord Zhenhai, and that he is just as robust as the Great Lord Zhenhai.
But for someone who is interested, it is not difficult to confirm his appearance.

Therefore, while it was surprising that Moro knew him, it was also within reason.

Nodding slightly, the Golden Core clone smiled and said:
"That would be my honor!"

Moro waved his hand, a smile on his face, but then changed the subject and asked:
"Previously, the Blood Sea Sacred Domain went to compete for the Sealed Spirit Path opportunity, which is the natural order of things. The Blood Sea Sacred Domain suffered one death and one injury, which is truly due to their inferior skills."

The second master was able to spare someone's life, which clearly showed he didn't take it to heart.

Why have you crossed over from another realm today to obstruct my son's path?
"And to think that you used the methods of a powerful lord to take my son's life?"

As Li Wushou listened to Moro's words, he felt an indescribable sense of unease.

He could not sense even the slightest negative emotion in Moro.

Whether it was the death of Mo Cang or the deaths and injuries of the people from the Holy Domain, to Moro, they were all insignificant strangers.

Is the death of a son like the death of a stray dog?
Suspicious in his heart, the Golden Core clone shrugged and replied:
"I came to the Beast Realm not to target the Holy Lord and his son, but to rescue his life at the invitation of my friend, White Bone."

As for the Holy Son, it was a last resort. The Holy Son was incredibly powerful, and if I hadn't protected myself, I would very likely have been the one to die. I never expected the Holy Son to perish because of this, and I hope the Holy Lord will forgive me.”

Moro's eyes twitched slightly, as if even with his good temper, he was quite speechless at Li Wushou's words.

He witnessed Mo Cang's blood body's resistance and struggle within the golden sea of ​​blood.

Is this what you call self-preservation?

Is it possible that you're the one who's going to die?
After a long silence, he turned to look at the white bone cicada clone standing to the side.

He always felt that there was an inexplicable relationship between the two.

The two men were somewhat similar in both their Taoist practices and methods.

He initially thought the skeleton was an avatar of Li Wushou, but when the two stood together, their distinct spiritual fluctuations clearly indicated that they were not the same person.

Moreover, these white bones clearly belong to some kind of spirit or monster.

All his instincts revealed him to be a bloodthirsty person, which made Moro, who was playing with blood essence, feel a deep-seated aversion to him.

But at this moment, the great change in the world has not yet begun. His wisp of Yang God is only to assist Mo Cang in reversing the laws of all beasts, suppressing and dismantling the Yang Gods of all beasts to create a sea of ​​blood.

If their combat strength is even inferior to Mo Cang's, what else can we do but treat these two with kindness and politeness?

Those who can survive one or two major upheavals in history are most adept at assessing the situation and making judgments.

Those who don't know how to bend over are long dead!

"The Second Master is surrounded by truly talented people. Fellow Daoist Bai Gu is also one in a million in terms of potential. His advancement to the Venerable level is just around the corner."

"I wonder where my Blood Sea Sacred Domain has offended Fellow Daoist White Bone?"

Upon hearing this, the White Bone Cicada clone replied with the same calm expression:

"I have met the Lord of Blood Sun. I am not here to target the Holy Lord and Holy Son. I came at the invitation of my friend, Venerable Ten Thousand Beasts, to collect his remains and investigate the cause of his death."

Unexpectedly.

Moro fell silent again.

This skeleton's ability to choke was no less than that of the Second Master of the Three Immortals Mountain beside him. If the two hadn't noticed something amiss, the remnant body of the myriad beasts' yang spirit would probably have been devoured by this skeleton long ago!
To collect the remains?

What a clever way to collect the remains!
He truly is a good friend to all beasts!

So, according to these two, it's ultimately their father and son's fault?

Moro was quite angry, and after a long silence, he spoke again:
"Since that's the case, let's leave it at that for now. May you both have a long and prosperous future together!"

Having said that, he was about to dissipate the light and shadow and disappear into the void.

Just then, Li Wushou's golden core clone, which was about to point at the altar, slightly bent his finger, and suddenly, nets appeared in the void around the altar.

"Your Majesty, please wait. Li Wushou has always admired immortal masters. He is still troubled by the accidental killing of the Holy Son. I would like to ask Your Majesty to enter the Sealed Spirit Path so that I can make amends."

Moro's figure sometimes appears real, sometimes illusory, and then sometimes real again.

The void sealed him off, preventing him from escaping.

Looking back at Li Wushou's golden core clone, his face was ashen, and he asked in a cold voice:
"Is the Second Master unwilling to let things end peacefully? Is he determined to become an enemy of the Blood Sea Sacred Domain?"

Nevertheless, Moro still exuded a warm aura.

The Golden Core clone sighed softly, replying with a touch of melancholy:
"I also wanted to befriend the Holy Lord, but unfortunately, I mistakenly killed the Holy Son. How can I feel at ease befriending the Holy Lord? The Holy Lord's wisp of Yang spirit has seen too much; it's better to leave it behind!"

As they spoke, Li Wushou glanced at Moro's left palm and asked curiously:
"Oh, by the way, why did the Holy Lord reunite the shattered Purple Moon?"

Moro's pupils constricted slightly, did you notice?
Before he could react, he heard Li Wushou ask again:

"Is this Mo Cang truly the Holy Lord's son? Or is Mo Cang himself the Holy Lord?"

Moro stared at Li Wushou, his expression somber.

Seemingly ignoring Li Wushou's question and showing no inclination to answer, he instead asked in return with a solemn expression:
"Li Wushou, do you really think you've got me cornered? If that's the case, then let's just part ways."

At this moment, Moro no longer addressed him as "fellow Daoist" and "Second Master," seemingly having accepted Li Wushou's unwillingness to resolve the matter amicably.

After asking the question, Moro took a step forward.

Just then, the white bone cicada clone that had been standing quietly to the side let out a soft laugh.

"The Holy Lord is good in every way, except his acting skills are a bit lacking."

The moment he finished speaking, a flash of white light appeared in his palm, and a white bone foot knife appeared in his hand. He then slashed fiercely at the towering blood-red monument behind the altar.

If it weren't for the purpose of pinpointing the location where Moro's wisp of Yang spirit resided.

He doesn't have time to waste on that!

Just now, he finally locked onto this point: the opponent's Yang Spirit was inside the Crimson Monument.

The figure on the altar is merely a reflection of its yang spirit.

Moro's method is truly mysterious. Even Li Wushou's golden core clone could hardly see through the details of the light and shadow, but he was able to discern through the aura of flesh and blood that another yang spirit remained on the monument.

How could Moro not know his plans?
The blade sliced ​​through the monument, and even with the White Bone Cicada clone going all out, the Moro Yang God, who could only unleash his top-tier Nascent Soul power, could not withstand it.

The monument split in two, revealing the Yang spirit of Moro.

Unlike the figure on the altar, Moro's eyes were now one purple and one red, as if reflecting the sun and moon.

"laugh!"

Blood spurted out, and a large amount of blood flowed from Moro's waist and abdomen, his entire Yang God was cut in half at the waist.

A terrifying killing intent raged within Moro's body until his mind was extinguished.

Moro gazed at the two of them, and at this moment his face finally showed emotion.

Resentment and murderous intent were undisguised.

A purple-gold flame rose up from the broken body of the Yang God.

Moro said in a cold voice:

"We offer sacrifices to the Sun God as he returns to Heaven, and respectfully welcome the opportune time!"

(End of this chapter)