Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 560 Sky Island

Zen, the secret place behind the mountain.

"Old Ancestor, do you really want to do this?"

Nearly a hundred elders gathered together, and the suzerain, Master Wu Cong, looked at the golden body of the Great Sun Dharma King suspended in mid-air on the altar, and said in a trembling voice.

"Yes, Patriarch, is there no other way?"

"When we gather all the Martial Emperors of the Zen sect, we don't believe that the spirit of swallowing the sky can't be destroyed."

"Yes, Patriarch, it's not the last moment, you should think twice."

The elders also dissuaded them one after another.

"Okay, I've made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me anymore."

The golden body of the Dharma King less than one foot high said, "You all know the content of the oracle. Even my body has been destroyed. Who is his opponent in the entire Zen sect?"

"The Earth Spirit Bull has also fallen into his hands now, and it will only be a matter of time before it is conquered. Even if I recast my body, it will not be able to recover to its former peak within a hundred years, and the growth rate of the Sky-Swallowing Spirit may be as fast as ten years." It has touched the edge of the Martial Emperor Realm, so it must be killed as soon as possible, every day of delay will be more dangerous, who would have thought that it would appear on the Mo family, this may be the number of days."

The suzerain Wu Cong said: "However, ancestor, we have never tried the great sacrifice of resurrecting the ancestor god. Without the blood of the Jiuli tribe, even if the ancestor god is awakened, I am afraid that we will not be able to have the expected strength. This is too risky. .”

Dharma King Da Ri said indifferently: "If there is no divine blood, there will be human blood to cover it."

Wu Cong's expression changed, and he said in a trembling voice, "How much blood do you need, 1 to [-]? I'm afraid even [-] is not enough."

Da Ri Dharma King said: "If 20 is not enough, then 20, if 30 is not enough, then [-]. As long as the ancestor god is resurrected, the whole Eight Desolation will be my Zen world. What does it matter if a few people die? Wu Cong, let's do it."

"Yes, suzerain, the ancestors are willing to sacrifice themselves in order to resurrect the ancestor gods. What else do you have to be afraid of?" an elder persuaded.

Wu Cong nodded, and finally made a decision. With a deep respect on his face, he knelt down in front of the Dharma King: "Old Ancestor, this disciple will abide by the decree of the Dharma."

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A sea, boundless.

Mo Lin sat on the white and red wide dragon's back, looking at the huge sea beasts jumping out of the water from time to time, secretly clicking his tongue.

Day and night, without rest or sleep, Mo Lin arrived at this sea area in only five days.

There was no need to inquire about it at all, Mo Lin knew through the induction in the Skynet that the old lair of the Wu Ling Cult, Yuntian Island, was in the depths of this sea.

"Master, let your faithful servant take the lead in this battle. Xiaobai's dragon's breath has been prepared long ago. Let the reptiles of the Witch Spirit Sect see the horror of my dragon clan and experience the majesty of my rosy dragon." , what do you think?"

The rosy white man who had just come out of the Linglong Tower and dutifully acted as a mount howled excitedly in Mo Lin's mind.

"Didn't you just finish spraying the dragon's breath on the earth spirit bull yesterday? Did you recover so quickly?"

Mo Lin exposed the white-faced red lie with a single sentence.

"Ah, oh, this, that... It's half recovered, but don't worry, even if it's only half, it's enough to turn Sky Island into ashes, that's..."

"Half?" Mo Lin interrupted, rosy and rosy, "How do I remember that you said that it would take three days and three nights to fully recover, and less than ten hours have passed, and you have recovered half of it. You lied to me before that ?”

"Master, you, can you not care about these details!"

Bailihong was in a hurry, he found that talking with Mo Lin always hit a wall, and he was always caught as a pigtail, "Although only [-]% has been recovered, [-]% is enough, like a small island like Yuntian Island, Bailihong The adults just need to..."

"Ahead is Yuntian Island."

Mo Lin once again interrupted the white and rosy, a certain dragon looked at a huge palace in the distance supported by nine giant pillars thicker than the earth spirit cow, opened his mouth wide, and couldn't speak anymore up.

"Just what?"

Mo Lin sensed the change in his rosy mood, and asked.

"Are you trying to say that you only need a breath of dragon's breath to burn everything?"

Always thick-skinned and never knowing what shame is, the blushing blush said solemnly: "Master, I think one sip is enough, and I need to spray a few more."

"..."

Mo Lin had long learned from the Shura ancestor that Yuntian Island, the home of the Wuling Sect, was one of the four wonders of the Eight Desolation.

The nine jade pillars supporting the sky are ingenious workmanship, formed naturally, and the palace supported by the top of the jade pillars is not known who built it, and there is no record in the history of the Eight Desolation.

It is said that the first leader of the Wu Ling Sect was an ancient sea beast. After cultivating human form, he was the first to gain the moon near the water. He occupied the island, preached the scriptures, and recruited the residents of the island as believers. After tens of thousands of years of development and growth, finally It became one of the most powerful sects in the Eight Desolation.

Mo Lin reviewed the history of the Wu Ling Cult, and his spiritual consciousness spread out, wanting to explore the situation in the palace, but his perception was blocked by an invisible barrier, and he could no longer enter the palace even ten miles away.

"The magic circles of the three major sects are really extraordinary."

Mo Lin was not surprised. Every sect has formations to detect unknown outsiders, and also has formations to prevent people from being spied on. As one of the three most powerful sects in the Eight Desolation, Wuling Sect, if they even block There is no formation of spiritual consciousness, but it is not normal.

Molin sat on the dragon's back, and as the distance approached, the huge outline of the palace in the sky quickly became clear.

"A radius of a hundred miles, no, at least 150 miles!"

The palace was surrounded by clouds and mist, full of fairy spirit, Mo Lin signaled that he was flying high, but he was surprised that the huge palace complex was deserted, and there was no one in sight.

"Ok?"

Mo Lin frowned slightly, and worked his eyesight silently. Under the true and false vision, all illusions of the magic circle turned into nothingness. His eyes fell on a square in front of the palace, and he finally saw a thin figure.

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