Ling Shu spoke Mo Yu with doubts, but Lu Tian's words could gain all his trust.

After a while, he nodded slowly, "Okay! I will temporarily break through to the imperial rank."

He raised his hand and pointed to disperse the imperial seal that was about to be formed.

"The master does not have to do this." The voice of Lu Tian continued to sound, "The seventy-two thrones of the heavens are so precious. Even if the master does not want to break through, he does not need to transfer it to others."

"This imperial seal was born because of the master. If you don't want to merge, you can give it to other monks after making a slight change."

Mo Yu's eyes lit up slightly, "Can you do this?"

"Can."

"Then let's do it."

In the soul space, Lu Tian raised his hand and pointed it out, and the invisible aura spread out, which immediately changed the tremor of the surrounding heaven and earth rules, causing changes to appear during the condensation of the imperial seal.

After a few breaths, he stopped and said, "It's OK. However, this move violates the rules and will of heaven and earth. The imperial seal must merge with the monks within a quarter of an hour, otherwise it will still dissipate." His voice was still calm, but he showed deep fatigue. It was obvious that doing this would cause him a lot.

Mo Yu's current cultivation level is naturally different from the past. The seventy-two thrones of the heavens are limited to the original rules of heaven and earth. The condensed imperial seal is protected by him. No one can interfere in it.

This is also the reason why he dared to break through his cultivation without fear of being locked by the Ancestor of the Stars.

Lu Tian was able to change the rules for temporarily blinding the origin of the imperial seal. This method is a despicable method!

It is worthy of being the strongest existence in the sequence of immortality, but unfortunately, other origin fragments cannot be found for many years, otherwise the power of the Tribulation and Rutian will inevitably be stronger.

Consolidate his mind, Mo Yu said lightly: "Come back."

Ling Shu's spiritual eyes flashed. She had already felt that there were several hidden powerful auras in Mo Yu's body, but she did not expect that she could change the imperial seal condensed!

She lowered her head and said yes. She took one step and turned into a shadow again, integrating into his body.

Mo Yu looked up, and the powerful mind was emitting it using the imperial seal as a medium. After a few breaths, his eyes flashed, "I am still persisting until now... I will give you a chance."

His mind moved, and his powerful soul power merged into the imperial seal. This object trembled and disappeared.

...

In the secret room, the middle-aged monk sat cross-legged with white temples, bursting out his own breath with all his strength and blasting into the surrounding nothingness.

But the resonance from the rules of heaven and earth has become less and less, and at this point, it has almost completely disappeared.

His eyes opened, with a bitter look on his face, "I failed again... Could it be that I, Nangong Wushuang, can only stop at the Young Emperor level in this life?"

Suddenly, the man groaned, and a black air rose from his chest and abdomen, squirming under his skin, as ferocious as a ghost claw.

His body suddenly trembled, revealing endless pain.

After a long time, the black air slowly subsided. Nangong Wushuang opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of black blood, and his face turned pale.

"This magical secret technique continues to erode and devour your cultivation. In this case, you can't hold on for too long." A plain voice suddenly rang in the secret room.

"Who!" Nangong Wushuang's face changed, and his powerful aura suddenly burst out, but his heart was filled with fear.

This secret room was for him to break through. His defense was extremely strong and he was directly invaded without being noticed. If he had taken action against him before, he would be afraid that he would have died.

With this in mind, Nangong Wushuang felt even more afraid and was sweating coldly behind her back.

The space twisted slightly, and a phantom appeared from it. His face was slightly blurred, and his bright eyes were as deep as the sea of ​​stars. At this moment, he fell down calmly and had an invisible deterrent aura, which made Nangong Wushuang dare not move slightly.

"Shen...See you, sir, I wonder where I can serve you?" He spoke in a trembling voice, fear spreading in his heart.

"I can relieve the hidden dangers on you, and also give you great luck, so that your future will be different from now." The phantom spoke lightly.

Nangong Wushuang raised his head suddenly, his heart beat hard, and his mouth was dry! Although he didn't know why, it was his only chance now. If he missed it, he would die miserably soon.

Kneel down with a "thump" sound, and he growled, "As long as the adult can help me and make me avenge my family, Nangong Wushuang is willing to become a slave under the adult's seat, and for the adult to drive it to remain unchanged forever!"

The phantom nodded slightly, "Very good, remember what you said today, otherwise I can make you successful and destroy you."

He raised his hand and pointed, and a golden square seal appeared immediately and directly rushed into Nangong Wushuang's chest.

boom--

The billions of rules trembled at the same time, and the vast power of heaven and earth turned into a vortex, pouring into his body wildly, causing his breath to thrive.

Click—

With a crisp sound in the soul, the stagnant cultivation suddenly burst out and entered a new state.

Everything in the world is under your feet, and every move seems to have a huge force!

With a loud bang, the entire secret room was broken by the surge of force, and the invisible energy rushed into the sky, stirring up the changes in the wind and clouds.

At this moment, the seventy-two thrones of the heavens were complete again.

Nangong Wushuang slowly opened his eyes, looked down at his hands, his heart full of ecstasy and excitement.

He... broke through the imperial rank...

Although I couldn't believe it, the vast power like an endless ocean in my body and the dissipated power of destruction all reminded him that this was not a dream.

Suddenly thinking about something, Nangong Wushuang suddenly looked up and his eyes fell on the phantom in front of him. After achieving the imperial rank, the phantom, which was originally unfathomable with a strong pressure, suddenly became ordinary, and his aura seemed to be slightly weaker than him.

But after a little hesitation, Nangong Wushuang still did not get up, his expression became more and more respectful, and he leaned over and bowed, "Nangong Wushuang, see you!"

"Very good, you have not been blinded by the surge in your mind, otherwise you are dead now." The phantom said lightly, "Remember, I am given to you by the Emperor Seal. If you can't satisfy me, I can take it back at any time."

"Don't tell anyone what's going on today, and don't do anything. After breaking through the imperial rank, someone will soon come to win over and choose the Savage Holy Sect to wait for my orders."

After saying that, the phantom trembled and then quickly dissipated.

Nangong Wushuang hurriedly looked up, "Sir, I don't know what to call you?"

"When you should know, you will know naturally." A faint voice was still echoing in your ears, and the phantom disappeared completely.

Swish-

Swish-

Inspiration flashed in the air, dozens of figures gathered, and all their faces were excited.

"Ancestor! You have broken through!"

"Imperial rank! My Nangong family actually has an imperial rank!"

"That's great, it's really great!"

For a moment, no one noticed that Nangong Wushuang was still kneeling on the ground. He stood up quietly, his eyes swept across the surroundings with great majesty, and roared, "Call up the strong family members, and follow this emperor to take action in three days to wipe out the Xiling Demon Sect!"

"Yes, Emperor!"

The monks of the Nangong family roared, and ecstasy burst into their eyes. The blood feud of the family can finally be avenged!

After everyone's excitement dissipated, Nangong Wushuang looked up and looked at the disappearance of the phantom, with gratitude in his eyes.

"Is the Sage of the Wild Sect? Don't worry, sir, I will follow your instructions and wait for your arrival."

...

In the battle of Beihaixing, the son of Jiuxiao Shendao Sect, Mo Yu, took action and killed the Yanyang God Emperor of the Stars.

The Jiangshan Sect exploded from top to bottom, urging the formation of moving mountains and seas to bury all invading monks.

Once the news spread, it once again caused shocks in the heavens.

Against this backdrop, the invitation of the new god emperor Nangong Ancestor to join the scene seems extremely low-key and has not attracted much attention.

...

Junjie Mountain and Sea Plane.

Outside a huge city, more than a dozen monks were preparing to set out and enter 100,000 deserted mountains to hunt giant beasts.

The monk with a bearded face stood at the city gate, listening to the story of the few people spitting and flying in the distance, with a smile of relief in his eyes and whispered: "Junior brother, it turns out that today, you are so strong, but I will not give up for you. One day I will catch up with you."

"Xun Zhao! Xun Zhao! We are going to set off!"

"Hurry up, the magma beast I'm going to kill this time depends entirely on your ice magical powers to deal with it!"

"This time we succeed, let's have fun again when we come back!"

The bearded monk turned around and laughed, walked over quickly, set off with his companions, and rushed towards the mountains in the distance.

...

In the restaurant, many monks talked about their own experiences or heard about them, and were very lively.

Suddenly, a bitter breath came, causing a sudden silence here.

Countless monks turned around and looked at the monks walking towards the door, with fear in their eyes.

This is a swordsman in blue, with a handsome face and a expressionless expression, especially those eyes, cold and silent without any emotional fluctuations.

The invisible sword intent swallowed and spitted in his body, and seemed to explode at any time, destroying everything around him.

Gulu—

As the sound of swallowing and spitting, a monk had already quietly stood up and wanted to leave quickly.

The blue-shirted swordsman strode to a long table. Regardless of the change in expressions of the few people on the table, he sat down straight and spoke slowly, "You continue talking."

His voice was cold and crisp, like two sharp swords rubbing against each other, and it made hairs suddenly appear behind him.
To be continued...