Two days later, someone suddenly heard that the Moro Immortal Sect had reappeared.
When everyone rushed there excitedly, they found thousands of monks huddled together, shouting and cursing from time to time.
The black-armored monk who broke into the Dragon Palace alone was surrounded by everyone, looking at everyone with a calm smile.
There is no Moro Immortal Sect at all, but this monk uses the name of the Immortal Sect to attract people.
He claimed to be the worldly traveler of Yu Shen Palace, and also took the title of No. 1 Scholar. He followed the traces of Yu Tong, the traitor of Shen Yu, and entered the Moro Realm.
He arrogantly asked those who had nothing to do with him to leave Moro immediately, so as to avoid conflicts with others and accidentally injuring innocent people in the process of searching for Yu Tong.
No one here knows who Yu Tong is, and no one thinks that the handsome monk in front of them can be compared with the invincible Yu Tong, even if he is wearing a frightening armor. The ridicule suddenly sounded, like the seductive noise of ghosts in the netherworld.
Seeing that everyone still didn't understand, the black-armored monk began to shake his head and lament that the world was ignorant.
It had only lasted ten breaths, and except for a few people who had said nothing from the beginning to the end, all the monks had become wailing ghosts all over the place.
The worldly traveler who wore armor like a demon suddenly took off his armor and robes, and he seemed to have turned into a gentle scholar.
He lifted the injured up one by one and asked them one by one whether they would like to go to the Hongshan Bookstore he opened to study and cultivate their character, or whether they would like to return to their own world and never become a misfortune again.
Wen Zhuangyuan's warm smile made people feel no warmth at all, only the bone-chilling coldness of falling into the endless cold abyss.
A dozen stubborn monks cursed loudly and were forcibly bound away. They were imprisoned in the Hongshan Bookstore where they came from, and were forced to read sages' articles by the top scholar Wen Zhuangyuan.
He bluntly said that if he could not understand the feelings of literature, he would be trapped in Shuxuan forever, and would never be able to see the sun and moon in his old world again.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the monks who had a little bit of brains immediately said they were going home and dispersed. In fact, no one left.
They quickly spread the news that a strange literary champion had appeared in the Moro world to every corner of the world.
Shi Prajna from the Buddhist Zen Realm claimed to have resisted the Kaitian Divine Artifact without any injuries. However, after hearing the news, he came with only one stump of his leg and was dragged into the Hongshan Bookstore.
The Kaiwan Realm is extremely dark, and he boasts that his soul power is unparalleled. I wonder how many tricks Yu Tong can do under his hands, and he laughs at the gods. When Yu has no one, he will destroy the world, and he is poked through the fontanel with a finger and takes out his soul.
, the soul is trapped in Hongshan Bookstore.
Muyun Jiewei was wounded seven times. He claimed that he didn't need eight wounds to kill, but he was captured alive without even a single wound. He was hung in the sun at the entrance of Hongshan Bookstore for three days and three nights.
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Either because of their true talents or their reputation, the monks who broke into the world of Moro suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer well-known masters.
On the contrary, the sound of reading in Hongshan Bookstore became louder and louder, and a strange atmosphere permeated the entire world.
Dulang, the great master of the Yueyue Realm, fled after hearing the news, but returned to Moro with the so-called ten brothers in an aggressive manner.
Searching everywhere for Wen Zhuangyuan, the traveler of Yu Shen Palace, clamoring that he should eat all the world's articles and die in the sea of books, but Wen Zhuangyuan single-handedly attacked the crowd, tied up eleven masters and stuffed them into Hongshan Bookstore.
On that day, this atmosphere reached its extreme.
The strange traveler, the inexplicable Wen Zhuangyuan, is dressed in ferocious black armor, and his attacks are ruthless, but he never kills anyone recklessly, as long as they study and do good.
The monks from all walks of life, who are not afraid of the ups and downs of the blood sea, have never seen such unpredictable methods.
The hunter becomes the killed, and the troublemaker becomes the ghost in the situation. This has been the norm since ancient times. However, no one expected that the Moro chaos that has raged for thousands of years will be read aloud like a flood.
The sound suppressed the flames of war.
In just ten days, the world of Moro, which had been troubled for thousands of years, fell silent.
Centenary monks no longer need to be under the protection of the sect to travel across the world.
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The great masters of the millennium did not dare to show off their power as in the past, because no one wanted to be caught by Xingzhe Wen Zhuangyuan and pinned to the desk.
Heitan Ling, the master of the Moro Immortal Sect who returned from the Zhenwu God Realm, had not had time to be happy that he hugged such a towering tree.
He sat dumbfounded beside the desk, looking at nearly a hundred people who had once been the bane of Moro. Under Shi Yu's reading, he honestly held a folk reading book and re-learned about human nature.
The sound of reading fills the small Hongshan Bookstore. The plaque hanging in the middle of the bookstore indicates that this is an authentic school for teaching and educating people, but the students in the school are a little special.
"Palace Master Shi, what are you..." Black Tan Ling trembled and pointed at the monks who were studying hard, not daring to speculate on Shi Yu's unpredictable methods.
"It's nothing. I regretted that I didn't get the top score in the exam. Today, I have a few more companions to review the past and gain some insights, hahaha.
What about Hua Xu? Do you want him to come and study? I think he looks like a scholar."
Shi Yu picked up the reading book in his hand and hit a monk with a slightly lower voice on the head. His voice immediately became louder and his posture became extremely upright.
"hiss!"
Ebony Ling took a breath of cold air. This monk was Shi Prajna who once resisted the Heaven-Opening Divine Artifact. Back then, he almost killed him into the Immortal Sect's formation and took away a divine weapon.
Today, Shi Prajna is holding a reading book like a well-behaved book boy, reading aloud the famous classics on human ethics and ethics with gusto.
"Master Shi, you caught all these within a few days?" Heitan Ling no longer dared to think that Shi Yu was just a powerful person with a slightly higher level of cultivation, so he used the honorific respectfully.
"Who told them to disobey? I persuaded them to leave the Moro Realm with good words.
Everyone thought that what I said turned a deaf ear, and they dared to say that only those with big fists can make the final decision!
Then you have to catch them and read them, know what it means to let them in without invitation, and see who has the really big fist!"
Shi Yu punched Du Lang on the head and shouted: "Come on! Answer this question!"
Du Lang immediately stood up humbly, bowed to Shi Yu as a student, and then replied loudly: "Sir, your fists are the biggest! Your principles are the truest!"
"Well said! Sit down!" Shi Yu nodded with satisfaction and smiled slightly at Ebony Ling.
Ebony Mausoleum felt like sitting on pins and needles, feeling that Shi Yu's smile contained boundless chill and murderous intent. He had already seen that these monks were not sincere in their studies at all, but had all been marked as slaves and lost themselves.
"You...how did you do that?" Heitanling looked at Shi Yu's face with a faint smile, and the hair on his face stood up.
"Of course they are good-hearted and they are asking me for advice!" Shi Yu said nonsense seriously.
Heitan Ling didn't dare to ask anymore, because Shi Yu was just laughing and didn't want to answer the question.
With a straight look on his face, Heitan Ling stood up and bowed his hands towards Shi Yu and said, "We, the Moro Immortal Sect, will follow the Master of Shi Palace and do our best to help Emperor Yu kill the rebels and restore the world of Shen Yu as soon as possible.
I will go back to tidy up the Immortal Sect and welcome the Lord of the Palace."
Shi Yu smiled, pointed at the dozens of monks studying and said, "Don't leave in a hurry!
I know the righteousness of the Ebony Sect Master, so these ninety-one monks will be given to the Ebony Sect Master as my thank you gift. The Moro Immortal Sect has been fighting for thousands of years and has not been able to survive, and these monks with decent cultivation can just make up for the losses.
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Ebony Ling's face suddenly turned bitter, and he still didn't have time to escape.
Of course, these monks who were marked as slaves by Shi Yu had amazing cultivation, but they were not loyal to the Moro Immortal Sect, but were Shi Yu's personal property.
When the relationship between the two parties is harmonious, it is a big help. Once there is a rift, this is a dagger stuck in the heart of Moro Xianmen.
But Heidanling didn't dare to give it up, and now Shi Yu's intention was very clear.
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You accepted my asylum and promised to help me put down the rebellion, but I don't completely trust you and must restrict you. The first test is to see if you dare to accept my servitude.
Heitan Ling no longer dared to talk to Shi Yu, pretended to be happy and thanked him, and left in a hurry with a group of former enemies.
Yu Wushang looked at Shi Yu without saying a word for a long time, his eyes flashing with the same entanglement and hesitation as Ebony Ling.
"What? Are you afraid that I will use this trick on you?" Shi Yu watched the Ebony Tomb disappear into the sky, turned around and saw Yu Wushang's expression, and couldn't help but laugh.
Yu Wushang nodded candidly and said: "I really feel that Yu Shen Palace is back again, and the royal family is just a puppet in the shadow of Yu Shen Palace."
"Hahaha! You don't have to think so. I'm not interested in power. I'm just paving the way for you.
Your big world needs to be managed by yourself.
I just want to fulfill my revenge wish as soon as possible and not let any of the murderers go. It’s not enough to just rely on you and me."
"I know, that's why I dare to say this. It's just that this feeling is too similar to the Yu Shen Palace weighing on the Shen Yu royal family." Yu Wushang sighed.
"After those slave cultivators were rebellious and executed, you can decide whether to kill or leave it to yourself. I will not interfere. In the future, I will not interfere with the establishment of a boundary to restore Shen Yu, so as not to worry you." Shi Yu patted Yu Wushang.
shoulder, turned and left.
Ling Xiao hurriedly followed and asked in a low voice: "Second brother, you have committed a big taboo by arresting so many powerful men and being marked as a slave. What if the monks in the world unite to deal with us?"
"We don't have the magic weapon to open the sky, so what are they doing together? To uphold justice?
Have you ever seen mad dogs fighting for food and cooperating with each other? If they do come, don’t be afraid, just catch them all, the wood spirit world is short of slaves..."
Looking at Shi Yu and Ling Xiao walking away while talking, Yu Wushang composed himself, grinned at the Three Martial Gods, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.
The three warrior gods stood there, looking left and right, and each picked up a book and flipped through a few pages.
When both parties were gone, he threw the book aside and left Hongshan to relax.
The empty Hongshan Bookstore, I wonder if new scholars will fill it.
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Shi Yu lay lazily on his seat, watching Yu Wushang and Heitan Ling make an oath to each other. His stay-away attitude made them feel at ease.
No one thought that the Moro Immortal Sect was actually hidden under the ruins of a deep ravine. The so-called break was just a false shot to lead people astray.
No one thought that the once famous Moro Immortal Sect had declined to the point where it had less than 10,000 disciples and only three top masters.
But Shi Yu didn't care. What he was interested in was the Heaven-Opening Artifact still held by the Moro Immortal Sect. Only this was the greatest guarantee for Yu Wushang to conquer all walks of life.
"Three martial gods, Zhenwu and Daxu have just opened their portals. They need a place to practice. What do you think of this place? If you have some free time, you might as well lend a hand to my god, Emperor Yu." Seeing Yu Wushang and Heitan Lingxin
After the oath was completed, Shi Yu just spoke.
God An Wu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I think it's okay. When I go back and report to the Meng Holy Envoy, I will bring the apprentices from the War Academy to help."
"Great!" Shi Yu stood up from his seat with a hand and said to Yu Wushang: "That's all I can help you, I don't have time to ask more about what happens next.
All you need to do is tell me which rebels need to be punished, or which tough issues require my action.
Remember, if there is rebellion in Yu Shen Palace, your head must be brought to me."
Yu Wushang nodded heavily. It was not easy for Shi Yu to help him pave the way for this. If he, a member of the royal family, could not make some achievements, he would be really ashamed of his ancestors.
