The strongest ruler of the heavens

Chapter 68 Songli Mountain

Shan Chunqiu left, leaving with deep doubts, thinking about what Lin Xi was talking about in his mind, and that he still needed to bring the artifact.

"Your Majesty, do you need disciples from Penglai to go with the emperor?" Mo Bai asked in a low voice, taking the fishing rod from Lin Xi.

"No need, there are enough people in the Palace of Seven Kills." Lin Xi stood with his hands behind his back and silently looked at the endless sea level, his thoughts gradually drifting away.

Returning to the devastated valley, Shan Chunqiu immediately found Sha Qianmo who was still standing in Tan Fan's tomb.

"Mojun, Your Majesty said that you can prepare for the next thing." Shan Chunqiu stopped behind Sha Qianmo and said softly.

"En." Sha Qianmo nodded slightly, looked away from the Tanfan tomb, then turned around and threw a token to Shan Chunqiu, "Go back and gather people to enter the God Realm."

It's God's Realm..
Shan Chunqiu's heart froze, and he instantly understood why Lin Xi asked to bring the artifact.

Although the God Realm has been broken, it is still unknown whether there is danger in it, not to mention that the gate of the God Realm is tightly closed, and it cannot be opened without a strong external force.

"This subordinate takes orders." Shan Chunqiu clasped the token tightly and said with a bow and fists.

"Go, do it as soon as possible, that one seems to be unable to wait."

"Yes."

At the same time, Mo Bai also listened to Lin Xi's orders with a serious face.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the servants will definitely not return the inkstones they took today!" Mo Bai said in a deep voice.

"No, after you get the Inkstone of No Return, lead all the disciples directly to the Immortal Realm. If you encounter obstacles, kill them!" Lin Xi said here, with a fierce look in his eyes, he raised his hand and took out the Compassionate Sword and threw it to Mo Bai, "Immortal Realm There are quite a few high-level middle-level cultivators, although they are not immortals, they are not weak, and with the Mercy Sword in hand, it must be much easier to do things."

"Slaves take orders."

After saluting Lin Xi, Mo Bai turned around and raised his sword, and the gray robe on his body gradually turned into a white robe embroidered with many stars, and a snow-white mask appeared on his face.

"All disciples wear armor and follow me to Songli Mountain to take back the Inkstone of No Return!" Mo Bai stood in the void surrounded by stars, his voice resounded through Penglai.

"Disciple takes orders!"

Countless responses resounded through the sky, streams of light emerged from all over Penglai and went straight to where Mo Bai was.

As the brilliance dissipated, the densely packed Penglai disciples in silver armor stood neatly in the void, holding long spears like heavenly soldiers and generals.

After Mo Bai glanced at the group of silver-armored disciples indifferently, he thought of communicating with the mask, and disappeared directly over Penglai with the group of disciples.

Songli Mountain, as the sect that guards the artifacts of the ten directions, naturally has a good foundation. Even though it has declined now, it is still not comparable to Shushan.

The environment of Songli Mountain is extremely elegant, there are no floating fairy mountains or islands full of fairy spirit, but the white mist surrounding the mountain makes it stand out from the dust.

The white cranes flew together, and the singing of birds was endless.

Especially the pine tree covering the sky and the sun on the top of the mountain is even more extraordinary. The red pine cones hang on the tree like lanterns, and the aura gathered around it is almost turning into liquid.

If a mortal takes a breath of the aura after experiencing the pine cone swallowing, not only can he get rid of all kinds of diseases, but also strengthen his body and prolong his life for fifty years.

Except for a large hall on the mountainside, Songli Mountain has no other palace complexes, but there are many wooden houses stretching from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside.

From a distance, the lonely hall seems to be surrounded by stars.

However, this ethereal artistic conception was broken by a loud noise.

"Who dares to break into my Songli Mountain!"

When Mo Bai led the crowd to attack the mountain protection formation, there was a loud shout in Songli Mountain, and several middle-aged men flew out from the hall.

"Heavenly Court and Taibai came to take back the Inkstone of No Return under the order of the Emperor of Heaven." Mo Bai looked indifferently at the middle-aged men who glared at him.

"Taking back the non-return inkstone? A joke! I, Songli Mountain, have been in charge of the non-return inkstone for a thousand years, how can you let you talk nonsense?" The man in the gorgeous suit at the head spoke angrily, but there was deep fear in his eyes.

When he noticed Mo Bai and his party, he checked his cultivation, but found that he couldn't see through Mo Bai's cultivation at all, and even the countless silver armored soldiers behind him were vague and extremely hazy.

If it is said that only one person can't see through it, it won't be the case. At most, he thinks that there is some secret treasure in him.But it's different when everyone can't see through.

"I'll give you time for a stick of incense. If you hand over the inkstone of non-return, I won't move every plant and tree in Songli Mountain. If you don't hand it over, don't blame me for slaughtering you." After Mo Bai finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed it. Holding the minsheng sword in his hand, he looked at the men in fancy clothes indifferently.

"Your Excellency is too rampant, do you really think that Songli Mountain is made of mud?"

"That's right, so what if you have the Mercy Sword in hand? Could it be that you can still stop us?"

Mo Bai silently looked at the few people whose faces were flushed, raised his hand and pointed, and a column of fine incense with gentle green smoke appeared, just like that in front of the mountain guard formation.

"Remember..you only have this time for a stick of incense. If you want to run" Mo Bai sneered, "then you can try it, it depends on whether you run fast or the sword of mercy..."

"you!"

Mo Bai slowly closed his eyes, "There is not much time, so don't waste it on such trivial matters, otherwise, it will be too late to regret after the incense burns out."

Mo Bai was too strong, and the hearts of the strong men in Chinese clothes kept sinking.

They don't know where the heavenly court is.But what I know is that these people in front of me are not kind, and they are obviously well prepared for the non-return inkstone, and they don't care at all that they use the non-return inkstone to divert the void and escape.

"Master, do you still remember the destruction of Mount Shu..."

When the man in Chinese clothes looked gloomy at the gradually shortening Xixiang, the old man behind him spoke with an ugly expression.

"You mean tie the sky chain?"

Speaking of Shushan, the man in Chinese clothes also reacted.

The artifacts of the ten directions generate and restrain each other.The non-return inkstone has the effect of diverting the void, while the sky-fastening chain locks the sky and locks the ground, just restraining the non-return inkstone.

If the opponent has the inkstone of no return, even if he uses the inkstone of no return, he still cannot escape, and in the end he will become a bird in the opponent's cage.

The old man took a deep breath, as if he wanted to fill his lungs, "Mount Shu was destroyed by a mysterious force, and the sky chain was completely gone. Judging from the current situation, they must have done it, and the sky chain It must be in their hands, otherwise they wouldn't be so calm."

The expression on the man's face in Chinese clothes was a bit painful, and he was even more troubled.

Take a gamble?
Men in Chinese clothes dare not.

The bet is right, Songli Mountain can sit back and relax, but the possibility is extremely low.

If you make a wrong bet, your whole family will be slaughtered, and not a single blade of grass will grow.

On the one hand, it is an artifact inherited and guarded by the sect, and on the other hand, it is the tens of thousands of lives of the entire sect.

Is it a desperate fight to burn jade and stone together, or donate artifacts to preserve the inheritance of the sect?
These two thoughts kept appearing in the man's mind in Chinese clothes, and he was only short of a decision.

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