Taoist students

Chapter 805 Dissatisfied
The monks of the Silver Thunder Clan and the youth in the moon robe obviously did not expect that someone would appear here before them.

Seeing the faint smile on Dongfang Mo's face, the moon-robed youth was the first to come to his senses after a while.

"Hahaha……"

The person looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, but anyone could hear some anger in the laughter.But amidst this anger, there seemed to be a sense of joy.

The person's left and right hands were facing the living thing on his chest, rubbing hard with the still beating electric arc.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, the arc collapsed immediately.

Just now, under the fight between the moon-robed youth and the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan, this person took advantage of a trick and rushed out of the gate of the Spiritual Illusion Hall first, which made him miss the position of the Holy Son.But when he saw that even if the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan came out ahead of him, he still missed the position of the Holy Son, he felt a little better.

"How could it be you!"

At this moment, the monk of the Silver Thunder Clan looked at Dongfang Mo, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth word by word.

"Why can't it be me."

Dongfang Mo looked at this person without any change in expression.

Hearing this, the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan became even more angry.

"Shh..."

Just when the situation on the field was quite tense, suddenly another person rushed out from the gray smoke from the gate of the Hall of Illusions.

When this person appeared, he took a closer look and found that he was a white-haired young man from the Wood Spirit Clan.

When the white-haired young man appeared here, seeing that there were already three people here, his face was extremely annoyed, and even his body trembled faintly.

"boom!"

A domineering aura swayed from his body, and he knew that if he followed Wuyouzi's rules, then this time he would miss the position with the Holy Son.

"I don't believe that with your strength, you can be the first to come out."

While speaking, the cultivator of the Silver Thunder Clan didn't look at the other two. He fixed his eyes on Dongfang Mo, and slowly walked towards him. The terrifying pressure from his body was getting stronger and stronger.

Seeing this person's domineering posture, the smile on Dongfang Mo's face slowly disappeared, replaced by a touch of coldness.

"Since you think you have that ability, why don't you compare with me and let me verify it." Just listen to Dongfang Mo said.

"That's exactly what I asked for."

At this time, the distance between the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan and Dongfang Mo was only five zhang.On the tip of the horn above his head, an arc of purple electricity began to snap and dance.

Dongfang Mo didn't answer this person anymore, he took a deep breath, then his arm shook, and a ball of black liquid gushed out from his cuff.At the same time, the frenzied mobilization of the magic energy in his body was about to be poured into the black rain stone in his palm.He had already made plans to injure this person severely with one blow.

"Do you think I don't exist?"

But at this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came, shocking everyone present.

The next moment, the figure of Wuyouzi appeared between Dongfang Mo and the monks of the Yinlei clan out of thin air.With his hands behind his back, his back was facing Dongfang Mo, and his eyes looked at the monk of the Silver Thunder Clan without emotion.

"Senior, I don't accept it!"

But even in the face of Wu Youzi, the cultivator of the Silver Thunder Clan showed a look of unwillingness on his face, and said bravely.

"Oh? You all came out of the Hall of Illusions. If someone is one step ahead of you, you won't accept it. How can there be such a reason?" Wu Youzi seemed to be speaking to the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan, but it seemed to be like It was said to two other people at the same time.

Hearing this, the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan were speechless for a while, unable to speak.

"Senior Wuyouzi, juniors and others are not convinced by this point, but the last test of the Spiritual Illusion Hall, which cannot really determine the strongest one. Although the Eastern Taoist friend in front of him is not weak, But if we really want to fight, I dare say that he can't even enter the top three, so how can he become the Holy Son of Qingling. Thinking about this trip to the Linghuan Temple, it is probably because he has some special means, or treasures. Be the first to come out."

This time it was the young man of the human race who was wearing a moonlight robe who spoke.

Dongfang Mo looked at this person and became a little playful.The strength of this person can be said to have exceeded his expectations time and time again.But now that there are wanderers in front of him, he is not worried about the objections of these two people.

"It seems that you are very dissatisfied with Pindao's arrangement this time." Wu Youzi glanced at several people and chuckled.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for a few people to open their mouths, he made a formula with his fingers, and suddenly pointed to the gate of the Hall of Illusions.

There was a rumbling sound for a while, and the gray-white smoke inside the gate was billowing and thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Swoosh...swoosh..."

Not long after, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and nine consecutive figures came out of it at different times.

When the Nine-tailed Fox cultivator and other nine people appeared here and saw the scene in front of them, they all showed annoyed expressions.Obviously they all understood that the nine of them had already been eliminated.

"Listen up, 12 people. This time the Holy Son of Qingling has been determined. Your so-called dissatisfaction, or dissatisfaction, has been smashed into pieces and swallowed by me. No one can blame you for being inferior to others. Now the poor Taoist only says Once again, from now on, if anyone dares to raise an objection in front of me, then this is what will happen to you."

After finishing speaking, Wu Youzi stretched out his palm, while scanning the crowd, he turned his hand and slowly pressed down.

"Boom!"

In just this moment, on the ground not far from everyone, under the violent shaking, there appeared a deep five-fingerprint that could not be seen to the bottom.

A wave of air was set off, blowing everyone's clothes with a rustling sound, and their long hair flew back.

At this moment, everyone had to use mana to barely stabilize their figure.

They all felt their own insignificance. Even though they boasted that they were powerful, they were still ants who could be slapped to death in front of Wu Youzi.

So far, no one, including the monks of the Silver Thunder Clan, dared to say a word.However, from their ugly faces, it can be seen that they are obviously dissatisfied in their hearts, but they dare not speak out because of Wu Youzi's deterrence.

The nine-tailed fox cultivator and other nine people who appeared later judged from the expressions on the faces of the other four that the first person to come out of the Hall of Illusions was the one that Wu Youzi said had confirmed the position of the Holy Son. It should be the young human race sitting cross-legged with a faint smile on his face.

In addition to being angry in their hearts, they are more incredible.If the Holy Son was a monk from the Silver Thunder Clan, or a white-haired young man from the Wood Spirit Clan, they would be more accepting.

But when they thought that Dongfang Mo had once defeated the big man of the Tianniu clan who was not even a match for the monks of the Jinjiao clan, they felt a little relieved.

Wu Youzi didn't know what these people were thinking. At this moment, the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc, and he seemed quite satisfied with the silence of the crowd. After a while, he spoke again:
"The Holy Son has been decided. One month later, you will participate in the Holy Son's enthronement and the inner sect disciple's entrance ceremony. Now, let's all leave."

After finishing speaking, Wu Youzi turned to look at Dongfang Mo and said, "Someone will come to meet you in a few days, and then we will go to the Tianshu Starfield together to prepare for the Holy Son's enthronement in a month's time."

"Thank you, senior." Dongfang Mo immediately bowed his hands.

"Ah."

After Wuyouzi nodded, he stomped his feet, and his figure turned into a stream of light, which quickly disappeared into the sky at a speed beyond the reach of a monk in the Infant Realm.

"Hahahaha...Everyone, let's take a step first."

After Wu Youzi left for a long time, Dongfang Mo stood up with a huff, and then he soared into the sky in the direction where Wu Youzi left, and was about to use the escape technique to leave.

Now that he has become the holy son of the Qingling Dao Sect, although the Dongfang family may have their own news channels to learn about this matter, he still has to report the matter as quickly as possible according to the regulations.

Besides, he also had to deal with Sun Ranyi's affairs.Only then can he go to the Tianshu Starfield of the seven starfields of the Qingling Dao Sect with the people who support him.

"Shh!"

But just as Dongfang Mo's figure rushed into the air, the monk of the Yinlei clan from the Yaozu also soared into the sky, and this person's tall and burly body blocked him.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo narrowed his eyes, looked at this person and said, "Fellow Daoist, what does this mean?"

"Don't you understand what I mean?" The monk of the Silver Thunder Clan sneered.

"If you really don't know how to live or die, even if I have the time to play with you, it's possible that you just ignored what Senior Wu Youzi said just now." Dongfang Mo said.

"Hey, I think you made a mistake. What Senior Wu Youzi said is that no matter how much you dare to disagree in front of him, you will have no good end. But now I have no objection to you being the Holy Son of Qingling, I just simply want to I'm just asking you for advice."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh..."

After his words fell, the nine-tailed fox man from the demon tribe, the white-haired young man from the wood spirit tribe, and the moon-robed youth from the human race appeared beside the monk from the silver thunder tribe.

"Coincidentally, I also want to ask the Holy Son of Qingling this time for advice." At this time, it was a white-haired young man from the Wood Spirit Tribe who spoke, and his expression was extremely cold and arrogant.

And although the nine-tailed fox man and the moon-paoed youth did not speak, the covetousness in their eyes was self-evident.

Sensing the violent mana fluctuations emanating from several people, Dongfang Mo's eyes flashed with hostility and said, "Okay, then do you want to fight with the wheel, or do you want to go together?"

(Set yourself a small goal, you must get your driver's license within this month.)
(End of this chapter)