Vol 2 Rebirth of the Peerless Venerable

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Before Mo Junlan left Taiqing Mountain, he put on the curtain again.

Dong Tianzhen looked at Mo Junlan and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, are your eyes born with a disability or..."

"It has nothing to do with you!" Mo Junlan said in a cold tone.

Dong Tianzhen reached out and scratched the back of his head, seemingly unaware of Mo Junlan's cold tone, and continued to ask, "Boss, you are still so young, why is your hair white?"

"Shut up!" Mo Junlan said coolly.

"Boss, my mouth has the right to speak." Dong Tianzhen said seriously.

Mo Junlan, "..."

"Boss, why did you lie to me before?" Dong Tianzhen said in confusion, "You are obviously so good-looking, but why did you lie to me that you were ugly? I was always afraid of hurting you. of self-esteem.”

"Say one more thing and I will immediately strip you naked and throw you into the street." Mo Junlan said expressionlessly.

Dong Tianzhen shut up immediately.

It can be seen that Mo Junlan's threat is still very effective.

Although Xuanjian Sect and Dao Sect seem to be a little incompatible, the real situation is not like that.

The only people who are truly incompatible with each other are Jiang Muyang and Nangong Wan.

For hundreds of thousands of years, Jiang Muyang and Nangong Wan's relationship was one of running after each other.

Mo Junlan already had a little understanding of this, and felt that their energy was really strong.

He and Ling Xiao didn't want to be separated for even half a moment.

The people from the Dao Sect were also in the Xuanjian Sect at this time, and they obviously planned to enter the realm of Shenxu together.

Of course, after entering the realm of Shenxu, they must go separately.

After all, no one wants someone to steal their opportunity.

After Jiang Muyang and Mo Junlan appeared, everyone in Xuanjian Sect saluted them.

As the head of the sect, Lin Yuanqing cannot leave the Xuanjian Sect at will, so most of the people who go to the realm of the gods this time are monks with cultivation levels above the fairy realm, and those who want to suppress their cultivation to enter the realm of the gods. The elders of the realm.

Mo Junlan has also been suppressing his cultivation level that can break through at any time.

At the same time, Mo Junlan has made some achievements in practicing the art of space. At least he can now take out things from the space of the Lingxiao Sword.

Mo Junlan has made all kinds of preparations. Even if he encounters people from the Di family in the realm of the gods, he will not be as embarrassed as before.

Although neither Jiang Muyang nor Nangong Wan intends to enter the land of Shenxu, they will still go with them and wait for them to come out at the entrance.

After everyone arrived, we started to set off.

The disciples of the Xuanjian Sect and the disciples of the Knife Sect did not dislike each other, they just remained silent.

And with Mo Junlan's threat, Dong Tianzhen didn't dare to speak casually anymore.

Among these young people, Mo Junlan and Dong Tianzhen were obviously of higher seniority.

The disciples of the Sword Sect looked more casual.

However, the disciples of Xuanjian Sect were more disciplined and they did not dare to joke with Mo Junlan at all.

One night two days later, the people from the Xuanjian Sect and the Dao Sect finally arrived at the entrance to the Realm of the Divine Ruins.

Tomorrow is the time for the opening of the Divine Ruins Realm, and countless monks have already gathered here.

The entrance to the Divine Ruins Realm is a mountain range shrouded in clouds and mist all year round. Before the appearance of the Divine Ruins Realm, this place looked like just an ordinary mountain range. The flow of spiritual energy was so intense that even the Xuanjian Gate was located. Not even as good as the vast mountains.

Mo Junlan glanced at the surrounding environment, then flew up and lay down on the branches of a big tree, his posture was casual and elegant.

The white light of the moon fell on the ground, as if there was a layer of frost, and the shadows of the trees were mottled.

A cool evening breeze blew by, and the leaves swaying in the wind made a rustling sound.

Mo Junlan was about to contact Lingxiao when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"I didn't expect to meet the Sword Master and the Sword Emperor here at the same time. I'm really surprised." The young man walking towards me was dressed in white and had a cold face. It was Feng Qingge.

Feng Qingge and Nangong Wan were old acquaintances, so they came over to say hello.

"Come here with your man?" Nangong Wan raised her eyebrows, then turned to look at the man in purple standing next to Feng Qingge.

The man in purple is none other than Di Wuji.

Di Wuji had a cold face and did not speak.

"Of course." Feng Qingge smiled slightly and said, "Only when Wuji is by my side can I feel at ease."

Nangong Wan looked at the two men in front of her and couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in her heart.

Jiang Muyang cared about his apprentice in his heart, but on the surface he still had a gentle look on his face. He smiled and said, "The saint's style is still the same as before, but we are all old."

"Some time ago, I heard that the Sword Master had accepted a direct disciple with an extremely rare natural sword bone. I wonder if this rumor is true?" Feng Qingge looked at Jiang Muyang and asked.

Mo Junlan suddenly jumped down from the tree, stood in front of Di Wuji and Feng Qingge, pursed his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wuyou has met the Holy Lord and the Holy Queen."