The coiled dragons on the surrounding golden pillars seemed to come alive, their eyes flickering and they could faintly emit low dragon roars.

Above the dome, the nebula-like mist suddenly surged, as if torn apart by some terrifying force, and a dazzling golden light burst out from the depths of the clouds.

Golden light poured down like a waterfall, condensing into a majestic figure in the center of the hall.

Lord Sima Ming did not expect Mo Lin to report to him so soon, and he felt a little relieved.

"Have you investigated the matter of the God-killing Talisman appearing in the world?"

Mo Lin lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly.

"Sword Sect's Zhuang Xiao secretly opened the God-Slaying Tower. Wei Xiang... Wei Xiang is likely to have escaped."

The incense in the incense burner suddenly broke, and the image of the God of Destiny became looming and even a little distorted.

"What did you say?!"

The sharp explosion extinguished all the candles in the hall, and blood oozed from Mo Lin's ears.

He saw the right hand of the God's Dharma Image suddenly swell up, and it grabbed his throat across a distance of ten feet. The fingers condensed by incense actually burned marks on his neck.

"Ahem... God Lord, calm down..." Mo Lin said with difficulty, "Zhuang Xiao secretly opened the God Slaying Tower, released Wei Xiang's soul, and condensed his soul into the sword spirit of the Overlord Sword."

"He deserves to die!"

There was a hint of murderous intent in the voice of Lord Sima Ming. The Sword Sect was responsible for guarding the God-Slaying Tower and must not let Wei Xiang escape before he was completely destroyed.

But he never expected that Jian Zong would dare to embezzle and release Wei Xiang without permission.

Veins bulged on Mo Lin's forehead and he could no longer breathe.

"He, he's already dead..."

Fashang suddenly let go of his hand, and Mo Lin fell to the ground, coughing violently.

The God of Destiny said coldly.

"Bring Wei Xiang back to me immediately."

"I?!"

Mo Lin thought he had misheard and pointed at himself in disbelief.

What's the difference between asking him to capture Wei Xiang and letting him die directly?

Seeing him like this, Lord Sima Ming said with disdain.

"Her power has been weakened by the God-Slaying Tower for five million years. It's no longer what it used to be. Otherwise, how do you think Zhuang Xiao could have transformed her into a sword spirit?"

After hearing this, Mo Lin suddenly felt that there was some truth in it.

But his fear of Wei Xiang still made his legs go weak.

"Your Majesty, according to Sword Sect Master Tu Nan, there is a man named Li Lingge beside Wei Xiang. This man used sword energy to draw talismans and killed Zhuang Xiao."

"Drawing talismans with sword energy?"

The God of Destiny smelled a hint of danger. Wei Xiang not only escaped, but also had a successor.

"Wei Xiang must die, but that man named Li Lingge might be of use to me."

Seeing that Mo Lin still looked fearful, he could only offer sufficiently tempting conditions.

"If this is accomplished, I will petition His Majesty to allow you to enter the divine realm."

Hearing this, Mo Lin was shocked, and his desire for the throne of God immediately overwhelmed his fear of Wei Xiang.

"I will definitely complete the task assigned by the Lord God."

…

The next day, Yueying Sect.

Above the sky, the sea of ​​clouds is rolling.

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and thick dark clouds gathered from all directions, as if an invisible giant hand was stirring up the celestial phenomena.

The Yueying Sect was filled with a cheerful atmosphere because the sect suddenly had a huge amount of cultivation resources.

Whether elders or disciples, their monthly salaries have been increased.

The corners of Jingyue's mouth rose slightly, and her heart began to enjoy the future again.

Right here, Zi Shuhe's eyes suddenly fixed.

"Someone from the Temple of the Gods is coming!"

Jingyue looked up at the sky, the approaching thundercloud storm reflected in her pupils.

"Here comes with bad intentions!"

Before he finished speaking, a purple lightning pillar with a diameter of one hundred feet suddenly fell from the sky and hit the Yueying Sect's mountain protection formation.

The light curtain of the large formation vibrated violently, making a buzzing sound as if it could not bear the heavy burden.

There was a commotion among the disciples in the square, and many of them looked terrified.

The lightning pillar lasted for a full nine breaths before gradually dissipating. Just when the light curtain of the formation was about to break, the lightning pillar suddenly retracted, and was replaced by a sky full of golden light shining through the clouds.

Seventy-two golden-armored gods stepped on auspicious clouds, holding golden spears, and lined up out of the clouds.

Their faces were expressionless, but golden flames burned in their eyes, and every step they took caused the space to tremble slightly.

Behind the divine generals, who were standing on both sides, sixteen maids in white floated down, holding golden plates and jade cups, scattering colorful petals.

The petals turn into spiritual light as soon as they leave your hands, leaving a gorgeous trail in the air that lingers for a long time.

Finally, eight silver-white dragons pulled a gilded jade chariot out of the clouds.

The jade chariot is surrounded by nine golden halos, symbolizing the supreme authority of the god himself.

"The Eight-Dragon Heavenly Chariot of the Lord of the Attendant Temple!" Elder Hongxiu exclaimed in shock, "Mo Lin has arrived in person!"

A cold light flashed in Jingyue's eyes, and then she regained her composure.

She straightened her clothes and led the elders into the air. They stopped a hundred feet away from the jade chariot and bowed in salute.

"Master Jingyue of the Yueying Sect respectfully welcomes Palace Master Mo."

However, when she got closer, she found that Mo Lin was not in the jade sedan chair, but was standing respectfully beside it.

At this moment, she couldn't help but be shocked. What kind of existence could make Mo Lin have to accompany her?

A golden divine pattern shone brightly between Mo Lin's eyebrows, and a suffocating pressure surrounded him.

He looked down at everyone in the Moon Shadow Sect, and wherever his eyes went, the air seemed to freeze.

As the pearl curtain of the jade chariot was lifted, the purple-gold token appeared in everyone's sight, emitting a heart-pounding fluctuation.

Only at this moment did Jingyue notice that there was only a token placed in the jade chariot.

However, the power emanating from the token was so strong that it made it difficult for people to breathe. It must be something from the divine realm.

Mo Lin's voice was not loud but it exploded like thunder in everyone's heart.

"Where is Li Lingge? Come out quickly to receive the Divine Lord's order!"

Then, his cold eyes swept over everyone.

"Seeing the Divine Lord's token is like seeing the Divine Lord himself. Why don't you kneel?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the elders of the Yueying Sect changed drastically.

According to etiquette, one does need to kneel to receive the Divine Lord's token, but today the Naiyueying Sect is no longer the first-rate sect it once was.

Moreover, the other party was obviously coming for Young Master Li. How could they easily bow down to a token?