Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

After Mo Jinghong's will in the plane returned to normal, he hid his aura.

In a short period of time, there will be no problem with the will of the plane.

However, since greed has already occurred, it will still fall into the control of seven emotions and six desires again.

The will of the plane seems not to remember why it is here.

It flashes with the power of thunder and lightning, patrols the plane barrier, restores it to normal, and goes back to the plane to cultivate.

Seeing this, Mo Jinghong was ready to leave.

An old voice came into his ears, "Lord Mo, thank you for your mercy. I have very little energy left and am unable to cultivate a new will of the plane."

"Xuanchu, there are planes being destroyed every moment in the universe. A good plane will is the key to the existence of the plane." Mo Jinghong said meaningfully.

The planar will of each plane is different.

Xuanchu's planar will is the Dao idea left behind by the ancient ancestor of Chaos who sacrificed himself.

Dao Nian is ruthless, desireless, and extremely powerful, so he should be the best guardian.

It's a pity that the ancient ancestor of chaos underestimated the greedy ones after all. They have many ways to taint Dao Nian with seven emotions and six desires.

The polluted will of the plane will only want to have more, thus forgetting the meaning and responsibility of its existence.

Xuanchu is not the only one who has such problems with plane will.

The same situation has occurred in countless planes in the world.

To solve this problem, greedy people must be dealt with at the root.

"Master Mo, I understand what you said, but it is the one who left it after all! I don't want his little Taoist thoughts to disappear completely, then I really can't find him!" said the voice. Heavy and vicissitudes of life.

Mo Jinghong looked at the endless darkness with his starry eyes, and said in a deep voice, "If I can find an existence that replaces the great road, will you still interfere with the change of the will of the plane?"

"Hey!" He sighed softly, and then said sadly: "Master Mo, please stop joking. How can the avenue be replaced at will? Besides, your current injury does not allow you to confront the existence behind the avenue. You are better than anyone else. We all know Qinglian can’t come back.”

The strong ones who died in the conspiracy at the beginning of Chaos are the real strong ones.

The tragedy of that conspiracy is beyond the imagination of today's descendants.

The number of strong men who died in the battle of gods was less than one ten thousandth of that conspiracy.

"Maybe." Mo Jinghong murmured softly, and the indifference around him disappeared, adding a bit of sadness that was inconsistent with his temperament.

"Lord Mo, those greedy people are waving around under your banner, saying they want to restart a new era. The only one who can control them now is you..."

The sadness in Mo Jinghong disappeared, and he returned to his noble and unparalleled appearance, "Xuanchu, they will not succeed. No one can match Qinglian's wisdom."

After Mo Jinghong finished speaking, he stepped into the plane.

By the time he returned to the Nineteenth Level of Hell, Ling Tianyun and Yan Moyu were already shoulder to shoulder, acting like good brothers.

Zhuo Yan hid in the distance and stared at Ling Tianyun resentfully.

Upon closer inspection, you can see that there are a few feathers missing from Zhuoyan's back.

"Lord, you're back? How are you? What's going on outside?" Ling Tianyun let go of Yan Moyu and stood in front of Mo Jinghong.

"It's been taken care of." Mo Jinghong's eyes fell on the time formation.

The Soul-Eating Gu swallowed up the Golden Silkworm Gu and seemed to be transforming.

Those predatory beasts also became the soul-eating Gu's meal.

It's just that it still hasn't gotten rid of the control spell of the mother voodoo, and it needs one more thing.

The things he gave to Qi naturally had to be the best.

Mo Jinghong sacrificed a drop of blood and sent it into the soul-eating Gu.

"Region Lord!" Ling Tianyun exclaimed, watching the blood being sent into the body of the Soul-Eating Gu.

In an instant, a sky-high brilliance lit up within Soul-Eating Gu.

A terrifying force lingers around Soul-Eating Gu.

Rumble! ——

Purple thunder appeared in the sky.

Mo Jinghong flicked his sleeves, and a thunder dragon rushed into the sky. In an instant, the thunder disappeared and the thunder dragon rolled among the clouds.

When Ling Tianyun saw this scene, his mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, and he hugged Mo Jinghong's thigh with a 'pop'.

Ling Tianyun wailed: "Lord of the Territory! I'm just a Gu insect, how can I deserve your blood! Why didn't you call me? If the old man knew that I actually let the Territory Master take action, he would have to skin me!"

Mo Jinghong said coldly: "Get up, he won't know."

Zhuo Yan stood not far away, his eyelids twitching wildly, Ling Tianyun took the opportunity to take advantage of his master again.

"Lord, can I make a request? Really, a small request." Ling Tianyun blinked a pair of innocent eyes and looked at Mo Jinghong.

A look of helplessness appeared on Mo Jinghong's eyebrows. He should let Qi take this guy away.

"Lord of the Territory, it has eaten your blood, so can I get a little bit of its meat, just a little bit of it!" Ling Tianyun gestured.

"No." Mo Jinghong refused decisively, raised his hand, and a wisp of purple breath penetrated Ling Tianyun's eyebrows.

Ling Tianyun's eyes burst out with light, "Lord, you are so good!"

Ling Tianyun let go of Mo Jinghong, sat cross-legged and began to practice.

"Master, are you spoiling him too much?" Zhuo Yan flew back to Mo Jinghong. It could see clearly that Mo Jinghong gave Ling Tianyun the energy of Hongmeng.

This guy is really cheap!

"It doesn't matter." Mo Jinghong looked at Ling Tianyun who was practicing with deep eyes.

The gifts of fate come at a price.

Mo Jinghong's eyes fell on Yan Moyu, "Leave this place to me and you go back to the underworld."

Yan Moyu's eyes dimmed and he asked, "Will you still go to see them?"

"Not for the time being. They have already gone their own way and don't need me to interfere anymore." Mo Jinghong said solemnly.

"Are you no longer in their memory?" Yan Moyu asked seriously.

While he and Mo Jinghong were dealing with the predators here, as long as Mo Jinghong left, his memory of Mo Jinghong would disappear little by little.

Mo Jinghong came back suddenly just now, and he almost didn't remember who Mo Jinghong was.

"Yeah." Mo Jinghong responded softly.

"Does Junior Sister know about this?" Yan Moyu has the lowest sense of presence in Lingyun Sect, but he sees things most clearly.

Feng Qingran's feelings for Mo Jinghong were obviously different, but she had too many worries in her heart and had no time to consider these things.

Or maybe she thought Mo Jinghong would always be there, so she never felt anxious.

Mo Jinghong's starry eyes flashed with tenderness, "She once said that if we get separated one day, we will meet at the top."

Yan Moyu pursed his thin lips, meeting at the top?

The gap between them and Mo Jinghong really cannot be bridged by time.

Is there really a chance to meet at the top?

But Yan Moyu also knew that the choice Mo Jinghong made at this moment was the most beneficial to them.

If they get involved with Mo Jinghong again after enlightenment, more unnecessary cause and effect will occur.

These causes and effects will be closely related to Taoism.

Every additional cause and effect is a kind of bondage.

The more constraints you have, the more bumps you will encounter on the road to spiritual practice.