He just wanted to find out why the token's change caused such a big reaction.
"This...how is this possible!"
Everyone gasped in unison, the scene in front of them was really unbelievable.
The two sides, who were at loggerheads just now, are now like this.
But the strong aura in the air that had already converged made it impossible for them to deny all this.
Xuan Yu's eyes were deep, and his dazed expression only lasted for a moment.
"Me, young master?"
Mo Wudao then raised his arrogant head that had been lowered with an extremely respectful expression.
"Yes, the person holding the Heavenly Demon God's Order is my young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace!"
After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but want to slap himself a few times. He had just wanted to threaten the young master with life and death to enter the Demon Temple, but now it seemed that he was shooting himself in the foot.
Although Mo Wudao was in the first layer of heaven, the news from the master of Wuxin Hall made him aware of the supreme status of the young man in front of him.
Who is that? The emperor of the Xuan family is a big shot from the Immortal Realm. He cannot afford to offend ten thousand people combined.
So he still knelt on the ground, with an extremely respectful tone, praying for Xuan Yu's forgiveness.
Everyone present exchanged looks, still unable to believe the scene in front of them.
"Is this still the Wudao Patriarch I know?"
The devil has no way, who is that?
A strong man of the seventh level of quasi-sage, he kills like a fool, he is ruthless, and he is unparalleled in the world.
Now he was lying at Xuan Yu's feet like a dead dog, begging for mercy, eager to be forgiven.
This makes everyone believe the scene in front of them.
Xuanyu stood slowly in front of people, as if walking on the clouds.
His eyes were as bright as stars, revealing a confidence that soared into the sky.
No matter how things develop and how things change in the future, he remains calm.
"It seems that I still underestimated him. He is not as simple as I thought!" Feng Lao couldn't help but murmured in Lin Fan's sea of knowledge.
He had previously thought that Xuan Yu could only come from the seventh or eighth heaven of the upper world, but now it seems that it is very likely to come from the higher ninth heaven.
As for the Immortal Realm, he didn't dare to think about it at all.
How could a big shot in the Immortal Realm condescend to come to this first level of heaven where spiritual energy is so thin.
"Is this just a token that can confirm the position of the young master of your Heavenly Demon Palace?"
For a huge force, it is undoubtedly an extremely hasty act to identify a successor based on just a token.
All Xuanyu couldn't help but ask.
"Of course not, this demon's order is one thing, the most important thing is you."
"The surname is Xuan!"
Perhaps seeing the more intense doubt in Xuan Yu's eyes, Mo Wudao waved his hand and said seriously.
"Young Master, this matter is a long story. I will talk to you carefully after my subordinates have finished handling the matter at hand!"
After saying that, the slightly flattering eyes turned sharp in an instant, and he turned to look at the people of Su Jiuyou's lineage.
"What else will happen now?"
When Su Jiuyou heard Mo Wudao's words, a bad premonition arose in her heart.
"not good!"
As a strong person in the lower realm, he reacted very quickly, and quickly dodged to the side as he spoke.
He is very fast, but is he faster than Jian Guang?
Especially this sword light comes from Mo Wudao, the most powerful person in the First Heaven.
The answer is of course no.
In the near air, an indescribably bright sword light shredded the void and swept across Su Jiuyou and his group.
The sword cut through the air and brought a gust of wind.
After the great war, these people of Su Jiuyou's lineage had lost their fighting power.
It is impossible to survive under this sword.
What's more, even if they were at their peak, they still couldn't stop Mo Wudao's casual sword.
At the moment when countless sword shadows fell towards them.
Su was sad, Su Yuyan and others came to the end of their lives like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
"Why……!"
"Because you offended someone you shouldn't have offended!" Mo Wudao looked at Su Jiuyou who was about to die and said coldly.
Just kidding, Su Jiuyou offended their young master, why don't they kill him and keep him for the New Year?
Although Su Jiuyou is an elder of the Heavenly Demon Palace, his status is completely different from that of Xuan Yu.
There is still great hatred between the two, not to mention that he almost made himself attack the young master, so he does not deserve to die.
At the same time, this also shows his loyalty to Xuan Yu.
After hearing the answer, Su Jiuyou looked resentfully at the already cold Su Sadness.
"The treacherous son, he has provoked such a being, he should have been shot against the wall!"
Then he closed his eyes unwillingly.
A generation of strong men came to an end in this extremely tragic way.
Everyone couldn't help but sigh, quasi-sage! He was standing at the pinnacle of this continent, but now he only offended one person...!
The expression in Mo Wudao's eyes did not change at all, as if the person who died was just an insignificant person.
The number of strong men who died in his hands ranged from tens to thousands, so naturally it would not cause any change in his feelings.
There is only one thing that can cause a great change in his feelings now, and that is the matter of the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace and the matter of Xuan Yu!
"Young Master, my subordinate was wrong just now and almost took action against you."
"I took action without permission this time, and I hope you can forgive me."
His voice was very soft, which was in great contrast to his nine-foot body, as if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and making Xuan Yu unhappy.
Xuan Yu finally showed a smile on his face.
Of course he wouldn't blame Mo Wudao for taking action.
He had already sentenced Sect Leader Su to death in his heart, and Mo Wudao's move now only made his death time worse.
Just enough to avoid getting his hands dirty.
And he didn't have much prejudice against Mo Wudao, not to mention his extremely respectful attitude that made him unable to feel any anger.
After all, you can’t hit someone with a smiling face!
Seeing the smile on Xuan Yu's face, Mo Wudao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
His efforts finally paid off.
"Young Master, let me tell you why now...!"
Mo Wudao was about to explain the problem to Xuan Yu when he was interrupted by Xuan Yu waving his hand.
"Not urgent!"
Everyone was attracted by Xuan Yu's words. Is there anything more urgent now?
Of course!
Xuan Yu's eyes scanned the surrounding space over and over again, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to kill people invisible.
He must not have forgotten the initiator of all this - Lin Fan, and the soul body in his consciousness sea space.
"Son of Destiny, Grandpa Soul?"
"interesting!"
"Then am I not the so-called villain now?"
He had read countless novels about this in his previous life, so he could naturally understand what was going on.
"However, there is no trace of them here."
Xuan Yu's quasi-sage consciousness scanned the entire space over and over again, only detecting the remaining auras of the two of them.
As early as when Mo Wudao killed Su Jiuyou, Mr. Feng urged Lin Fan to leave quickly.
Because he felt a little uneasy in his heart, this feeling had saved his life countless times.
Since Lin Fan has left, Xuan Yu naturally cannot detect the aura of the two of them.
"As expected of a son of luck, so cautious."
Everyone in the hall didn't understand what happened, that Xuan Yu would change like this.
Only Ye Linglong seemed to know something.
Xuan Yu's eyes were as deep as a pool, with a hint of indifference, looking at the direction where Lin Fan's aura last appeared, as if he was looking at the supreme being looking at ants.
How could it be possible to plot against him and still want to leave safely?
"Lin Fan, you can't escape!"
As long as he is still in this world, he cannot escape Xuan Yu's grasp.
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