Seeing the two mighty Saints Wanchu killed casually, the remaining mighty men, as well as Mr. Li, were all frightened.

He just survived a tribulation and became a powerful person. Why did he suddenly become so powerful?

Although there were doubts in their hearts, the remaining six powerful men spoke one after another: "I want to live!"

"That's good."

Holy Son Wanchu nodded with satisfaction.

Although he can kill these powerful people now, the Wanchu Holy Land is still a holy land.

Beating them to death may relieve their anger, but the Wanchu Holy Land will only exist in name only.

After all, no matter how strong he is, he cannot withstand the scattered attacks of many monks at the same time.

At that time, Wanchu Holy Land, which has only four powerful powers, may face the most terrifying disaster in history.

"A saint is invited to come!"

The Holy Son Wanchu glanced at Mr. Li with complicated eyes, then sighed and said respectfully.

At the same time, at the Immortal Platform of the Holy Son of Wanchu, a chaotic-colored Tao seed began to take root and sprout, and suddenly grew into a vast tree that seemed to be able to support a whole world.

Under the big tree, the figure of a Taoist priest appeared, his face changed from practicing in Mohu to clear, it was He Qiu.

As for the outside world, at this time, when they heard the sudden and inexplicable words spoken by the Holy Son Wanchu, several powerful people present felt a little strange.

"Saint? He Qiu!"

Although Mr. Li is old, he was the first to react.

Thinking of the earth-shaking changes that the Holy Son of Wanchu had undergone compared to before, he vaguely understood something in his heart.

Under the astonished gazes of many powerful men, the figure of the Holy Son Wanchu began to slowly move out of the lake, turning into a mist that could barely be seen to be human.

Then, the white mist began to roll, and immediately, a Taoist-looking young man jumped out of the mist, his figure flowing gracefully.

"He Qiu?"

Someone has already recognized He Qiu.

Before He Qiu was wanted by the Great Xia Dynasty, there might be people who didn't know this very famous Master of Origin Technique.

But after being wanted by the Great Xia Dynasty, due to the influence of the Blood Dragon Saint, almost all the monks in Beidou got to know this young monk who was wanted by the Saint.

Of course, no one now thinks that He Qiu is just a young monk. Everyone knows that He Qiu has become a saint.

"I wonder if the saint is here, what's the point?"

Mr. Li said politely.

Although he understood some things and knew He Qiu's malice, he could not do anything.

If a saint comes under the guise of great power, he must be fully prepared to prevent them from threatening each other.

"I'll give you something."

He Qiu said with a smile.

But when he saw the two corpses on the ground, he felt a little distressed.

The powerful-level test object was destroyed like this, and he wanted to consider whether to let the Holy Son of Wanchu become the Holy Lord of this generation of Wanchu Holy Land.

"what?"

Mr. Li's mind was trembling violently, as if he was about to encounter something extremely terrible.

Without caring about the power, confusion, or fear present, He Qiu controlled the body of the Holy Son of Wanchu and took down nine glowing Tao seeds from the big tree at the Immortal Platform.

Then the Tao seed turned from virtual to real, and escaped from the Immortal Platform to the outside world.

He Qiu threw it away casually.

The nine Tao seeds were shot into their foreheads at a speed that even the powerful could not see clearly or react to.

As the Tao seed passed through their foreheads, a ripple flashed through them.

The Taoist seed landed directly on their Immortal Terrace and slowly blended into it, as if they should have been one body. The Immortal Terrace and the Taoist Seed were integrated very smoothly.

"Do you know what to do?"

He Qiu chuckled and said something, which made all the nine great powers of Wanchu Holy Land speechless.

When they integrated Taoism into Sendai, they understood what they had encountered.

That Dao Seed was He Qiu's back-up, able to spy on their thoughts at all times, and take over control of their physical bodies at any time.

It was as if they were the hosts of their own bodies and He Qiu was the master of their bodies.

"Okay, take me to the place where all the scriptures of Wanchu Holy Land are hidden. I want to read them all."

He Qiu looked at the dull expressions of everyone and said boredly.

It was obvious that after the elders of the Holy Land were converted into Taoism by him, some of them would rather be broken into pieces than be controlled by him.

Of course, they didn't bring any trouble to He Qiu.

With their whole bodies under control, they couldn't even awaken the secrets left in the Holy Land, so they were destroyed by him and walked away without any pain.

"yes."

Mr. Li was the first to accept the reality and took He Qiu directly to a secret room.

In the dark secret room, several lights flickered on and off, as if they were about to go out at any moment.

Pieces of jade slips are neatly arranged on a bookshelf made of thousand-year-old spiritual wood.

"Saint, here are the scriptures left by our ancestors in Wanchu Holy Land, and the others are scriptures collected by later generations."

Mr. Li explained to He Qiu.

"No need to say it, I know everything about you."

When He Qiu heard what Mr. Li said, he had no reaction.

As early as when the Tao seed was planted, he went through all the memories of the nine great powers of Wanchu Holy Land.

If he didn't want to see what he shouldn't see, maybe He Qiu would understand them better than they themselves.

After all, people will always subconsciously forget the most fearful or embarrassing memories deep in their hearts.

This is a habit that is difficult to correct even for a powerful person who has a photographic memory and can recall all memories at any time.

Just as ordinary people cultivate immortality for a better survival and pursue a more perfect life, in the process of cultivation, even if they understand that facing the past that they do not want to look back on is a good thing for their mind, they will still subconsciously Choose to forget.

"Lingxuan Gong", "Swallowing Nerves", "Great Light Sword Technique", "Four Directions Killing Formation", "Medicine King Sutra"...

He Qiu quickly flipped through each scripture, and in less than one stick of incense, he memorized all the treasures of Wanchu Holy Land.

While watching He Qiu walking past the bookshelf step by step, Mr. Li didn't say anything.

Not to mention the saint, his great power alone was able to record all the scriptures of Wanchu Holy Land in a very short time.

It's just that this matter is unnecessary. On the one hand, he does not have the power, and on the other hand, he is biting off more than he can chew.

And they can appear here now because He Qiu has controlled all the power of Wanchu Holy Land.

Otherwise, only the Holy Lord of Wanchu, who has passed the ceremony and inherited the position of Holy Lord, can alone open this secret room that records all the scriptures of the Holy Land of Wanchu.

Then, He Qiu's figure suddenly resembled the lake and turned into mist.

The mist gathered and transformed back into the appearance of the Holy Son of Wanchu.

Seeing the appearance of Holy Son Wanchu, Mr. Li fell silent.

Wanchu Shengzi looked at Mr. Li's slightly disappointed eyes and opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but he still kept his mouth shut.

At this point, there is no point in saying anything.

He Qiu had already arranged everything in Tao Zhong, and all they had to do was follow it.
Chapter completed!