Xiu Mo is 750 years old this year.

When he was born, his parents were trapped in the Endless Desert.

The two husbands and wives used all the water and even blood in their bodies to save Xiu Mo's life.

When his parents died, Xiu Mo was only a month and a half old.

Fortunately, an ascetic powerhouse passed by.

At that time, Xiu Mo was lying in a sand pit, with scorching bones and scorched sun above his head, and he was about to die.

The ascetic powerhouse looked at the two couples next to him, who had long since lost their vitality and even their bodies were beginning to decompose, and only said 'fate'.

And gave the name Xiu Mo.

Xiu is the surname of Xiu Mo's father, and Mo refers to this desert.

He held Xiu Mo in his arms, until Xiu Mo was one year old, Xiu Mo was able to walk, and he let Xiu Mo follow him, one foot deep and one shallow, and walked slowly in the unknown direction.

Ten years have passed like this, and when Xiu Mo was eleven years old, he left the exercises he cultivated to Xiu Mo, and since then he has disappeared.

Even Xiu Mo didn't know his master's name.

Fortunately, in the past ten years, Xiu Mo has long been accustomed to the desert, and the way of survival has long been remembered.

He began to practice the exercises, and it took him fifty years before he finally reached the edge of the desert.

At that time, he had just been an immortal disciple realm, and he could be regarded as officially entering the path of cultivation.

Because of his extremely withdrawn personality, at the beginning of Xiu Mo, he was reluctant to associate with others, and others regarded him as a monster.

So, after two years in a small mountain village, Xiu Mo embarked on the journey again.

Penance is not only self-cultivation, but also mental cultivation.

Xiu Mo only slowly realized this later, but unfortunately he was already over five hundred years old at that time, and he was already an Immortal Emperor powerhouse.

Since then, although he has remained withdrawn, he has been able to treat other monks with a normal heart.

He maintained a calm cultivation heart, shuttled through one dangerous situation after another, and in just two hundred and fifty years, he had already become a peak immortal emperor.

Next, to become an Immortal Emperor, it is not something that can be achieved by penance.

After cultivating desert and contemplating for a long time, I realized that what penance pursues is not loneliness, but the spiritual strength to move forward bravely and not be afraid of all hardships.

This time, Xiu Mo came to Dongting Lake because he heard about the flyover.

Nine Spirit Realm Jedi, ten of which he has already traveled to nine, Skybridge is his next destination.

But now, only those who finish in the top 50 are eligible to participate when the flyover appears.

Only then did Xiu Mo stand up and challenge the pride of the heavens present.

Ye Changan stared at Xiu Mo closely, and he had a good impression for no reason.

Hundreds of miles above Dongting Lake, among the clouds.

Jian Zun frowned, staring at Xiu Mo, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help but shout a name:

"Xiuyuan!"

The Celestial Race took in orphans in the starry sky, taught spells, provided resources, and cultivated batches of powerful monks.

Among the best of them, in addition to the Sword Venerable, the Demon Venerable and the Confucian Venerable, there are many monks.

Xiuyuan is one of them.

Even, if you want to talk about cultivation and strength, Xiuyuan must be above the Sword Venerable.

Just because Xiuyuan was an unusual person, he did not stay in the land of the Celestial Race to cultivate with peace of mind, but kept shuttling through the starry sky and went to one world after another to experience.

He was silent, but loyal, and when Ye Changan sacrificed himself in his previous life to suppress the shattering rules of the starry sky, he resolutely stood in front of Ye Changan, winning precious time for Ye Changan.

No one thought that the taciturn Xiuyuan would do this.

Afterwards, the Celestial Race included Xiuyuan in the family tree, gave the surname Tian, and gave the name Tian Xiuyuan.

"I didn't expect that Big Brother Xiuyuan was also reincarnated in the Nine Spirit Realm, could it be that this was also arranged a long time ago?"

Jian Zun couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The Celestial Race is one of the first bloodlines formed when the Terran evolved from the starry sky and was born.

The bloodline of the celestial race, adhering to the starry air luck, is extremely powerful.

Almost every clansman is born, within two hundred years, he will definitely be able to become an immortal emperor, and he will become an immortal emperor within a thousand years, there is an eighty percent probability of being able to become a void god, a seventy percent probability of being able to become a true god, and even the probability of becoming a star wheel realm has reached an astonishing sixty percent.

It can be said that as long as you are born in the Celestial Race, it means that the future is limitless.

But it is precisely because the bloodline talent is too strong that there are not too many Celestial Clansmen.

Therefore, the Celestial Race will adopt a large number of orphans and cultivate them, which can be regarded as strengthening the strength of the Celestial Race.

Countless thousands of years have passed, the starry sky has continued to evolve, and the celestial race has long been one of the most powerful races in the starry sky.

Probably only those mysterious innate supremes can wrestle with the celestial race.

Get down to business and keep your eyes on the field.

Xiu Mo clenched his fists and reminded: "Wen Run, be careful, my fist is very heavy." ”

Wen Run Gongzi smiled, glanced at the magic weapon folding fan in his hand, and said softly: "How much does it weigh?"

Xiu Mo didn't answer, his fists clenched, and he stomped on his feet.

I heard two rumbling sounds, and the ground cracked like a huge crack like a spider's web, and when I looked at it again, Xiu Mo had come to the front of Wen Run Gongzi.

"What a speed!"

Wen Run couldn't help but praise, and instead of opening his magic weapon folding fan, he clenched his right fist and swung it out violently, obviously wanting to be safe and test Xiu Mo's strength first.

Fist to fist, who will be stronger?

I have to say that Wen Run's son is really stable.

His thoughts were very clear, and this punch could almost show some of Xiu Mo's strength.

If you are defeated, then admitting defeat is not only to be able to gain a frank reputation, but also to preserve your strength and strive to keep your ranking in the top 50.

If Xiu Mo's punch is not powerful, then I'm sorry, Wen Run will stage a strong crushing next.

"Bang!"

A dull crashing sound sounded, and I saw a strong wind whistling by, blowing Xiu Mo and Wen Run's long hair fluttering.

Wen Run's face turned pale and his expression was horrified.

There was a huge force from the fist, it was difficult to resist, the fist bones had begun to shatter, and if they didn't retreat, they were afraid that they would be shattered by Xiu Mo's punch.

"It's a penance. ”

Wen Run's expression was serious, he gritted his teeth to endure the pain, his body quickly retreated, and he appeared a hundred zhang away in the blink of an eye.

Xiu Mo frowned slightly, "Your strength is too small. ”

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Xiu Mo seemed to feel that it was not good for him to say this like this, "I didn't mean that, I mean, my fist is too heavy, it's normal for you to not catch it." ”

Wen Run: "···"

"You haven't won yet!"

The folding fan in Wen Run's hand opened suddenly, and a burst of blue light flashed, and he saw this folding fan spinning and flying, and golden fonts appeared on it instantly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge rune chain.

This chain continued to spiral, forming a trap cage in the blink of an eye, trapping Xiu Mo in it.

Looking at it again, Wen Run's expression was cold, he stretched out his right hand, held his five fingers in a virtual manner, and said in a deep voice:

"Secret technique, rune funeral!"

It seemed that the entire venue was warming the palms of his hands, and as he shook his hands tightly with his five fingers, the rune chain that surrounded Xiu Mo contracted violently, instantly binding Xiu Mo.

Blood began to seep out, and this rune chain squeezed into Xiu Mo's body, as if it was going to cut Xiu Mo into thousands of pieces.

"What a trick!"

A monk exclaimed, "It is worthy of being a gentle son, this trick rune funeral is really powerful." ”

"Of course," replied someone.

"Look at your appearance that you have never seen the world, this trick rune funeral, but Wen Run's father, Emperor Wen Xian's famous stunt, but I didn't expect that Wen Run Gongzi has practiced this trick so perfectly. ”

"Have you seen the folding fan in the hand of Prince Wen Run?"

"I heard that this trick rune funeral, you must use the rune on the magic weapon of this folding fan to be able to perform, this folding fan, it is the imperial soldier of Emperor Wen Xian when he was young, I didn't expect that in this competition, Gongzi Wen Run actually used such a powerful magic weapon, I think this is called Xiumo, it should be lost. ”

Meng Qingyu saw that Ye Changan was watching with relish, and said curiously: "Who do you think, who will win?"

Ye Changan smiled, "It's not clear yet, but I don't think Xiu Mo should be weaker than Wen Run." ”

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Changan's words fell, he saw that Xiu Mo's face remained unchanged, and he carefully felt the spiritual power that eroded his body, and burst into a loud shout.

In the next moment, a terrifying scene appeared.

Xiu Mo's face was expressionless, and he actually used his spiritual power to consume his own flesh and blood.

With just one breath, Xiu Mo turned into a bloody man, and there was not a single intact skin on his body.

A flash of determination flashed in his calm eyes, obviously treating this competition as a life-and-death battle.

I heard him roar angrily, and under the stimulation of the severe pain, he actually stretched out his hands and began to tear the rune chain that was wrapped around his body and had been embedded in his body.

What was even more unexpected was that the blood on Xiu Mo's body began to penetrate these runes, and in just a few breaths, it had already dyed this golden rune chain red.

"Stop!"

Wen Run Gongzi looked at the magic weapon folding fan in his hand, which had turned dark red and began to lose his spirituality, and exclaimed in horror: "Stop!"

Xiu Mo didn't seem to hear Wen Run's shouting, and only then did he say softly, "Secret technique, bloodstained." ”

Most of the monks didn't understand it, it was obvious that the cultivator was locked by the rune chain, and he was about to be defeated.

At this time, why is the gentle son who has the upper hand nervous?

Because Zhang Cuihua is now a woman of Wen Run Gongzi, Zhang Qiang naturally pays attention to Wen Run Gongzi.

His face was full of doubts, and he looked sideways at Ye Changan, "Ye Gongzi, do you understand what's going on?"

Ye Changan didn't hide it, and a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, "It was indeed Wen Run who had the upper hand just now, but it was not easy to cultivate Mo, he actually used his own blood to stain the rune chain, which affected the spirituality of the rune." ”

"Plus these runes should not be copiable, that is to say, in the Nine Spirit Realm, only Wen Run has such a set of runes. ”

"If it continues, no matter whether he wins or loses, Wen Run will lose this powerful magic weapon, and he will not be able to use the secret technique of rune funeral in the future. ”

Zhang Qiang nodded, as if he had some understanding, and kept a question:

"Contaminating the rune chain with your own blood, I don't understand what logic this is. ”

Ye Changan nodded lightly and patiently explained: "Actually, it's not pollution, it's just because this cultivation is penance, and there are a lot of mottled power and Dao wounds in the bloodline, once you enter the rune chain, it will begin to corrode these runes, and after a long time, this powerful magic weapon will become a useless waste." ”