The magic circle made by Langya Yunyu opened in response to the situation, and the power of the four poles rushed up to the stars, converging into a brilliant ray of light, connecting the pyramid tip and the distant cosmic coordinates!

This light with no end in sight seems to pierce the eternal darkness. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The ink shadow floated at the top of the pyramid, standing in the air, and the night wind blew the corners of her clothes, almost wanting to ride the wind back.

She looked down and saw that Ye Fan had also changed into the costume of the demon race, pretending to be Mo Wuxian.

"Let's start!" Ye Fan nodded towards the ink shadow.

What will happen to the Mo Clan's Dao Altar this time is a matter of fate.

Mo Ying also knows what is at stake, the only thing she doesn't know is that Mo Wuxian is not dead, in order to avoid the news leakage causing panic in the virtual world, Ye Fan told a big lie to the outside world, strictly requiring Kunlun to keep secrets, and no one is allowed to spread the news of the Mo clan.

Mo Ying's hands played several complex and mysterious tricks in a row, her body suddenly floated up, and met the light, her forehead was instantly hit by the light, and in an instant, her clothes were hunting, and a golden aura bloomed around her body, and her posture was like a goddess flying into the sky, dazzling and beautiful.

She is playing Mo Xuehong at the moment, in terms of appearance alone, Mo Xuehong is not inferior to the vast majority of beauties, and under the power of the magic circle, she looks even more gorgeous and cannot be looked at directly.

The light shot out of the earth and merged into the cosmic starry sky, and the ink shadow always maintained this posture, levitating in the air, but her mind was no longer here, and with the light, at a speed beyond the speed of light, it flew through the endless space!

All sorts of strange sensations sink deep into the mind, light and darkness, explosions, solidification, fire, dust...... All kinds of visions hit Mo Ying's mind, making her feel like her brain was almost torn into countless pieces, and a strong nausea hit her heart, her head was hot as if she was immersed in boiling water, and her whole body swelled with discomfort!

Above the ink shadow's tightly closed eyelids, the two eyebrows were tightly furrowed, extremely painful.

At this moment, the blood in her whole body surged up and rushed to her head, and the hot current gently soothed the discomfort in her mind, making her clenched fists slightly loosen.

This is the advantage of the Mo bloodline, this ancient secret method, the power of blood is skillfully fused, relieving the pressure of space when connecting the altar, outsiders are absolutely unable to use it, forcibly urging this spell will exacerbate the explosion of divine consciousness, which is equivalent to suicide.

Ye Fan looked up at Mo Ying's every move, and his heart was extremely nervous.

From this moment on, he had no ability to help, and he could only rely on Moying himself.

Without the concept of time and space, I don't know how long it took, Ink Shadow felt as if she had arrived in a warm, moist ocean, and all the discomfort disappeared, replaced by a wonderful feeling of a wanderer returning home.

She immediately realized that she had arrived at the Mo Clan's Dao Altar in the Three Thousand Dao Realms!

What the hell is this?Ink Shadow's divine consciousness wandered in this vast ocean, and suddenly, a golden light flashed, and she felt that she had rushed out of this sea, and was caught by that golden light, and thrown into another space.

This space, completely enclosed, with no way to move, was pitch black, completely imprisoning her divine sense.

"Who's coming?" A god-like majestic divine consciousness voice came, almost shattering the ink shadow's divine consciousness.

In this dark space, a pair of golden light sources as hot as stars suddenly appeared!

Mo Ying had just entered the Yuan Infant Stage, and his divine sense was too weak, and he had only reached the threshold level of connecting the clan altar, far less than Mo Xuehong, and even inferior to Mo Wu. Being shocked like this, his consciousness swayed, and he almost left his body.

Enduring the severe pain, Mo Ying reported to the other party: "Ancestor, I am Mo Xuehong!"

"Are you Xue Hong?" the other party was obviously taken aback, "Why are your divine senses so weak?"

The pair of golden light sources, the brilliance also flourished, blooming a halo several feet long.

"Back to the ancestors, we have just experienced a battle of life and death before, and we have all suffered heavy losses. Mo Ying sensed the strong power of the other party, and his divine sense was about to dissipate.

"What, what's the harm?" The Ink Clan Ancestor slowed down his tone when he heard this, a glimmer of light floated in, and the ink shadow felt that the wavering divine sense instantly grew a lot!

This Mo Clan Ancestor can actually help her enhance her divine sense, this skill is really terrifying!

"Daddy's consciousness is traumatized, Mo Tuo ...... Motuo died in battle......"

"What!?" the Mo Clan Ancestor was taken aback, "Who can be injured without injury?"

He didn't care about Mo Tuo's death, but Mo Wuxian was a pseudo-immortal! The strength was already very high, and under normal circumstances, three or five earth immortals couldn't fight him, this expedition to the Void Realm, opening up branches and leaves for the Mo Clan, I thought it was a matter of nine out of ten, but it turned out to be there!

"In the previous battle, Daddy fought with the monk surnamed Ye, and the Mo Xingmu was destroyed by the Immortal Emperor, and Mo Tuo died unfortunately for Daddy to block the fatal blow, but fortunately we successfully killed him in that battle. Later, during the expedition to the Guangwu Continent, my father fought fiercely with the sword master of the Nine Absolute Sword Sect, and my divine consciousness was injured again, so this time I will report the situation to the clan......"

The ink shadow gradually entered the state, and said the prepared words together.

The other party pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Where is the Mo Wu?"

"Before we arrived in the Void Realm, Mo Wu had been killed by the surname Ye, and the Immortal Emperor pointed to his father, intact. Ink Shadow replied.

"Hmm...... Thank you for your hard work!" The other party expressed his satisfaction, and asked again: "Do you want to send more people to help your father and daughter?"

"Daddy is now in control of the Void Realm, and the Guangwu Continent connected to the Void Realm is also under control, so there is no need to bother anymore. Mo Ying declined the Ancestor's kindness.

"That's good, bring a message to the injury, just say, your clan already knows the situation there, just rest assured to recuperate, as for the Immortal Emperor's phalanges, don't be in a hurry to send them back for a while. ”

"Yes, Ancestor. Ink Shadow secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"When you stabilize there, there is no chance to go to the immortal realm without injury, and then report to the clan, and the old man will send another person to contact and take back the immortal emperor's finger. Your consciousness is weak now, and it is not appropriate to stay for a long time, so go back first!"

After this transmission penetrated into her divine sense, Mo Ying felt that the two dazzling light sources slowly disappeared, and she suddenly realized, could this be the eyes of that ancestor?

There was no time to inquire about the answer to this question for the time being, and the surroundings instantly fell into darkness, as if they had fallen into a bottomless abyss!

The strong sense of weightlessness, emptiness, and powerlessness made all her consciousness unable to condense and concentrate, and her consciousness suddenly stopped.

Ye Fan, who was standing at the bottom of the pyramid, at this moment, saw the ink shadow planted downwards on his back, and secretly exclaimed that it was not good, and he hurriedly teleported into the air and caught her by the waist!

The circle around the pyramid of Khufu still shot beams of light into the void, and the ink shadow's eyes were tightly closed, and he fell into a coma.