Everything was like a dream, and I didn't know if it was true or not, where everything I saw came from, and why it made me see it. I don't understand, I don't understand. Is this the world, full of unknowns, unknowns, ignorant understanding.

"Wake up......"

Who's calling me?

……

In the Wind Dream Palace, the old man looked at Mo Luo blankly, at the collapsed blue-green wooden coffin, and at the green-robed young man floating in the air like that, unable to say a word. It was really what Moluo did that made the old man's mind confused, the blue green coffin was very important, it was used to lock the life and rhyme of the young man in the coffin, if there was no life, he would die, and if there was no rhyme, he would become a living dead. In fact, the life of a young man is very incredible, after all, he was born without life, such a person can be said to not exist in the first place, it is an existence outside the Tao, only this lock coffin given to him by the first ancestor of the demon clan back then can save the life and rhyme of this young man. But now, Mo Luo split the coffin with a knife, first, the young man's life and rhyme don't know if it will dissipate, and second, there is no way out, all success or failure is in this move, all he can expect is that Mo Luo can succeed!

"I have long guessed that everything cannot be avoided. Alas......" the old man sighed deeply.

Just as the old man was sighing, in the main hall, a shocking change suddenly appeared! Just after Mo Luo's "Destiny, Name", the eyes of the green-robed young man floating in the air trembled faintly, and he was trying to open his eyes! Moreover, his lips moved slightly, he was struggling to say what to write!

Word name.

Say your own name, or I won't be able to help you. Don't you want to see the world, don't you want to know the answer, then open your eyes yourself......

Mo Luo turned around slowly, now whether this green-robed young man can wake up can only rely on himself, and what he has to do is not just waiting. After all, this teenager should not exist, and he is an existence that the Tao does not recognize.

Especially the current "Tao".

That's why we need Moro, and we need his fate!

"It's time to start," Moro clenched the black knife in his hand, the old man's mouth, the Wraith Knife! He still slashed with a knife, and without reservation. This slash was obviously only aimed at the void, but it seemed to have slashed something, and the traces of the slash appeared clearly and stayed in place quietly. Blocked by something!

An old man next to him was stunned.

What are you doing?!I#¥%*!This is in my Wind Dream Temple, okay, how can there be something there that I don't even notice about?......

Then the old man fell into a great panic. Because, he realized what it would be. Being unaware of his true ancestral realm combined with the "mourning" of Mo Luo before, how could the old man not guess what it would be.

The ...... of the year That mourning ...... What......

Back then, when this green-robed boy was just born, the heavens and the earth changed, and a terrifying phantom suddenly appeared, about to strangle the newborn child, and on the side, the first ancestor of the Wind Clan, who was already in the ancestral realm at that time, was powerless to fight back! Fortunately, the first ancestor of the demon clan who came to celebrate made a timely move, blocked the phantom, and took out the coffin to lock the child, and the phantom gradually dissipated. Later, what was going on, or the first ancestor of the demon clan told him, and because of this, there was the agreement of the year!

The First Ancestor of the Demon Clan's plan was too deep, if it weren't for this child, how could he Feng Clan get involved? After all, this child is the body of the Wind Source, and it is the foundation of the Wind Clan's continuation.

But now this phantom of the year has reappeared again!

The old man was on the verge of despair. The demon clan has been sealed, and the first ancestor of the demon clan has disappeared, who can stop this phantom?

This demon boy, Moluo, is it......

Moro slowly raised his head at this time, and the blood-colored flames in his dim eyes began to burn, and these burning eyes looked closely at the place in the void, where a phantom gradually appeared. It was a black shadow, with a golden ghost mask on its face, and it was impossible to see the specific form, but there was an aura that could be clearly perceived. That is, the breath of heavenly mourning that now dominates the laws of the Great Dao!

"I'm just waiting for you, let's fight. Mo Luo muttered softly, and an inexplicable aura surged on his body, as if he was unknown in his fate. That's the fate of Mora.

Mo Luo did not use the power of the first tribulation that had just been liberated after crossing the Nine Tribulations, but only used the power of his fate path, poured into the Wraith Soul Knife, and slashed out again! After one slash, Mo Luo immediately punched, condensed, and whispered from the unknowable distance, unknown and confused like a light mist...... One punch, one mush!

After this knife punch, it was not over, the blood-red flame in Mo Luo's eyes was sheng, spreading to the Wraith Soul Knife, Mo Luo stepped out lightly again, and the reincarnation disc under his feet appeared, the breath of the edge and reincarnation were intertwined, condensed on the Wraith Knife and flickered gently, and Mo Luo's last knife was cut out!

The phantom threw a heavy punch in the face of the first knife, but the knife couldn't stop the punch that penetrated the phantom and slashed at the phantom's body. In the face of Mo Luo's second punch, he blocked it with another palm, but Mo Luo's punch was not a physical but a psychological impact, and hit the phantom again, and the phantom fell into a pause in consciousness, and the phantom also became a little dim. At this moment, the last sword of the demon came, and slashed at the phantom, which seemed to be unable to maintain it any longer, and gradually dissipated like that, only the golden ghost mask actually condensed into a solid body and fell to the ground. There were blood stains flowing from the corners of Mo Luo's mouth, and the eyes burning with blood-colored flames were dim again, and the second palm of the phantom was carried down by Mo Luo. Moro walked over slowly, picked up the mask, and walked slowly again, gently placing the mask on the face of the green-robed young man. The golden-colored mask flashed with black and green light, constantly changing back and forth!

And Moro, turn around and leave!" Wake up or not, find your own answers, and speak for yourself. ”

Behind him, the green-robed young man's lips trembled slightly, as if he was struggling, to say his name, he wanted, to say his name!