Mo Luo carefully cut off the branches and leaves of the fruit tree of life and death with the Wraith Knife and put them away, leaving only a bare trunk in the end, and then grabbed the trunk and got up, "Aunt Hua, I'm going to spend my second tribulation!"

You Ruohua answered, saying let's go together to protect the Dharma for Mo Luo, Mo Luo did not agree, but asked You Ruohua to pick up Ya'er over. It's been almost a day, and it's inevitable that something will go wrong with Ya'er, and Youruohua herself is actually not at ease for a long time, at this time, seeing that Mo Luo insisted on not using his own Dharma protector, thinking that Mo Luo should have something to rely on, he agreed, and immediately rushed to Ya'er's hiding place.

Mo Luo also came out of the cave, found a relatively empty hillside, and then took out the main trunk of the fruit tree of life and death, sat down cross-legged, and the strength of the heart and the edge of the path were all intertwined in the main trunk to comprehend, and soon an ethereal force with Mo Luo as the center turned into a circle of ripples and spread to the place where it was getting farther and farther outside, and when the third circle of ripples appeared, it had already enveloped the entire Venerable Realm. Under the shroud of this force, all the living beings in the Venerable Realm were stagnant at this moment, as if time had stopped moving at this moment, and the only thing that could move was the Demon Luo who should be robbed, and the bloody funeral day in the sky was also unaffected.

"Sure enough, my fate is tribulated, and the living beings are not visible. "Mo Luo secretly said, I found it during the first tribulation, and I was completely sure at this time, so I was sure to let You Ruohua leave, because it was completely impossible for other creatures to disturb my calamity!

"The Second Tribulation, what is .....?" Mo Luo couldn't stop muttering, the aura emanating from the main trunk in his hand became more and more intense, but Mo Luo couldn't even sense what kind of aura it was. Life and death fruit tree, is that the breath of life and death? Mo Luo said secretly, but he didn't feel it either. The breath of life and death has been felt on the disk of reincarnation, and the cycle of life and death is only a part of reincarnation, but now the breath on this branch is not, what is it?

This aura became more and more intense, gradually enveloping Mora completely, forming a kind of mist, which only continued to hover around Mora's body, and Mora's perception gradually lost, and his consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

What is going on with this catastrophe?

Mora's consciousness sank as he continued to sink into it, and finally at some point began to wake up, and then his consciousness gradually returned. However, Mo Luo saw that he was in a mundane village, and the people in the village were all mortal spirits, and even Mo Luo sensed that there was not the slightest power of cultivation between heaven and earth.

Where is this?

Moro suddenly panicked, and then hurriedly checked his physical condition, only to find that all his powers could not work, as if all of them had disappeared; Moro was surprised, but soon turned into panic, because he suddenly realized that the vision he saw with his eyes had all kinds of colors, and his lost right arm was also conscious!

No, no, I should say that I don't have that blood-colored flame in my eyes, my eyes and arms are there...... Moro approached a small river that surrounded the village and saw himself in the reflection of the river.

What he saw was an ordinary Terran boy, gray-brown clothes, ordinary appearance, thin figure, eyes more attentive, and sound limbs. Is this oneself?mortal?

Mo Luo had a lot of questions in his heart, and these questions revolved around the second tribulation that he was supposed to do, and he couldn't find an answer for a while.

"Bastard boy!" Mo Luo suddenly felt that the back of his head was slapped by a big hand, and a majestic middle-aged man stood behind him and said to him, "Don't you want to be lazy again?"

"Uh, who are you?" Moro looked confused, he had to know who you were.

"Hey, bastard, stupid?!" the middle-aged man looked angry, "I'm your father!"

"Hahahaha, sixth uncle, Brother Fa Cai must have fallen down the hill yesterday and his mind is not sober," a tall young man came out of the village and put his arm around Mo Luo's shoulders and said with a hearty smile: "I see, let's let Brother Fa Cai rest and rest today!" As he spoke, he quietly squeezed his eyebrows at Mo Luo, as if he was signaling Mo Luo to pretend to have a headache and cooperate.

"Who is Fa Cai? are you talking to me?" asked Mo Luo or Mu Mu.

"I'll go," the tall young man suddenly stared at Mo Luo with worry, "Sixth uncle, Brother Fa Cai won't be really stupid, right?"

……

"Son, your name is Niu Facai, your father's name is Niu Liu, and my mother's name is Wang Hua," a middle-aged and slightly chubby woman said to Mo Luo with a worried and concerned face, "Son, what's wrong with you, don't scare your mother!"

Mo Luo on the opposite side sat on a rough bench, looked at the wooden house that was said to be his family, and then looked complicated, hesitated for a long time, and then cautiously said to Wang Hua, "Mother?"

"Alas!" Wang Hua saw that Mo Luo finally responded, and looked happy, "Son, wait for my mother to cook for you, it'll be fine when you're full." Then he went to the kitchen to cook.

Moro walked out of the house and walked around the village, constantly greeted by people along the way, as if he had known each other for a long time, as if he had ...... He is the cow fortune, the cow who has lived here since he was a child.

Dream?

I am...... Cattle make a fortune?

Moro looked at his rough hands, which were ordinary hands that had been used to farm work and had experienced a lot of wind and frost.

At dusk, the smell of food wafted from room to room, and in each room there was a woman calling her children home to eat, and among them was the call of Wang Hua.

"It's home, it's time to eat. Moro muttered as he walked toward the wooden house.