Silently exited the ancestral house, closed the door that was almost scattered, and he did not repair it.

At the back of the village, there should be purple cherry blossoms that have been sprinkled for thousands of years, and it seems that the cherry blossoms will never fall, at this time, I saw that the ground was yellow, the purple cherry trees had fallen, and there were only a few new shoots, growing slowly, maybe six years old is not too short, those new branches, are not small, but compared to the huge main pole, they can still only be regarded as young shoots.

It's been six years, they can't bloom even once, the once prosperous scene no longer exists, and the figures dancing under the trees have long since passed away with the wind.

He stopped here for a long time, under the purple cherry tree, there are too many good memories.

Carefree, no suspicions.

The purple cherry blossoms floating in the sky are like fairies with soft petals, sprinkled on the world.

Things have long been wrong, even if they are nostalgic, what can they change?

Pushing open the door, his hands trembled a little, it was his home, and it kept the warmest memory.

He closed his eyes and looked back carefully, his father's pure words, his mother's doting ......

He misses the feeling of being in his mother's arms.

It's all gone......

He walked through every corner of the village, his eyes wandering, everything he was once most familiar with was only memory.

Perhaps, even the memory is not complete.

He turned around, no longer nostalgic, the time that had passed was irretrievable, and it was time for him to complete his life's journey.

Maybe...... I can never remember the ......

......

"Mo, are you the only one left?"

"No, there are many, many people, even if they leave the ancestral land, they are still surnamed Mo, and they are still Mo's people. ”

"What are your plans?"

Mo Chenxiao shook his head slightly.

"I've seen some traces that those people are no ordinary masters, and some of them, and maybe I'm no match for them. ”

Some of the methods are too weird, even he has never seen them.

"The Great Li Dynasty, but there are still people from the Mo family. ”

"Yes. ”

Mo Chenxiao has no accident, the entire Shou'a belongs to the territory of Dali, but it has been lost for thousands of years.

The territory of Dali is extremely vast, encompassing the entire Yunlong realm.

How big is the Yunlong Realm?

Under Dali, twenty-eight kingdoms were divided, and many small kingdoms were established on their own, or regions that were independent for other reasons, and there were even large areas that had not been explored.

The head of the land of thousands of miles was lost, and they did not find it, which shows how vast the entire Dali is.

There are people in the Mo clan who are in the territory of Dali, and that is normal.

After all, there have been many people who have left the village and wandered outside.

His father also went out and returned crippled.

The soil of the outside world may not be suitable for everyone to live, maybe it is more prosperous, maybe it has more color.

Mo Chenxiao didn't ask anything more, and Zhan Wuyi was speechless.

He is waiting for the descendants of the Mo family, hoping that someone will survive, if he can, he wants to take him back to China, at least he can make his life worry-free.

But Mo Chenxiao was reluctant to go with him.

"On the side of Shenyue Well, there is a young man who is learning the sword, he is extremely talented, if possible, you can become friends, and on the road in the future, you can support each other, and you can also go further. ”

Mo Chenxiao's qualifications are also excellent, he can see it.

Mo Chenxiao, who has undergone many transformations, has qualifications far beyond Gu Suyi, and he can see it without clothes, but he can't see it deeply.

There are many things on Mo Chenxiao's body, he can't see.

He is flawless, but his hands are stained with countless blood, and his body is a demon, but he is still unsullied.

Infinite anger and resentment were absorbed by him, and he had no hatred.

Perhaps, his appearance is more like a righteous person.

Zhan Wuyi didn't leave immediately, he had his own things that needed to be understood, but at this time, he had a deeper bond, and he couldn't let go easily.

Mo Chen saw Gu Su Yi, he was still absorbing dragon qi, which had nothing to do with comprehension, and dragon qi naturally poured into his body, shaping the foundation for him.

If his physical fitness was one before, then now it has reached two, which seems to have improved a lot, but in fact, the foundation is still not enough, if he wants to go further in the martial arts, with his current physical fitness, he is still too weak.

Mo Chenxiao approached, and Gu Suyi looked over.

"Are you ......?"

There was surprise in his eyes, is this the person the seniors are waiting for?

His father wanted him to befriend this man, so that the Gusu clan would not be liquidated in the future.

At this time, when I saw it, I looked at it carefully, and I was slightly shocked.

"Are you .....?"

"Gu Suyi. ”

He didn't feel much.

"You, it seems, haven't practiced systematic exercises?"

Mo Chenxiao saw the problem at a glance, he had practiced swordsmanship, and he could see a lot of traces at a glance, Gu Suyi's sword was as calm as water, as if returning to the basics, but this is really not, but it has not started yet.

His sword may be very strong, after all, he has a deep understanding.

But he didn't have more sword moves, no more traces, no kaleidoscope, and no unparalleled determination.

His sword is like a piece of bluestone, no matter how the wind blows, the sword is still so straight and immovable.

It's like an ordinary person who holds a sharp blade in his hand and is not good at fighting, but he will slash people with a sword, and when he cuts, he will bleed and even die.

"I've seen people practice swords, and then they learn swords by themselves, but they haven't practiced any exercises. ”

"Yes, good understanding. ”

If you give him a set of appropriate exercises, he will surely soar to the sky.

Mo Chenxiao didn't stay too long, after a few simple chats, he decided to leave, this mountain is a memory, perhaps, he will not set foot in the future.

With this departure, his road will no longer be as quiet as before, and his hands may be stained with blood again.

Gu Xiaoshi is a good memory in his heart, he will return to see her, Xiaoya, and will gradually grow up, growing enough to protect himself.

The little beast is in the village, and with it, everyone can be much safer.

Black Mist Mountains, he once again set foot in this darkness.

It's still as gloomy as it used to be, and what is underneath it hasn't really awakened.

When he stepped into the demonic force field, the clothes on his body suddenly turned red like blood.

Golden veins are imprinted on it, and lotus petals bloom.

Standing on the demon altar and looking at the endless black cocoon below, his heart returned to the cold of the past.

The death of the world made him recover some regrets and allowed him to retain the last residual warmth.

made him miss and care.

Perhaps, he is no longer as ruthless as death, as cold as the night, and still regards life as grass and mustard, and everything as nothing.

He closed his eyes and recalled a few clear faces, leisurely sisters, are they still okay?

Ancient poems......

Liu Ruhua......

Wang Xiaoya......

Liu Ruhua may be able to go far in the piano, her blood is awakening, and it is a blue light.....

Baili Qinghe should not be able to escape the affectionate vein of the tassel.

If that's the case, it's a good ending.

......

The pitch-black cocoon was beating, it was the impulse that was about to break out of the cocoon, and they were already impatient.

Mo Chenxiao looked at it, his heart moved, hooked the blood ball, and in an instant, a ray of light shot out, accompanied by a black light burst out from the cocoon, and dense cracks appeared on the surface of the cocoon, and then exploded.

One by one, curled figures stood up, none of them were rickety, but majestic, their eyes dark and dazzling.

Their bodies are still human bodies, but the skin, which seems to be extremely tough leather, when they stand upright, their heights are different, but most of them are about two meters, only a small part, they are distorted by their minds, resulting in different forms of transformation, some people end up with double heads, some have long legs like claws, some have strange eyes, some have abnormal heads, some people are as fierce as iron tumors, and some people have flesh and blood disappeared, only bones remain, and they are alienated bones.

But most of them are in a normal state, with a horn in front of their foreheads that rises upright.

The horn represents the negative psychology, anger and resentment and other emotions that contributed to the formation of the horn.

Their figures stand upright and upright, which is a rebellion against the injustice of fate, and they will use this posture to fight against the injustices that fate has planted for them.

This group of transformed slaves was about 3,000 people.

They stepped out of their shattered cocoons and approached the Demon Altar, roaring hoarsely.

The Demon Lord is their honorific title for Mo Chenxiao.

It was Mo Chenxiao who gave them a new life, gave them strength, and gave them the ability to resist all kinds of injustices in the past.

Although they must have forgotten some things now, some obsessions, the obsessions that support their transformation, are more profound.

They're going to get something done, get something back, get something back.

"Demon Lord?" Mo Chenxiao frowned, he didn't really like this title very much.

At this moment, the blood cell transmitted a message, these days, it has absorbed a lot of things, and has accumulated enough origin, enough to baptize Mo Chenxiao again.

Mo Chenxiao raised his hand to stop their madness, and the scene quickly fell silent.

"Do you remember the name?"

Most of the slaves were confused, they had undergone metamorphosis, and a lot of unimportant information had been forgotten, including their names, and fragments of their minds, which were already very rare, but the blood cells on the demon altar had instilled some memories and wills in them.

Those memories include some martial arts memories, as well as a more defined nature for them, originally their temperament may be complex, but now, there is a common temperament, that is, aggression, there is a common mission, aggression for Mo Chenxiao.

"Think about the name for yourself, use whatever you think of, what you like. ”

Many slaves agreed.

Among them, there are some people and some things that they never forget, and they are always in prison, and they cannot be forgotten.

There are some people, their impression has been blurred, maybe it is unimportant, maybe it is consumed by various reasons, or it is overwhelmed by emotions, but they really don't remember, the only memory is the injustice of fate, which gave them many disasters.

People are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts.