This formation is much weirder than the Qimen Dunjia formation at the entrance of Mojialing. 『『[No pop-up novel network baoly] debuted

Mo Wen has suffered a loss, as soon as he entered this formation, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to act rashly, Mo Wen understood the stakes of being trapped in the formation, whether this was a natural formation or an artificially arranged formation

After thinking about the direction he came from, Mo Wen immediately turned around one hundred and eighty degrees, and then swept quickly in the direction he came, he didn't want to be trapped in this perverted formation.

But it's too late, once you come in, the step is wrong, and the formation will change wonderfully with the wrong step.

Mo Wen spread his blood wings and flew for a long time, but he never saw the road again, all around was a thick fog, he should have gone out according to the time, Mo Wen understood that he had been trapped in the formation, there was an abnormal silence all around, he was very anxious, he couldn't fly like this all the time, but looking at the denser and denser fog under his feet, he didn't know what kind of changes would happen when he fell.

After calming down his feelings, Mo Wen began to slow down, looking for a place to stay, and he had no sense of direction, so he could only wander around.

The dense fog has confused Mo Wen's sight, and he can't find the direction at all, not only that, but under the dense fog, Mo Wen often finds that poisonous snakes are densely scattered all around, if it weren't for the bloody wings, I'm afraid these poisonous snakes would be enough to kill him.

Of course, Mo Wen is not afraid of poisonous snakes, his poisonous body is no longer afraid of these, but it is not a way to float like this, and he must find a way to solve it.

Mo Wen was anxiously floating in the air, and he didn't know how much time had passed, Mo Wen felt extremely tired, and understood that this was a reaction to excessive body consumption.

With the use of blood wings, the consumption of true yuan is ten times that of ordinary luck, and after such a long period of take-off, Mo Wen's body will naturally consume a lot, and now he must find a place to rest immediately, otherwise the consequences can be imagined.

At this time, as Mo Wen flew, a thick fog suddenly surged in front of him, and under this thick fog, Mo Wen felt dizzy, and then the blood wings lost their effect and lost consciousness.

The moon is like water, the sound of insects is constantly heard in the woods, and the full moon of the sun shines brightly on the four fields.

The large forests are coated with a thin layer of moonlight, which has a surprising beauty, but unfortunately no one is in the mood to enjoy this rare beauty now.

In the middle of the forest, there is a small lake, and above the lake, is a delicate bamboo thatched house, like a bird's nest, very beautiful, and at the door of the thatched house, on a bamboo bench, sits a gray, long-haired old man.

Directly in front of the old man lay a sleeping young man on the bamboo bed.

This old man also seemed to care about this young man very much, looking at him with a look in his eyes, revealing a strong sense of concern, he was no one else, even if Mo asked's own grandfather Mo Haotian.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, the sky and the earth were dark, and Mo Haotian's expression had a sense of gloom and worry, which quickly dissipated into the night.

All night, Mo Haotian sat in front of the young man like this, silent.

Waited until dawn, in the fresh air of the early morning, the flowers and trees next to the bamboo house with the morning dew looked extraordinarily delicate, Mo Haotian sat cross-legged in front of the young man, and the sun sprinkled spots and bright spots on him through the flowers and trees.

Mo Haotian stood up and muttered to himself, "It's time to wake up."

After saying that, he walked leisurely towards the bamboo house.

The bamboo house is very simple, there are two rooms in total, a kitchen, one is a bedroom, in the central hall, there is a bamboo table and chairs, on which are placed a few bamboo teacups, all the qiē in the house is made of bamboo, and the same is true for the bedroom qiē, which is strange, there is no quilt here, and a qiē looks so weird.

The young man lying on the bamboo bed, his face was flushed, and he was sleeping soundly, he was Mo Wen.

Mo Wen slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yiqiqi in front of him in amazement, and silently asked himself: Where is this, is this the legendary Bai Xueling

After he was fully awake, he immediately felt that there was someone around him, and he hurriedly turned around to look, only to see a white-haired old man standing beside him, with a kind smile on his face, and a kind of kindness in his eyes, Mo Wen did not speak, sat up unhurriedly, inspected the surrounding environment, and asked: "Hello, is this Bai Xueling, am I looking for Mo Haotian?"

"Your name is Mo Qian" Mo Haotian didn't return to Mo Qian's question, he looked at Mo Wen with a smile, and the smile on his face became even stronger: "Your cultivation is not shallow, if it weren't for this, if you broke into Baixue Ridge alone, you would definitely die, and there are undoubtedly few people who can hold out in the formation for eight hours, you did it."

When Mo Wen heard this, he was taken aback, hurriedly stood up, looked at the old man in front of him carefully, and was suspicious in his heart, and hurriedly continued to ask: "You are grandpa"

Mo Haotian smiled but didn't answer, and said with a smile: "It's your father who sued you."

Mo Wen hurriedly took out the jade pendant, handed it respectfully, and said respectfully in his mouth: "Grandson Mo Wen, meet grandpa"

When the distance between the two of them was closer, Mo Wen could clearly feel that this old man's cultivation had broken through the middle stage of the Holy Realm, and his whole body exuded a kind of immortal-like divine power, which made Mo Wen feel suffocated in an instant.

The cultivation of the Holy Realm was so powerful that Mo Wen was amazed, and when he finished speaking, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and made three heads in front of the old man.

"Get up, it's all your own family, don't be polite" Mo Haotian stretched out his hand and stroked his beard on his chin, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Mo asked, I'm curious, Mojialing doesn't allow anyone to intermarry with the outside world, how can you have the breath of the blood clan on your body and you are here, so why did your father send you here?"

Mo Wen stood up and hurriedly explained: "Grandpa, a lot of things have happened in Mojialing, one or two sentences are not clear, as for the blood clan breath on my body, it is a continuation of my mother's blood, my father's legs were poisoned and disabled, and he was unable to move, so let his grandson come to visit his grandfather and beg grandpa to pass on his grandson's Qimen Dunjia technique."

As he spoke, Mo Wen hugged his fists at Mo Haotian, and his movements were very respectful.

Mo Haotian listened to Mo Wen's narration with a solemn expression, and when he heard the origin of Mo Wen's blood clan's breath, his eyes flashed with a different color, and he disappeared in a flash, after listening to Mo Wen's introduction, he stretched out his hand and took Mo Wen's veins, and then took up his true qi and looked at Mo Wen's meridians, and was silent for a long time.

When Mo Wen saw the old man's movements, he sighed in his heart at the magic of martial arts, when the old man took the pulse, he felt that there was a hot current in his body running rapidly, and soon controlled the power in his body in the dantian, and the holy realm cultivation was really powerful.

Mo Haotian raised his head, took the jade pendant in Mo Wen's hand, stroked and inspected it for a long time, and then handed it to Mo Wen, and said: "It's okay to pass on your Qimen Dunjia technique, but what happened to you, grandpa can't help you, you have to solve it yourself, and tell your father that you are not allowed to leave Mojialing, and the bell solver still needs to tie the bell person to do it himself."

"Grandpa, why if my father continues to stay in Mojialing, Mo Tianbao, that bastard, he won't let my father go, please go out of the valley to administer justice. When Mo Wen heard the old man's words, his heart was suddenly shocked, his expression was flustered, and his tone was anxious.

"Young man, don't be impatient when you encounter trouble, if your heart is uneven, you will be chaotic, if your anger is not smooth, if you are not right, you will be evil, you are in such a state of mind, how to achieve great things, you are responsible for the ghost gate, the blood clan, and Mojialing, if you can't calm down the irritability in your heart, how to save your mother"

"Ah" After Mo Wen heard the old man's words, he was shocked again, and kept shouting in his heart: How did he know that this was incredible

Mo Wen and this old man didn't say anything, could it be that they could read each other's memories just by taking the pulse just now

Mo Wen has a ghost gate stunt, if he is willing to do this, he can also do it, but if the cultivation is not enough, it will cause backlash, so he doesn't dare to try it lightly.

"Are you surprised," Mo Haotian smiled faintly.

"Hmm" Mo Wen nodded his head and whispered: "Grandpa, our family is so fateful"

"You need to change your fate by yourself, in your own hands" Mo Haotian didn't wait for Mo Wen to finish the rest of the words, he interrupted Mo Wen impatiently.

This sentence is full of the philosophy of life, leading Mo Wen into contemplation.

Indeed, a person's fate is in his own hands, and he cannot bow to fate, let alone complain about a little thing.

Mo Wen seemed to understand something, nodded, didn't say anything, followed Mo Haotian, and walked towards the forest.

After eating some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger, Mo Haotian took out the secret book of Qimen Dunjia, let Mo Wen memorize it, and asked Mo Wen to memorize it as quickly as possible, Mo Wen saw this ancient book, he was very happy, and he could make a lot of money now, this is the ancient book of Qimen Dunjia, all-encompassing, all-encompassing, whether he can learn it or not, it also depends on Mo Wen's creation.

When you get the ancient book, don't ask about forgetting to sleep and eating, and read it at night.

After taking advantage of the time of one day and one night, I finally memorized the content of the ancient book of Qimen Dunjia.

In the early morning, the harmonious morning light gently sprinkled on the bed through the window, Mo Wen pushed the door open and came to the courtyard, the sun had not yet risen, but the air was already filled with the fresh mist of dawn, the green grass and flowers had been covered with a thin layer of dew, and the early lark was singing in the half-light and half-dark cloud sky.

Breathe deeply into the fresh air full of mountains and valleys, feel energetic, full of strength, standing in the courtyard, the valley scenery near and far is in full view, only to see the scenery everywhere.

Baixueling is about three or four hundred meters in circumference, the terrain is slightly lower than the surroundings, surrounded by towering trees in the distance, the trees are lush and green, giving people a sense of tranquility, and occasionally one or two crisp birdsong makes people feel more harmonious.

The bamboo hut built by Mo Haotian is located on the central hill in the middle of the valley, and directly below is a small hu, and the small streams on both sides flow through the two sides of the small lake, and meet in the lake.

The scenery of this place is beautiful and charming, with green grass and flowers and trees scattered among them.

After admiring the beautiful scenery here, Mo Wen looked around, but couldn't find Mo Haotian's figure, suddenly, when he was puzzled, Mo Haotian's voice came from his ears: "Boy, after reading Qimen Dunjia, come and break the formation, I want to see how much your kid remembers"

The voice echoed in the valley, but it was not found where the old man was hiding.

Mo Wen didn't dare to slack off, and immediately spread his blood wings and flew towards the forest.

The moment he entered the forest, it instantly turned into a terrifying world, and the beauty around him disappeared, replaced by a terrifying, infiltrating scene like hell