This is not only the place where the successive patriarchs lived, but also a sacred place where the heritage of the fox clan is preserved.

The bloodline and lifeblood of the clan are buried here, and the natal inheritance of the Ice Fox clan and the large number of treasures that have been accumulated since the ancient famine era are concentrated here, protected by layer after layer of strict formations, even if the patriarch himself, if he does not have a spirit card that can prove his identity, he will be attacked mercilessly by the formation.

――The information about the ethnic group was specially left to him by his mother, and with the unraveling of the small memory that was sealed when he was a child, it was also unraveled, so Mo Chuan specially kept an eye on it, and before going to the Holy Land, he also specially found the body of the team leader and got the passing spirit card in his hand.

The outer formation had been violently destroyed, and he walked all the way to the core unimpeded.

Such a brutal trace of destruction is exactly the same as the trace of the first four layers of the destruction maze array, and you don't need to think about it to know who did it. Maybe it was because the change in the Maze Array had been delayed for too long, and he didn't know if he was gone or deliberately hidden, and he couldn't feel the man's coercion here at all.

Considering the appearance of no one in the man's eyes before, combined with the fox demons who had been dead for a while outside, Mo Jiukong guessed that it was more likely to be the latter.

Although it is not clear how high the specific strength of that man is, just by virtue of his ability to kill a race in such a short period of time, it is enough to have the capital of the eyes and emptiness, with the strength and arrogance of the man, Mo Jiukong has reason to believe that the other party will not be interested in the inheritance of the Ice Fox Clan, the race is different, even if it is useless.

Inheritance of this kind of thing is mostly targeted, except for a few general inheritance, the inheritance of a race is generally only inherited by its own people, and it is chicken ribs for outsiders. If you retreat to the next best, you must also have the blood of this race flowing in your body, just like Qi Ling in the original book, it is also because she has a wisp of the blood of the ancient desolate beast on her body that she can inherit its natural skills, but it is precisely because the bloodline is too thin that she only awakens two items.

He only has half of the Ice Fox bloodline, and it is really hard to say whether he will be limited by the thin bloodline in terms of inheritance.

In view of the fact that the different races of the fox clan are strictly forbidden to each other, and the fox clan is very sensitive, even if someone violates the ban, it will often be found when the child is not yet born, so the number of mixed races is very small, and even if there is, it is impossible to be brought into the holy land to accept the inheritance, so no one knows about the impure breed so far

But now there is no choice, the entire Ice Fox Clan is dead, only he, who is not recognized, those inheritances and the treasures collected by the Ice Fox Clan, are placed in front of him, and there is no reason to take the initiative to let go.

Constantly thinking about it in his heart, carefully passing through the destroyed and non-threatening outer formation, Mo Jiukong soon came to the inner circle, but what surprised him a little was that the inner formation had also been destroyed, and he didn't have a chance to use the common spirit card at all.

More carefully passing through the wreckage of these equally non-threatening formations, he came to his final destination-

A spiritual lake.

The water is rippling, the lake is a pure ice blue, under the refraction of the sun, some clear and bright, like a whole piece of unpolished natural gemstones, pure and transparent, making people feel comfortable at a glance.

And the lake is tumbling on the surface

Somehow, when he saw this spiritual lake, he remembered the lake he had been to with Mo Chuan before.

Although it looked inconspicuous, there was a shocking secret hidden at the bottom of the lake, and he touched his sleeve, although he didn't know what the specific purpose of the dress was, but he was impressed by the fact that those people tried to do something to him, but they couldn't hurt him in any way.

At this moment, he didn't look carefully at every location on the treasure map, and naturally he didn't notice that the lake he was recalling "happened" to be marked on the treasure map.

The black hair is scattered in the water, like a clump of diffuse aquatic plants, swaying slightly with the movement, the careless eyes are not focused, down is a pair of crimson lips, tightly closed, so that people can pry it open with their tongues*, and then down is the neckline that has been torn a little scattered, and a large piece of fair skin is exposed, like the most delicate mutton fat jade, and then ......

The power of the heart demon is still there, and once an opening is opened, the mind rushes in an uncontrollable direction.

Mo Jiukong came back to his senses and jumped into the lake with an expressionless face.

After verifying his bloodline, he came to the door of a wide stone chamber.

When he pushed it open, he was presented with a stone platform that was two people high, and the stone chamber was neatly rectangular, with several small doors on each side.

I don't know if it's because I'm too confident in the layers of enchantments outside, but there are no enchantments in the core.

Mo Jiukong walked towards the stone platform.

The so-called inheritance, in fact, is not a specific item, but some special abilities, the so-called preservation of the inheritance, but also the preservation of the method of inheritance.

During the ancient wilderness, each powerful spirit beast had its own special ability, with the decline of the ancient wilderness, these spirit beasts gradually fell, but their bloodline continued, forming one race after another, and those special abilities were also hidden in the bloodline, continuing to this day.

The inheritance relies on the bloodline, and in principle, everyone with the bloodline of a certain race can awaken the inheritance of that race, but the truth is far from the case.

There are many kinds of inheritances, some groups have only a few inheritances, while others can reach hundreds.

Some people with outstanding talents can awaken and inherit on their own, while most of those with mediocre qualifications still have to rely on the assistance of the outside world to have the possibility of awakening, and more of them can't even awaken a inheritance in their lifetime.

These "external assistance" are items with the power of inheritance, that is, the spirit beast itself, which is divided into two types, one is the "origin" and the other is the "descendant".

"Origin" is the source of a clan, that is, the birthplace of inheritance, the parts of the ancient desolate spirit beast, because of the age, can be preserved only a very small part, but these very few parts, every inch contains all the power of inheritance, there is a great possibility to stimulate the inheritance in the bloodline of the clan.

The "descendants" are the parts of the people who later awakened the inheritance, after they fell, they took the bones and fur of their whole body and preserved them, and over thousands of years, the amount accumulated was very considerable, but after all, these inheritors were far from the ancestors of the ancient wilderness, and the effect of using their bones and fur to stimulate the inheritance was much worse.

These things are packed in boxes and placed on a stone platform, exuding a sense of blood oppression against their own clan.

Mo Jiukong jumped onto the stone platform and came to the largest and most oppressive box among them.

The coercion of the ancient wilderness and the oppression of the bloodline rushed mercilessly through the ancient box, his face remained unchanged, as if he was not affected in the slightest, and then he easily opened the box, and inside was some neatly arranged hair, blood contained in a jade box, and a few bones.

Then, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a large amount of spiritual energy rushed out of his body, and the contents of the box began to be vigorously crushed! The remains of these ancient desolate spirit beasts with the power of inheritance were quickly crushed into powder and dissipated into the air.

He did the same again, destroying all the contents of every box on the stone platform, before he showed a reassuring smile.

That's right, he came here not to accept the inheritance, but to destroy these things that contain the power of inheritance.

As early as when the man broke through the maze array, he had already awakened the entire inheritance of the Ice Fox Clan, so the purpose of his coming here was to extinguish the possibility of anyone awakening the inheritance in the future.

Although it is true that the Uh people in the Ice Fox Clan are dead, there are still a few who have been trained outside, and they ...... What if there's a half-blood? He doesn't want a second self.

The inheritance of the Ice Fox Clan, inherited by him alone, is enough.

Jump down from the stone platform, sweep away everything in the next few side rooms, and quickly leave the place.

The extermination of the ice fox will spread soon, and there must be a lot of people who want to pick up the leak at that time, although the inheritance cannot be used, but there are other treasures, all for the sake of profit, the fallen corpse will attract flies sooner or later, and of course you have to run away quickly if you take something.

Before running away, after reading the memories of several fox demons, Mo Jiukong finally understood what the situation was in the cultivation realm now.

- He has been imprisoned in the fox clan since he was three years old, and he has no chance to learn about the outside world.

After learning that the person he was thinking about was actually the rumored brutal Demon Dao Venerable, it was false to say that he was not surprised.

But after being surprised, he was very calm, not to mention how credible the rumors were, even if they were true, he didn't mind accompanying Mo Chuan to do anything - if that person was willing.

Speaking of himself, could he be a good person?

The fox clan station is still far away from the abyss of unemployment, and he won't be able to catch up for a while, and with his strength, it's hard to say whether he can get in, and those high-level spirit beasts and demon cultivators guarding the periphery are not easy to fool. So he worked hard to improve his strength while hurrying.

Because of the two hundred years of training in the Maze Array, his state of mind has also been very tenacious, as long as he has accumulated enough, he can advance at any time, so soon, his monk shell has risen to the Yuan Infant stage.

He chose the Monk Shell Advancement for two reasons.

First of all, the shell of the fox demon is still used to sell well, and it is not good if the strength is too high, and such a small spiritual root is not easy to cultivate, and after being promoted to the third order, he will no longer care.

Then, because the monk's shell realm is already relatively high, and the qualifications are also high, the realm rises much faster.

In this way, he came to the vicinity of the abyss of unemployment, but found something that made him anxious.

- People are not in it!

One of the inheritance of the fox clan, a skill that can only be passed on in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty, is to use the objects on the human body to calculate its location.

Because this skill can only be lit up in the infancy stage, at that time he was almost in the abyss of unemployment, so he didn't think about it, who knew that people would really not be there.

He was so carried away by the desperate desire to see the man that he took it for granted.

Fortunately, it was not that there was nowhere to follow, when he and Mo Chuan were separated, the only thing Mo Chuan left him was ...... That right hand.

He was reluctant to throw it away, but he couldn't keep it completely, the storage space could only store dead things, even if he put it inside, the aura in his broken hand would dissipate over time, and eventually the flesh and blood would be invisible, and all he could leave behind was those hard bones.

Bones are part of the human body, so he took a small phalanx and used it to calculate.

The results of the projection point to the extreme west, the Red Wind Desert.

But this calculation technique can only give a general direction, and no matter how accurate it is, it can only be calculated until his realm is higher.

So he originally went to the Chifeng Desert with the mentality of looking slowly, and on the way he rescued a team of people and hitched a ride on others.

The reason why he saved that group of monks was of course not because of kindness, he just felt that it was not appropriate to go to the Chifeng Desert alone.

Although he didn't mind those people coming to make trouble and making some extra money, he didn't have time to waste it on these senseless things right now.

Mo Jiukong, who originally had the idea of simply following this team everywhere to find it, never thought that he would be lucky enough to meet him as soon as he arrived at the periphery of the Red Wind Desert

Although it was not the original face, he had seen the face that had been disguised, and even though the impression of that face was much lighter than the original, he still remembered it clearly when he thought about it carefully. Not to mention that the conspicuous red dress is the same as the one on his body except for the color, and the peerless elegance of the body, even if it is covered up and changed to the world's appearance, it also exudes from the inside out.

There was no need to identify it at all, Mo Jiukong affirmed the identity of the person in front of him.

The surprise and excitement of a moment made his mind blank, and many pictures flashed in his mind at that moment, Mo Chuan held him in his arms, and the young man curled up his body slightly and nested in the arms of that person, that is, the closeness of the night and night made him so familiar with the breath of that person, engraved in the soul, even if it is reincarnation, it cannot be erased.

Because of the protection of this garment on his body, those so-called clansmen could not harm his body, but there were countless means to put pressure on his spirit.

For example, cold poison.

When this poison attacks, it will make people feel cold, lose their strength, freeze their minds, and have pain like pins and needles all over their bodies, which is extremely unbearable and difficult to eradicate.

In those thirty years of "forced questioning", sometimes he couldn't hold it and fainted, and Mo Chuan's figure was everywhere when he opened and closed his eyes, and the expression on this person's face was unchanged and indifferent most of the time, and only rarely would he show a faint smile to him that was almost imperceptible.

He survived thirty years with his memories, and then he was thrown into a maze, and when he was delirious, these fragments of memory flashed before his eyes, which were not clear, and were blown away by the wind like snowflakes, but they firmly supported him.

Even if he was covered in blood, he would crawl back from hell.

And then it was nearly a hundred years, and unlike the boundless pain before, this time it was a sweet dream, the man was pressed under him, entering again and again, he buried part of his body in the body of another person, and every friction made people shudder, sweaty kisses, lips and tongues intertwined, and bodies clinging to each other.

Even if I subconsciously knew that these were all illusory, I was still reluctant to wake up and let myself be immersed in this dream.

He never grasped anything, his mother died before he was a month, and the so-called biological father was just a passerby who made him feel alienated, longing to never see each other, and was imprisoned by the clan at the age of three, and then it was a hundred years of purgatory, a hundred years of dreams.

With these two hundred years...... No, it's the experience of life worse than death in the first hundred years, he is no longer the soft and glutinous little ball when he was a child who only thinks about being coquettish in Papa's arms every day, and his mind has become treacherous and indifferent. This kind of indifference is different from Mo Chuan's indifference on the surface, but it starts to be cold from the heart, indifferent to a qiē.

His formative years ended unconsciously in such a distorted environment, and his personality was also shaped crookedly, and since he came out, he began to be too lazy to get close to anyone and disliked others approaching, and took the initiative to rescue others just because the other party was still useful, and he did not hesitate to get out when he got in the way, and the greatest goodness was to stop causing trouble after successfully breaking away.

When I first took shape, when I learned to speak, I slurred my speech, shouted vaguely, "papa", and my walking posture was not right, I always wanted to use even two hands, crookedly, and finally I always fell into the arms of that person, and then was gently picked up.

It was the only one he could catch.

The fifth layer of the maze array, leading to seven emotions and chaotic mood.

Mo Jiukong felt that if he had family affection, he must be tied to Mo Chuan, and if he had love, he would still be tied to Mo Chuan. If there is still a trace of truth in his heart, it must be left to him.

He is his obsession, and the desire for exclusivity can also trigger lust.

No matter what the feelings are, in the final analysis, they are tied to a person.

If the obsession is too deep, it becomes a belief and a part of life.

So when he saw that person, he suddenly felt that the part of himself that had been missing for a long time was filled, and the warmth made his eyes start to heat.

So he picked up the steaming teacup in front of him, letting the white mist disperse in front of his eyes, and smiled at the man as he looked up.

He didn't wear the same clothes as Mo Chuan's outside, at least on the surface, he was just wearing an ordinary white robe.

At that time, it was obviously not a good time to recognize each other, and he was still using the shell of a monk, and he didn't plan to reveal his second identity so soon, so he patiently waited until the people in the team he saved were all rested before leaving.

After walking far enough, he began to make some small movements to lure out the snake-bellied spider located in the heart of the desert.

The grade of this spider is not high, but the trouble is that they are all group activities, and if there are more than a hundred of them together, even a Jindan monk is not easy to resist, not to mention that he has also recruited several groups in order to be safe.

It was no problem for him to get out safely with the strength of the two realms higher than these snake-bellied spiders, but none of the remaining group of people could escape, in order to prevent the abnormality of the snake-bellied spiders from attracting too much attention from the outside world, so after he walked away, he used his divine sense to disperse the group of snake-bellied spiders, lest they kill people inattentively and cause trouble.

Then, he was ready to find a suitable place and wait for Mo Chuan to come to him.

Why wait?

Because he just discovered an interesting thing, the dress on his body seemed to have a strange connection with the one on Mo Chuan's body, and he actually had a feeling-

However, relying on the keen intuition of the fox clan, he was suppressed in time with a secret method as early as before this kind of induction was generated, after all, now is not a good time to recognize each other.

Red Wind Desert ...... With a thought, he found a treasure nearby on the treasure map.

…… He must be happy to be able to guide that person to discover a treasure, his memory shows that Mo Chuan is very fond of collecting these things.

That treasure was in the center of the Chifeng Desert, and the journey was extremely dangerous, if he only had a Yuan Infant stage cultivation, he might not dare to go, but he still had a piece of clothing on his body that could be defended.

This dress was given to him by Mo Chuan, for some reason, when he thought of this, he had an inexplicable confidence in this dress, so he tentatively went deeper, and as a result, he walked to the destination without pain, even if he didn't even scratch a piece of skin.

The Gangfeng in the hinterland of the Chifeng Desert can't even withstand the strong people of the Mahayana period, otherwise it wouldn't have become one of the forbidden places, but now it has been completely dissolved by a piece of clothing...... What a defensive force this should be!

As soon as he stepped into the safety zone of the core, the first emotion that welled up in his chest was not the ecstasy of the treasure, but the pleasure.

In his opinion, it is not the point how powerful and valuable this dress is, the point is that Mo Chuan should know the value of this dress, but he still gave it to himself without hesitation. This realization made him so happy that he couldn't bear it, and he just wanted to meet that person quickly.

He walked into the depths of the forest, untied the suppression of the induction between the two clothes, and urged the cold poison in his body, and sure enough, it didn't take long for the person he wanted to come.

The man still valued him the same way, and when he saw him fall, he immediately came to him.

Embraced again into the arms of his thoughts for more than two hundred years, that moment of satisfaction made him unable to think of anything else.

It's just that......

Xiaobai, or Mo Jiukong, imagined many scenes of his reunion with Mo Chuan, but none of them were like now.

The man's hand was pressed against his lower abdomen, and as if he was not satisfied, he said, "It's so small." ”

Even if he understood that he just felt that his spiritual root was small, but with this ambiguous posture of dog blood, it was difficult not to make people have a discordant association.

The things he experienced in the illusion began to emerge uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, and although he knew that none of them had really happened, he still missed it very much.

The skin that slid under his hands was smooth and elastic, with a slight sweat dampness...... Maybe the dream was too beautiful to wake up.

Mo Jiukong: "......"

Sensing that something bad was about to happen, he quickly dispelled the picture in his mind and silently suppressed the changes in his body.

But when he thought of that "so small", it seemed that the root of his teeth was bitten and ached, and his voice sounded like he was still in a state, and he asked very confusedly: "What?"

He vowed that one day he would let the person in front of him realize how small he was.

He laughed silently and meaninglessly in his heart, but his face was still pure and innocent, at the mercy of others.

They were so close that he could clearly see the slightest curvature of the corners of the man's mouth, the slightly undulating small wings of his nose, and the tip of his nose was haunted by a faint cold fragrance.

This fragrance is too faint, so faint that Mo Chuan himself may not be too obvious to perceive it, but for Mo Jiukong, who is particularly sensitive in terms of smell, as long as he gets close to Mo Chuan, the cold fragrance will coldly penetrate the tip of his nose, tempting him to come closer.

Mo Chuan seemed to realize that what he had just said was a little wrong, and after being stunned, he silently withdrew his hand, and put it on Yun Lingyu's bed in an extremely orderly manner, with a little surprise in his tone: "You...... Got a spiritual root?!"

Mo Jiukong also had a look of surprise mixed with doubt, and whispered, "Really......"

- At least on the surface, he is still the obedient and innocent little fox, blinking the light blue glasses, and calling Daddy softly, except for magnifying it several times, it is the same as the one in Mo Chuan's memory.

Mo Chuan was also hesitant, not knowing how to answer, "It seems to be ...... Yes. ”

Forgive him, I really can't imagine what use such a petite and cute spiritual root can be.

The meaning of the spiritual root is to provide a "bridge" for the monks to communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, and the five kinds of spiritual roots represent the type of "bridge" and determine the pure process of absorbing the spiritual energy, and the rough rules of the spiritual root represent the width of the "bridge" and determine the speed of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

Obviously, the wider the "bridge", the faster the speed of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and the smoother and faster the cultivator's cultivation will be.

So even between the single spirit root and the single spirit root, there is a difference, in the case that everyone only has one bridge, of course, the wider the bridge, the more advantageous.

Xiaobai's situation is like ...... A person wants to cross the bridge, but the bridge deck is not as wide as a person's foot, so he can only tiptoe and move at a turtle speed bit by bit, and he may not be able to move over.

It couldn't have been more embarrassing.

This blow is really no less than finding out that the winning lottery number is the last one, and it is the same heart-wrenching, and it is more tangled than not winning the lottery from the beginning.

Mo Chuan was silent, not knowing how to explain his current situation to Xiaobai without hurting him.

It may be that after two hundred years of development, the social disorder of otaku has deepened to a point of hopelessness, Mo Chuan thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a suitable way to express it, and all he could do was to soften his facial expression and look at Xiaobai as gently as possible.

Mo Jiukong's eyes pressed inconspicuously, in those illusions, Mo Chuan also looked at himself with such gentle and calm eyes, the feeling of being cared for couldn't be warmer, that kind of wholehearted gaze would shatter his self-control, just like in the illusion, so that he couldn't help tearing his clothes-

"Now there is good news and bad news. Mo Chuan, who didn't know how to phrase it, simply stole the classic format of selling guanzi, and asked in a tone that coaxed children: "Listen to that first?"

Mo Jiukong: "......"

The change in the style of this sentence is quite abrupt, and his chaotic mind just now is like a beautiful and illusory bubble, which was mercilessly punctured by a small thin leg of a stupid crab......

"......" The blue crab that had been sleeping in the dark for two hundred years suddenly spit out a bubble, woke up, and tried to think about why it woke up suddenly.