The dragon's chant is the most mysterious sound in the world. Even if the true dragon is long gone, even if all the ruins they have left behind have been crushed and decayed by the years, no one will doubt its true identity when this voice rings in everyone's heart.

The dragon bone, the backbone of the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, is the most valuable item obtained by Mo Xie in the last quest world, and its functions are twofold: first, to suppress luck, and second, to suppress demons and destroy evil.

For Mo Xie, what he valued was only the power of breaking evil in the dragon bone, and he once regarded this as a hole card in the duel with Lin Ming.

He never thought he would use this keel for his faction.

Just like right now.

"Well, do you cut it off on your own or do you let me bury the whole world?"

Stretching its body in the air like a snake, the posture of the keel was elegant and dignified, and it seemed to have gained additional spirituality and life under the light of the red flames that were wrapped around Mo Xiezhou's body.

This heaven and earth also seemed to have gained spirituality and life, it came to life, and the long dragon chant came from both the dragon bone and the heaven and earth.

Straight to the heart.

Holding the dragon bone, Mo Ye seemed to be a god walking in the world, in the area where he could see, the earth trembled, thousands of clouds came silently, and the electric light hung from the sky, illuminating countless pale faces.

The heavenly spirit veins have resonated with the keel, and the wisps of invisible threads are implicated in all directions with the keel as the center.

He does have the ability to bury this world, as long as he crushes the keel.

Heaven and earth are in his hands.

"You're ......!"

The old man's face twitched as he walked out of the ground, and an emotion called "despair" was brewing in his eyes.

Yes, after witnessing a lot of bloody storms and mountains of corpses and blood, in the face of the thugs in front of him, he can no longer produce low-level emotions like the so-called "resentment", and now there is only one thing he can do.

"It's a loss. The old man bowed his head.

When conniving at Zhou Xian's implementation of the plan, taking the flesh and blood of his parents to use the secret forbidden spell to threaten Mo Xie, no one thought that this hand would fail, Zhou Xian's plan was linked one by one, from Zhu Pan Yuzhu to the wine and meat monk, from the fresh flesh and blood to the dead cemetery, the Ming Xiu plank road was dark and Chencang, and the unsolvable situation under the layers of operation was indeed worthy of its name. But no one expected that the entrant's method of breaking the game would be so violent.

In this game, there is no way not to admit defeat.

Even if the price of admitting defeat is death.

Death is lighter than a feather and heavier than Mount Tai, the monk can be cultivated again after death, the dragon veins on the earth of the Heavenly Dynasty have only been extracted and shattered not long ago, if there is a similar plot again, this heaven and earth that does not produce much spiritual energy will seize all the spiritual power that can be seized between heaven and earth to recover itself.

"How do you want me to die?" the old man asked a mock question.

"Take me to Bagua Mountain to find the bones first, and then look at the mood. With a wave of Mo Ye's hand, hundreds of angels appeared out of thin air, and they joined forces to kill all the other monks in the field except for the old man, cleanly.

"Good. As if he couldn't see what had just happened to him, the old man raised his head, and his eyes no longer looked like they belonged to a living person.

He took off with his sword mechanically.

"I'm sorry, I don't have enough fuel, so I won't take you there. Keeping up with the old man's pace, Mo Xie suddenly realized that Zhou Xian had no need to exist, so he used his head as a starter, and directly stepped on it into minced meat with one foot.

Shuzhong is actually not too far from Bagua Mountain, and in Mo Ye's calculations, it should be closer than the distance from the mountain where the children are hiding to a certain granary, and it only took the old man less than a meal to rush to the place.

Mo Ye didn't participate in the battle of Bagua Mountain, and he didn't even hear about it too much, but just a few words that Zhao Chongtian inadvertently said were enough to make him feel the tragedy of that battle. However, hearing and imagining are one thing, and what he saw when he arrived at the former Bagua Mountain was another:

There are no mountains here anymore, and there is no gossip. There were only hundreds of low-ranking monks who were piled up with corpses, constantly picking and picking all kinds of bones, identifying which family and clan the bone belonged to in a unique way, and then putting it into several storage bags with different names. Every now and then, one or two monks would come in and collect the full storage bags and bring new containers.

"Where is that corpse?" Mo Ye had no interest in knowing who had created these dead, he only cared about who and where he had done now.

"Doot toot!"

The old man didn't answer Mo Ye's words, he took out a horn from his storage bag and blew it, and in a short time, more than a dozen streamers of light shot from far and near.

"Mo Xie!"

They saw Mo Ye at first sight, and at the same time they all took weapons in their hands, but when they saw the keel that Mo Xie was holding, they softened one by one like deflated balls.

There is no need to explain too much, the bridge section where the group of people attacking and snatching the strange treasure from Mo Xie did not appear at all, and there was not even a sign.

People are precious in their own knowledge, not to mention that as early as the first time the old man admitted defeat, countless messages were sent by him and his companions.

The old man had only brought Mo Ye here after obtaining the permission of the Xiuzhen Alliance, and during this time, Mo Ye felt that the magic power acting on his body seemed to have completely disappeared.

The spell against him had stopped, but his body was still burning with red flames.

Cultivators have never had any bottom line.

"What about the bones?" Mo Xie asked.

No one answered him, and the old man was still blowing the trumpet, which was annoying.

"Whew!"

Mo Xie swung out a hand knife and directly cut off the old man's neck.

When he used the red energy to replace his original sword qi around his body, Mo Xie lost most of his long-range attack methods, and the neck of the Jindan Stage Monk was relatively hard, so he had to get his hands dirty.

"What about the bones?"

Mo Xie asked.

But still no one answered him, and the laborers below caught a glimpse of the bustle in the sky, and when the old man's corpse smashed a big hole in the ground and fell to pieces, a scream full of fear reminded Mo Ye of the crazy fans at the concert.

It's just a pity that he didn't come to sing, so he couldn't respond to the enthusiasm of his fans with his singing. All he could do was turn the four monks who had fled, but were so fast, into headless corpses.

"What about the bones?" Without using his sword qi, Mo Xie could not exert his terrifying speed, and several monks fled into the depths of darkness, but before that he could catch one of them.

He had asked a third time.