"Bang bang bang-" Mo Ying is holding a hammer and is beating something, Mo Hui is still adapting to human tools, she has been a zombie for many years, and she has returned to normal all of a sudden, many things take time, and her speed is already fast, but it is still not enough. The end of the world is coming, and not a minute or second can be wasted, Mo Ying didn't want to put pressure on Mo Hui, so she took on most of the work of making wooden weapons, while Mo Hui slowed down a little so as not to make mistakes in her busyness.

Mo Ying has been smart since she was a child, especially in hands-on production, no matter what it is, as long as she takes a look at it and understands the production principle, she can make similar things, and sometimes even better than the original. What she is making now is a special arrow made by a marksman in the Dreadnought Base in her previous life, which is lightweight, convenient, and simple in materials, making it the most suitable weapon for the end times. But only the archers can play their due role, otherwise it will only be a waste of time.

"Sister, I'll go to the back mountain to chop firewood and I'll be back soon." Mo Hui glanced at the wood, then at the movements of Mo Ying's hands, found a basket to carry and left. Mo Ying sped up the speed of making arrows, as far as the current situation is concerned, she can only rely on the archery skills she learned in her previous life and the craft of making arrows, and then slowly figure it out.

She remembered that there was a bow hidden in the basement of the old house, and her father had told her that the bow was a relic of the ancestors and should not be easily touched. In the previous life, because the end of the world came too suddenly, she and Mo Hui hid in the stone room again, and they couldn't take the bow away. Now, it is possible to use the relics of the ancestors, and the ancestors will not blame them when they are in such a dangerous situation.

After Mo Ying made all the wood she could use into arrows, just as Mo Hui came back from chopping firewood, the two sisters took a short rest and slipped back to the old house on the path. said that it was a house, but in fact it was a pile of ruins, if it weren't for the village chief's protection, maybe even this little thought, the sisters wouldn't have been able to keep it. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one left and right, Mo Ying and Mo Hui found the secret door in the basement and quietly got in. The basement is small, less than ten square meters, and only a man-high bow is placed.

"The ancestors are above, the heir Mo Yuan's eldest daughter Mo Ying is polite, in the last days of danger, in order to preserve the bloodline surnamed Mo, the only way to borrow the relics of the ancestors is to ask the ancestors to shelter me, so that I can protect the bloodline of the surname Mo!" Mo Ying knelt in front of the big bow, kowtowed, and made a big bow reverently, while Mo Hui knelt behind, her face full of respect.

Getting up, Mo Ying took a deep breath, picked up the big bow, and left the basement with Mo Hui, and hurried back to the temple while no one was around. The big black bow can't see the material, and it looks very ordinary, without the style of the imaginary divine weapon, but Mo Ying can feel a pressure, which is the momentum oppression hidden under the ordinariness of the big bow.

Stretching out her hand to caress the big bow, Mo Ying was about to shoot arrows with a bow, try the power of the big bow, and when she was at her current level, she felt that her eyes were dark, and when she opened her eyes again, she found that she had arrived at a fairyland on earth like a paradise.

"Ah Hui ......" Mo Ying looked for Mo Hui for the first time, but she didn't find her figure, and immediately clenched her hands, afraid of losing Mo Hui again, she instantly burst out of the anger of soul devouring, and even the fairyland was also affected.

"Yo, I didn't think that girl's descendants would be such good seedlings?" An old man wearing a Taoist robe, a white face and a white beard, appeared behind Mo Ying out of thin air, touching his beard and looking at Mo Ying with surprise, with a little nostalgia in his eyes.

Mo Ying hurriedly turned around and retreated, clenched his fists in front of him, and had a posture of making a move if something was wrong, even if the person in front of him was an old man with a fairy wind and bones that made people feel bad, "Who are you?" Where is my sister again, tell me quickly! ”

"Little doll, a long time ago, your ancestors had to call me 'Ancestor', so in front of me, you'd better know some etiquette." The old man's eyes narrowed, but he didn't show annoyance, but only glanced at Mo Ying lightly.

"Who wouldn't say empty words? Pretending to be a ghost is not something that mortals can't do, you'd better be honest, or I'll leave you alone with this old bone! Saying that, Mo Ying still had a trace of jealousy in her heart, she could tell the reality from the illusory, the fairyland in front of her was real, and this old man was also real. And why she suddenly arrived here, whether everything he said is true or not needs to be investigated, but the most important thing now is Ah Hui's whereabouts.

The old man stopped touching his beard, looked at Mo Ying fixedly, and found that she did not retreat, and sighed for a while, and said: "It's really not cute, just like that girl, she is worthy of being a descendant with her blood!" ”

"Little doll, you don't know who your ancestors are, do you? His name is Mo Li, and he is the only son of Mo Sin and Zhao Qianyan, and your ancestor's grandmother is the first strong person in the past, Wu Xiaoyan, and you also have her blood in your body. The old man said, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, time passed, years passed, everyone left, and he was still alive. If it weren't for the fact that the fate of the dust was not over, he would have been thrown into reincarnation a long time ago, how could he be trapped in this place and lonely for a hundred years.

The name of "Wu Xiaoyan", even after two hundred years, is still known to everyone, especially Mo Ying, who has just returned from the end of the world. At the moment when the end times came, how many people called her name, begging her to ride a dragon to save them from the sea of suffering. But the strong man has passed away, he has long been thrown into reincarnation, everything that was once has become a thing of the past, and there is no longer a trace of power. The old man at the base once sighed that if this strong man was still there, he would not be afraid when the end times came.

Feeling the nostalgia and sincerity in the old man's tone, Mo Ying's eyes widened for a moment, how could this be? She would be Wu Xiaoyan's descendant, if this is the case, how did she become like this step by step?

"Wu Xiaoyan, wow, it's awesome!" Mo Hui's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the atmosphere between the old man and Mo Ying, and she walked to Mo Ying's side with a grass in her mouth, and it seemed that she had fallen into the grass. As soon as she saw Mo Hui, Mo Ying's chaotic heart instantly calmed down, holding her hand tightly and breathing slowly.

"My name is Leqi, and I am Wu Xiaoyan's ancestor." Le Qi introduced himself again, and finally made Mo Ying and Mo Hui show a trace of respect on their faces, but they were still a little wary, unless there was further evidence.

Le Qi also realized this, so he followed Zhang Feng's practice when he accepted Wu Xiaoyan as an apprentice, and let Mo Ying and Mo Hui touch his spiritual space, and everything was up to them to judge and choose. Mo Ying and Mo Hui stretched out their hands, and this stretch subverted all their cognitions in their previous lives, it turned out that what they had awakened was not an ability, but a superpower that was sealed on their bodies. The moment they broke through the bloodline seal, it foreshadowed their extraordinary.