Tianyu, the outer city of Tiandu.

Night, cool as water.

But the monk's night is not afraid of this, blowing through the cold stone path and the glowing incense trees dotted with faint light, and the evening breeze agitates the whispers of the monks and the harmony of the lights of thousands of homes.

Tiandu is the capital of Yunkun Kingdom, one of the overlords of the Heavenly Domain, and the Yunkun people boast of noble blood, but in fact, they are indeed able to produce many people. Because of this, the celestial pride here is much more humble.

And the most dazzling in the Tiandu are the four major families of Yao, Yi, Mo, and Yan, the four major families are entrenched in the four major directions of the outer city of Tiandu, and even it is said that the Yuntian Palace in the inner city also has great power.

At this time, on the west side of the outer city of Tiandu, the Mo family, an ancient family, seemed a little different from the usual.

Although the monk's night was far more lively than that of mortals, the Mo family was a little too nervous tonight.

"Wenzheng Pavilion is responsible for guarding outside the mansion, old man, you personally take the Wenxuan Pavilion guards to patrol, don't let a single insect in! If you find a suspicious person, immediately transmit the sound of the jade rune!" Mo Hai was standing at the door of his mansion, giving orders to the jade rune, his expression was extremely calm.

He naturally knew what an important juncture this was, and the more times like this, the more he had to stay calm, at least to do his duty as the head of the Mo family.

"Daddy, Daddy, what's going on. Behind Mo Hai, a little doll with pink carving rubbed her sleepy eyes, tugged at the corners of his clothes tightly, and asked timidly.

"Xuan'er, hurry back to the house and sleep. Rest assured, obedient. Mo Hai touched the little boy's head, and his tone softened a lot, but his expression was still serious and calm.

Mo Xuan pursed his lips, then said a soft "um", and went back to the house by himself.

But for some reason, the string in Mo Hai's heart never relaxed, and he always felt that something was going to happen.

Of course, Mo Hai was not the only one who felt this unusual atmosphere, the nine elders of the Mo family were uneasy and personally sat in the Mo Mansion.

What they didn't know was that all the monks in the whole world who had attained the highest level of cultivation felt something in their hearts. They don't even know what happens next and how it will have a drastic impact on everyone present. Whether it was Mo Xuan, who had just entered the house, or the Nine Elders, who were frowning and waiting.

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The Flying Immortal Era is seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven years, and more than 70,000 years have passed since the grand scene of the Ten Thousand Immortals Soaring in the past, of course, the Ten Thousand Immortals are imaginary fingers, and the specific number is impossible to consider. After all, in this long history of tens of thousands of years, there is no true immortal ascension, and if a person does not become an immortal, the lifespan is only three thousand, and history has naturally been buried by time. But even so, the enthusiasm of all beings for cultivating immortals has not diminished in the slightest.

At this time, the Mo family is busy welcoming a new little life, and the reason why it attaches so much importance is because this is the child of the Mo family's peerless Tianjiao Mo Chengtian, and his future will be the best in the world and famous for the Mo family.

However, no one could have predicted what kind of waves this imminent cry would set off in this world.

The Mo family was in a shocking house, and the beautiful woman lying on the bed was panting heavily, and her pale face couldn't cover her happy smile. Mo Chengtian was lying on the side of the bed, holding his newborn baby in one hand and wiping his wife's sweat with a handkerchief in the other.

This husband and wife are so sweet, but they make the maids who have just finished their work around them envious. Not to mention the two of them, one has bright teeth and starry eyes, and the other is beautiful, elegant and vulgar, and it really seems like a fairy descending to earth.

This scene matches the ethereal moonlight outside the window, and it is like a poetic painting.

Even the newborn baby did not cry or make a fuss, and lay meekly in his father's arms.

Thinking of this, these maids realized that something was wrong. The child was too quiet, and the sparse white hair was even more eerie.

"There's nothing to do here, let's go down first. With Mo Chengtian's order, the maids retreated very interestingly.

Mo Chengtian doesn't like the excitement and crowds, the maids are gone, and it is a pleasant world for two. To be precise, it should be said that it is a world of three people.

"Meng Yao, our child seems to be very special. Mo Chengtian squeezed the child's fat little hand and smiled with satisfaction.

Yu Mengyao didn't know where she got the strength, so she hugged the child while Mo Chengtian was focused, she kissed the child's chubby face "fiercely", and said seriously: "Because it is extraordinary, it is destined to be extraordinary!"

There were no outsiders on the side, and Mo Chengtian laughed out loud with a "poof". "What Madame said is reasonable, since this is the case, I want to name this child Yunfeng, what does Madame think?"

Looking at Mo Chengtian's expectant eyes, Yu Mengyao lifted her chin, pretended to think, and then learned the tone of an old pedant: "Mo Gongzi is so famous, is it because he expects this child to stir up the world in the future?"

"No, no, the meaning of the cloud wind is the wind on the clouds. Mo Chengtian also replied pretending to be a scholar.

"Thousands of miles, dancing alone for nine days?" "Proud for a thousand years, riding the dust!"

"Sit and watch the world, enjoy the red dust?" the two sang and harmonized, and they actually played.

"Uh... Belch... Ahem. Mo Chengtian coughed embarrassedly, obviously the lines were not fully prepared, so he had to admit defeat and say: "Well!

"Okay, okay, anyway, I said that the boy was named by my husband, and I guess you've been preparing for a long time. Did Xiao Yunfeng hear it, this will be your name in the future. Yu Mengyao doted on the child, with endless happiness in her eyes.

Yun Feng seemed to understand something, blinked his left eye, and grinned "hehe", which was cute. It's just that the right eye is still closed, which looks a little strange.

Yu Mengyao obviously also paid attention to this, leaned over and put it on her forehead, and suddenly became nervous. "Chengtian! Something seems to be wrong with him, his forehead is so hot, very hot! What should I do?

"Come on, come on...."Before Mo Chengtian finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the atmosphere outside was a little weird. On the other side, Yu Mengyao also hurriedly put on her clothes and got up.

The two of them walked out of the room with the child in their arms, but they saw that the clansmen and maids were all looking at the night sky in a daze.

I don't know when, the waning moon was actually inlaid with a bloody edge.

The ominous veins clinged to it like roots, and the blood spread, soaking the entire night sky.

Most mortals were unaware of the anomaly, but all the monks who were not resting or practicing in retreat seemed very flustered.

The blood moon is unheard of.

At least never in known history has there been such a world-shaking scene as tonight.

In the Mo Mansion, Nine Elder Mo Ling frowned and muttered to himself: "The blood is shining in the sky, it is a bad omen, it seems that something big is going to happen." ”

Fortunately, his previous hunch was not a change in the Mo family, which made Mo Ling feel a lot more at ease.

"Chengtian has seen the Nine Elders. Mo Chengtian and his wife arrived in a hurry, but they were also at a loss, so they could only ask for help from the Nine Elders. After all, among the people present, it was the Nine Elders who had the highest cultivation and the most extensive knowledge.

Mo Ling nodded, seeing the panicked expressions of the two and the calm child in Yu Mengyao's arms, he was a little surprised and said: "The virtuous nephew doesn't need to be polite, look at it like this, what's the condition of the child?"

"Elder, Yun Feng hasn't cried much since he was born, and his body temperature is also very wrong. Chengtian begged the elders to help see if the child had any strange disease. ”

As the Nine Elders of the Mo Family, not to mention how shocking the cultivation is, it must be extraordinary based on hundreds of years of experience alone.

Therefore, Mo Ling naturally used the spirit to support the cloud wind, and the aura wandered, and the brow that had just been soothed furrowed again.

Xu was he who noticed the strangeness of Yun Feng's right eye, so he pointed to controlling the aura and carefully helping Yun Feng open his right eye.......

Mo Ling's arms were trembling, and even his whole body was trembling, and the aura that was holding Yun Feng was also a little disordered, his brows were furrowed even tighter, and even cold sweat was clearly visible on his forehead.

He suddenly regretted leaving the level, because he knew that this bloody eye that was reflecting the blood moon in the sky must have a lot to do with this great change in heaven and earth.

What an ominous eye, the blood-red streamer even jumped out of the eye. Even Mo Ling felt that the crescent moon and the ominous bloody eyes seemed to be one and the same.

Mo Ling couldn't understand it, but he wanted to understand what this eye was related to that blood moon, and if so, how it was connected.

Looking at each other, Mo Ling only felt that there were layers of invisible vortices pulling at his divine thoughts, his memories, and his heart.

He suddenly recalled a lot, the fresh clothes and angry horses of his youth, he was full of spirit, and he seemed to have been as dazzling as Mo Chengtian.

Later, he became a family, had children, and had a long path of cultivation, not to mention that when he reached his level, it was indeed very difficult to improve. So he put more time into nurturing his children, and his children also responded to his expectations and became a generation of Tianjiao.

It's a pity that he fell in love with the devil.

Demon cultivators are spurned by all the people, and it is said that they will do whatever it takes to improve their cultivation, which can be described as crazy. If you accidentally fall into the devil, you will become a demon in the mouth of the monks, lose control, and become a mad demon of killing and destruction.

His child should have been a deterrent to an era, but he shouldn't have fallen in love with a demon cultivator, let alone made a fuss known to the world.

In the face of righteousness, who cares about love, not to mention that things don't happen to them. Those bystanders from the perspective of heaven and man and the ignorant and fearful ordinary people began their "conquest" of "demons".

Mo Ling was a little remorseful, regretting why he didn't know in advance and blocked it in advance. He was afraid, afraid that the matter would affect himself and even his entire family, and that he would never become a sinner. As for his own children, he is already powerless. Do you want to kill your relatives in righteousness? It seems that there is no other choice.

After a few years, Mo Ling looked much older, and with his cultivation and age, he shouldn't have been. His son knelt in front of him, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of indifference, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him anymore.

Mo Ling's palm pressed against his son's celestial spirit cover, and in many years, he finally heard the first words his child say to him.

"Father, I've thought a lot about it over the years, and I think that immortals are wrong. At least, what you call the immortal that the world says is absolutely ....." He didn't finish speaking, because he was completely out of breath.

Even if the great power of his peers watched coldly, Mo Ling couldn't control his tears, the last sentence turned out to be this, in the end, was he wrong?

The wind, very strong, was also very cold.

It shouldn't be.

At some point, a woman appeared in front of the hut, holding a newborn baby in her arms, looking very weak. Tears glittered in those eyes, and she stared at her husband's corpse, never closing her eyes, even though the wind was strong.

Mo Ling and the others took a few steps back, and the development of things was indeed as they expected, this woman was already crazy.

But what they didn't expect was that this woman was a little terrifying.

After several days of pursuit, they finally took advantage of the situation to solve her, but found that the child was nowhere to be found, and the search was fruitless, so they had to give up.

Afterwards, Mo Ling's wife also left him because of this, so he began to hate demon cultivation, far more than ordinary people, until now.

He came back to his senses and stared at the child in front of him, not realizing how hideous his palms were, nor noticing how bloodshot his eyes were.

He just slowly, slowly, reached out his palm toward the infant baby.

Yes, that's the devil's claw.