The Fighting Saint Law is ever-changing, mysterious, and every move and style has exhausted the essence of the Fighting Saint Ape's life, and it has also been carved after countless years of fighting the Holy Ape.

Mo Li suppressed the tremor in his heart, sat cross-legged with his feet, calm and concentrated, his eyes staring at every line carved on the brute bones in a daze, complex and mysterious, as if he had exhausted the essence of martial arts, and he was fascinated and couldn't put it down.

With his mind rippling, he did his best to engrave the extension of each line, as well as their intertwining points, and Mo Li gradually indulged in the brute art of the Fighting Sacred Law from his meditation.

The fighting holy ape took off with both hands in the air, jumped into the air, and put his palms together into a fist, the fist strength was ordinary, but when it was used, it had a miraculous effect like turning decay into magic, and every move and style left a faint trace in the air, which lasted for a long time.

Mo Li's whole person unconsciously stood up from his meditation, his hands clenched slightly, and moved with the dance of an illusory fighting holy ape in his mind, although it was a little rough and shy, but it still had a bit of charm, which fascinated him even more.

Get its essence, its shape is self-revealed, Mo Li understands this principle, and his mind is also feeling the rhyme of the illusory fighting holy ape every minute, full of domineering, as if there is a vast momentum like the sea comparable to the sky, so that all things are impressed!

And around him, in the original potholes of the soil, the remaining blood stains are gradually becoming scarce, and even the flesh and blood left by those black-clothed people are rapidly disintegrating, silently sinking into the soil, and the original yellow soil is also turning red, as if it is indescribable demonic, which makes people feel uneasy!

Mo Li was still immersed in the brute art of fighting the holy ape, and this deserted and inaccessible place was surprisingly weird, with falling needles and falling leaves audible.

But in addition to the red soil, there are only scattered corpses, no trees, no birds, beasts and insects, and the strange atmosphere is numbing, and even more elusive and unpredictable.

And in an attic in the distance, the young man finally walked out of this dense forest under the final escort of several big men, and then rushed back to the tribe without stopping......

In the Huyan tribe, there was no sound in the silent hall, and the young man's name was Huyan Hao, who was talking about the scenes he had encountered along the way with a respectful face at this time!

"Grandpa, that old doctor has returned to the West, and he can't treat me for this disease!"

In front of Hu Yanhao was sitting an old man with gray hair and eyes, who was staring at him with an amiable face at this time, and finally sighed and said: "Life should be like this, is it naïve to destroy my tribe!!"

"Ah Gong, I met a master through the misty forest layer, he said that he could cure my condition, but he also needs conditions!" Hu Yanhao said again, even though he also felt a strange eyebrow dance, just because this illness has plagued him for too much time, and his childhood and even his youth began to toss from this tormenting illness.

"What? You said you had met a superior person, who could cure your condition, and you must not hide it in the slightest!"

The old man's name is Hu Yan Buxian, at this time, his body stood up suddenly, his eyes seemed to shoot out two rays of light, and even the cultivation in his body was inadvertently exposed in an instant, and the cultivation of the Kaiyang Realm instantly made the respectful Hu Yanhao feel a trace of surprise and shock.

"I'm sure this mysterious man is not from any other tribe, just because the clothes this man wears are made of animal skins, and now he is in the mist miasma, he said that he can cure my condition, and he has given me a chance to heal, and the effect is very good, and he said that this disease is man-made......" Hu Yanhao still respectfully told this reason, and then fell silent.

And Hu Yan on the seat was silent and silent, his eyes were closed, no one knew what he was thinking, he reined in his cultivation, his eyes opened suddenly, his eyes were burning, he stared at Hu Yanhao with a bright look, and said word by word: "Hao'er, this person is so mysterious that even Ah Gong can't guess his origin, but if he has a request, you can meet it!"

"Ah Gong, this benefactor didn't say that he needed much compensation, but he needed a more detailed map of this realm, that's all!" Hu Yanhao said again, his eyes looked at Hu Yan Buxian for a moment, as if he was waiting for his reply!

"Could it be from ...... Outside the boundary?!" Hu Yan did not show a sudden pause in his heart, and a lightning flash flashed in his dim eyes again, which was fleeting, and then there was a fox puzzled, and then he said: "From now on, you can do your best to meet the requirements of this mysterious man, and you must not offend him!"

"Also, you can bring some change of clothes, including some food, and even give him my tribe's token, if he can enter my tribe as a guest, it will be a blessing!" Huyan sighed again without complaining, his voice was vicissitudes and muffled.

"Leave the child!" Hu Yan Hao arched his hand, and the figure gradually retreated to the door, only Hu Yan Buxian sat alone in front of the window, but the thoughts in his mind were like a whimsical and erratic, but every moment, the light and shadow in his mind had a figure like a mysterious person, and his thoughts also fluctuated, in addition to guessing whether he was the realm, he also thought that this so-called mysterious person might also be a move sent by a hidden family to enter the world, if so, then this tribe and even all tribes will usher in a new pattern!

And in the next few days, Hu Yanhao traveled back and forth to the tribe all day long, trying his best to collect detailed maps of this realm, and gathered them into a chapter, almost every collection had to be done by himself, although he was tired, he seemed more confident than before!

That's never been the case!

But all this is not something that Mo Li, who is in the misty forest, can worry about, and now he is doing his best to evolve on his own according to the virtual image reflected in his mind, and with the continuous training and cultivation of several days, today's Fighting Saint Law has a preliminary trace of charm, although it is rare, but it is a good signal, at least the previous practice was not in vain, and it was not wrong!

The holy law of fighting is to fight first, to fight first, to hone the holy law with fighting techniques, to understand the essence of the holy law to understand the essence of the holy law and even to carry out qualitative transformation after the extreme sublimation, to seek breakthroughs in the battle, to need to understand in the battle, and even to remember, so as to achieve the unity of all laws, is holy, but also for the transcendent sanctification!

Thinking of this, Mo Li was secretly overjoyed!