Endless sea of flowers, blood-colored and bewitching, the dead and silent heaven and earth began to revive with the disappearance of the ancient wheel in the sky, the wind was light, the blood-red flowers were swaying, and the waves of flowers rippled into the distance, in the sea of flowers, a black figure stood alone, the wind blew his hair, a face covered with scars was exposed in the air, and the blood-red eyes gradually faded until they were clear.

He spread his hands, looked up to the sky and roared, two tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, how many years, finally free, this sea of flowers, this ink mountain, there is no need to exist.

He pressed his chest gently, his heart had already stopped beating and was entangled by the rich death qi, with life and death, death instead of life, this is the perfect immortal corpse, no longer bound by life, immortal and immortal!

"Moyan, Moshi tribe, it is your honor to make such a great contribution to my resurrection, then I will give you the supreme glory, I will replace the name Moyan, and give you the name of revitalizing this ordinary tribe. ”

"You're not qualified!"

Mo Yan put down Mo Qianxun, lifted the sharp long sword, and his face was cold, bastard!

Mo Yan turned his head to look at him, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face, and said: "It's you, six years ago, it was you who took away the companion spirit of the dream epiphany, Han Mengcicada, what gave you the courage to come to me today, by the way, according to the relationship, you should be my son, so I still want to leave you alive." ”

"Shut up, you damn remnant, today is your death!"

Mo Yan swept the sword over, provoked the Dao sword light, and approached the center of Mo Yan's eyebrows, only to see the other party wave with one hand, easily crushing the sword light, holding the long sword in front of him with two fingers, the power around his body surged, the terrifying power gathered, and a crisp sound came from between his fingers.

"Innocent!"

The broken blade fell, driven by a force, the streamer of light pierced through Mo Yan's body, his face showed a fierce smile, the blood spilled in the air was intertwined around the two in an orderly manner, and each drop of blood appeared An ancient rune, he held Mo Yan's right hand desperately with both hands, and the blood in his body climbed along his arm to the other party's body, and countless runes lit up at the same time, with a trace of ancient aura all over Mo Yan's body.

"With blood as the medium, life as the sacrifice, the eternal law, the eternal suppression of evil demons!"

"Uncle!" Mo Qianxun exclaimed uneasily, the sky was full of blood, full of ancient aura, and with the light of the runes, they clearly felt that Mo Qian's life was constantly passing, and this forbidden technique was driven by his life.

"What are you going to do!"

Mo Yan's body was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his gaze was unprecedentedly firm, and he said coldly: "In the past six years, I have cultivated the ancient forbidden method in the clan, engraved the forbidden technique in the blood in my body, and used the blood method to use the blood method to increase the power of the forbidden technique to the maximum, you, suffer death!"

"Yes, poor man, you really don't know anything about power!"

In Mo Yan's hand, an ancient chain hung down, and the pitch-black ancient wheel hung up, shaking in the air, looking at the runes covering his body, he said indifferently: "Then, let you see the true power of the underworld wheel of life and death!"

Between heaven and earth, the power of death suddenly erupted, the earth fell silent, everything withered, and the beautiful dream epiphany began to wither and wither, decay and die. The underworld is impermanent, life and death rotate, and the power of the ancient death weapon has finally unfolded.

The blood coagulated, the blood beads lost their proper color, and the runes all over the place became colorless, and the power contained in it collapsed under the impact of the power of death.

"Uncle!"

Mo Qianxun hugged Mo Yan's old head with his thin arms, held back the tears rolling in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?

"Chihiro, I'm afraid my uncle won't be able to accompany you, you must live well!"

Mo Yan looked at the gray sky, a wisp of holiness bloomed in the air, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a faint voice whispered: "Dream Epiphany......"

Feeling the breath of her uncle's disappearance, the tears in her eyes finally flowed, she hugged Mo Yan deeply, and cried out in a choked voice: "Uncle, uncle." ”

"Alas, I was going to spare your life, but unfortunately you were looking for your own death!"

His eyes touched the slowly rising holy light, his face changed slightly, and he saw that in the middle of the withered sea of flowers, a tender green new leaf poked out of the earth, the tender branches and leaves contained endless vitality, and among the green branches and leaves, a delicate flower bud was trembling slightly.

Mo Yan waved the ancient wheel in his hand, and the powerful power went straight to the bud that was waiting to be released, but it was isolated by a strange force, and it could not have a trace of impact, his expression was chaotic, and he jumped into the air, and the ancient wheel in his hand was raised above his head, and a huge ancient wheel appeared in the sky, the wheel shaft rotated, life and death alternated, and the vast power gathered in the sky, a thunderclap, electric light entangled, rolling thunder, such as gathering Tianwei.

"Dream Epiphany, your vitality has not been annihilated after so many years, so today I will erase the only trace of you in heaven and earth!"

The jade cicada is broken, a crystal clear ancient cicada flies out, the sound of cicadas resounding through the sea of flowers, endless sorrow, sorrow poured into everyone's thoughts, the crisp cicada song evokes the lost memory in everyone's heart, and the beautiful picture is intertwined, like a ray of sunshine to warm everyone's hearts.

The cicada song accompanied the flowers, the cold dream cicada gently fell on the new leaves of the dream epiphany, the cicada chirped continuously, the flower spirit finally woke up, the white jade-like bud, gradually cracked, the white petals gently poked out from the middle of the flower receptacle, a piece of two and three beautiful dream epiphany, miraculously bloomed at an astonishing speed.

A flower with nine petals, the number of nine poles, at this moment, she shows the ultimate beauty of life, which is thrilling but captivating, and the time of heaven and earth seems to stay for her, as if to maintain the beauty of this moment forever.

The world, thousands of postures, Zimo Hongchen, who can compare with it, her beauty has exceeded the scope of this world, and the mortal world has no qualifications to retain her.

The cicadas are silent, the flowers are undefeated, and this moment will always remain in the hearts of everyone. The cold dream cicada lay silently on the new leaves, the flowers of the nine poles began to fall, a wisp of red glow rose in the east, and the breeze rippled, and the souls buried in the sea of flowers dispersed their obsessions, like a new life, with the beautiful memories of the world into reincarnation.

The ancient wheel in the sky dispersed, Mo Yan slowly fell to the earth, he lay on the grass stupidly, the ancient wheel in his hand slipped to his side, and a comforting smile appeared on his face, warm and sweet.

Everyone felt that they had a long dream, and although they didn't remember the episode of the dream, there was still an unforgettable warmth. The dream epiphany disappeared, and the broken sea of flowers grew a layer of tender green grass at some point, a faint piece of green, with a fresh earthy smell, which made people feel refreshed.

Hair and clothes flying, Luo Xiang sighed lightly, he was originally ready to fight viciously, but he never thought that it would be this kind of ending, the ancient strange flowers, sure enough, live up to their reputation, they can see such a wonder, and there are no regrets in this life!

"Father!"

Mo Qianxun looked at the corpse that the man put down, and felt a pain in his heart, did you finally leave me! Father, uncle, and grandfather lying not far away, all the relatives have left!

Mo Wu gently stroked the little girl's head, just like you! Mo Li, sister, Uncle Yan, clansmen, let me end all this! He slowly approached Mo Yan's side, the evil thought was still there, but he fell into the eternal dream woven by the epiphany, although he couldn't wake up, but if he didn't completely destroy him, how could he be worthy of the sacrificial clansmen.

"Ink Soul!"

An ancient sword flew out of the dirt and fell into Mo Wu's hand, there was no trace of the quiet sword body, he slowly raised the ancient sword, stretched out his hand and stroked the sword body, the ancient sword was psychic, trembling slightly, with the joy of reunion after a long absence, it was shining.

Luo Xiang looked at Mo Wu vigilantly, the aura on his body was exactly the same as that of the Corpse King, although the evil thoughts had been permanently dreamed, but no one knew if there was still a back hand, this person gave him the feeling that he was bottomless, and said coldly, "What are you going to do?"

"The Moshi tribe has settled in Moshan for generations, and has been inherited for more than 10,000 years, in the past 10,000 years, we have never set foot in the outside world, living a life without quarrel with the world, but we never thought that this sudden disaster would break our lives, only 12 years, so that the people of a clan have died here, this hatred and hatred, not the same day!"

Luo Xiang was slightly stunned, if this is the case, he has no reason to stop the other party's move, but it is not easy to destroy this evil thought, he said with some suspicion: "The evil thought has been passed down from ancient times, and there is the underworld wheel of life and death to protect it, it is difficult to destroy him!"

Mo Wu held the ancient sword, the earth-shattering will ran through the sky, the immortal sword intent came out of the sheath again after twelve years, the intention moved at will, without stirring up a trace of waves, the immortal sword intent was less sharp than it was back then, and it was more calm and quintessential.

Luo Xiang tilted his thumb upward, held down the trembling sword, his eyes were completely focused on Mo Wu, and he spit out a few words with difficulty: "Immortal Sword Intent, Dacheng!"

Such a terrifying kendo talent, in this era that has been enlightened, this person can definitely win the world, but unfortunately, unlike everyone's shocked looks, Luo Xiang's face showed endless regret.

A sword sank into Mo Yan's chest, the immortal will ruthlessly extinguished the evil thoughts in the body, the way of immortality, its thickness is far from a residual thought can be contended, the wheel of life and death of the underworld flashed with a faint brilliance, the wheel of life and death rotated, wanting to release the power to protect the evil thoughts, the sword intent shrouded, the immortal intent strongly suppressed the life and death of the underworld, when the evil thoughts were annihilated, the rotating wheel was suspended, and the wheel of life and death of the underworld fell into silence again.

Mo Wu staggered to the ground, he struggled to sit up, his stiff face actually showed a smile, and he sighed: "Back then, if I had been a little more decisive, I wouldn't have made this situation!"

"Chihiro comes here. ”

He beckoned gently, looked at the little girl with tears on her face, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in the most amiable voice: "According to the generation, you should call me uncle." ”

"Uncle!"

Mo Qianxun's mood was even lower, his uncle's state was very bad, and he couldn't feel a trace of vitality at all.

"Chihiro, Uncle can't accompany you anymore, and now you are the only one left in the Moshi Tribe, you must live well!"

"Uncle!"

Tears overflowed from her eyes again, and she didn't know how many times she had cried during this time.

Mo Wu struggled to insert the ink soul by her side, put her hand on the hilt of the sword, and said with a smile: "Don't cry! Although we can't accompany you, the ink soul is still there, it embodies the faith of all the people of the Moshi tribe, hold it, it will protect you for us." ”

He pointed out, touched Mo Qianhiro's eyebrows, and left all his lifelong martial arts insights in Mo Qianhiro's mind, and after doing these things, he became even weaker, relying on immortal intent to hold on to his last breath.

"Come here!"

"Me?" Feng Jianfei walked over in confusion, we didn't seem to know each other!

"The sword intent has not been completed, and the sword heart has been born, such a person will not be a villain with evil thoughts, for the sake of fate, help me take care of Chihiro?"

"This?" Feng Jianfei hesitated for a moment, and when he remembered everything that happened to Mo Qianxun, he nodded seriously and said seriously: "Well, I will treat her as my own sister." ”

"Okay!" Mo Wu laughed heartily, he had no worries, his fingers were concentrated, the immortal intent was condensed, and it was injected into Feng Jianfei's mind, and a faint consciousness sounded in his mind: Boy, your sword heart has been formed, and the intention is gradually taking shape, but the intention of guarding is too difficult, as far as you are concerned, this is not the most suitable intention for you, if you can insist, it is good, if you can't insist, you should give up or give up, because you have ...... heart

Mo Wu's arm fell, and a kendo genius ended with a smile, although he failed to reach the peak of martial arts, he did everything he wanted to do, for him, there are no regrets in this life!