The thunder rage was one by one, one by one, like the destructive power pouring down from the nine clouds, accompanied by Moli's source spirit technique, and the entire cave ** The bottom of the black robe is like an ant on a hot pot constantly crackling and crunchy, and the black-robed people are constantly struggling and roaring, they are trying their best to escape, but in the face of the current Mo Li's cultivation is impossible, being cruelly imprisoned below by the source of spiritual art, and the living are destroyed by the thunder, only the pungent smell is spreading the people against the sky.

"Boom" ...... rubble flew one after another, a terrible beast drilled out of the ground, his ** table Lin armor is all black, shiny, but now it also looks a little dim, faintly even more traumatized, just now by the impact and killing of the thunder, if it is not for the critical moment to devour all the black-robed people, his body ** will suffer more serious damage, he is angry, surging **** fire, how many years, he has not suffered such an angry provocation, he wants to kill the human beings in front of him, devour his blood**.

"Death, humanity. The cold giant beast did not hesitate, and without hesitation, it waved its claws towards Mo Li, the sharp claws were like moving mountain peaks, full of heaviness, making people feel a palpitation, this fierce beast is definitely very big, at least his race must not be weak.

Mo Li dodged quickly, his eyes seemed to see through the giant beast full of ** forest in front of him, and he couldn't help but think of the fallen bones of the former True Gang clan, which was really exactly the same as the giant beast in front of him, which can be called the same root of the son and mother.

But now he has suffered a mutation, and his qi and blood have suffered a metamorphosis, not only the fierce aura is more intense, but after the immersion of the black-robed man over the years, it has reached a higher level, extremely terrifying, indifferent as gold and iron, but in the face of Mo Li's continuous turning direction to block and kill, he still seems to be particularly staggering, obviously not really becoming a refinement, and he can't resist Mo Li's attack at all.

The "boom ......" fist smashed on his head as strong as a mountain, making his eyes go straight to Venus, and his whole body ** seemed to have suffered a serious blow, but Mo Li didn't care about it, and the continuous storm-like attack still fell, many means were exhausted, and the magic spells were rushing, breaking all his hands and feet, and then detaining his soul by forced ** means, but he didn't find the slightest thing, this ** year really didn't have much memory, almost in the age of ignorance.

Mo Li recoiled back to the empty place again, dissolved all the many formations of Moke, and then lifted all the prohibitions on their bodies and let them go, but before leaving, Mo Li carefully asked them about the changes here, and the result was even more surprising to him, the Tai'a tribe is still there, but now it has become the territory of the black-robed people, the number of black-robed people is not much, but they have lived here for a long time, no one knows what they want, they are every day** The same thing, which is to constantly measure the land, as if to measure something, is puzzling.

The dwarven elves secretly told another astonishing secret, that is, the tribesmen of the Tashan tribe disappeared overnight, no matter how those black-robed people investigated, there was no trace of them, as if they disappeared out of thin air, but in the end they guessed that it was very likely that they were summoned to the upper realm by means of lifting the sun, and it had been many years since then, but it had not been confirmed.

Mo Li felt trembling in his heart, because of the existence of the ancient dragon, he almost guessed this, and really leaped to the upper realm, so can it be said that some of his clansmen have also entered the upper realm, and there is still a time for them to meet again.

Mo Li wasn't sure, because he had too many worries about him in the red dust, and it would be difficult if he wanted to enter the upper realm and come down again, he had to deal with the affairs of the lower realm and resolutely not let himself leave indelible regrets.

In the end, Mo Li sat alone next to the pyramid in the back mountain, where there used to be their footprints, but now it is overgrown with penny**, and even the pyramid seems to have left a trace of rust.

"Hmm. Mo Li suddenly felt something, his eyes burned again and stared at the top of the pyramid, where did he get the imperial jade in the past, and now he looked at it again, as if the top also contained a different breath.

Mo Li moved, and the next moment he was standing at the top of the pyramid, looking down, his eyes suddenly shrank, and his heart felt something, looking at the terrain where the tribe was located, like a dormant primeval dragon, gradually revealing its hideous fangs.

"This terrain ......" Mo Li felt solemn, such a strange mountain and river landform is really very peculiar, it can be called strange, and it is difficult to find through the ages.

The complexity of the ink centrifugal is even stronger, the layout of this desolate ancient tribe is very peculiar, it really looks like a dragon, but the landform is a little broken, the dragon qi is scattered, he sits on the top of the tower, the whole person seems to have become back to the basics, the heart seems to be integrated into this side of the world, faintly seems to be able to sense the pulse of this mountain, it is really very subtle.

Mo Li snooped with the source spirit eye, but he was shocked to find that the pyramid actually existed a very subtle and dense vein surrounding, although the camouflage was extremely ingenious, but Mo Li practiced the source spirit technique, naturally he would not be affected by the appearance of the pyramid Gu **, such a huge pyramid to hide any secrets, it is really unbelievable that it needs to be disguised in such a way.

"This used to be the statue of the barbarian god, once upon a time, he also collapsed, turned into countless broken ** dropped, and now although the broken ** has long been unknown to which corner it has fallen, but the belief that there is nothing can be sensed. Mo Li muttered to himself, his mind was thinking, if all the tribesmen of the Tashan tribe disappeared, where would they go, and why they came to live in this world a long, long time ago, there must be many unknown secrets in it.

"Could it have something to do with the Upper Realm, or are they originally from the Upper Realm? Mo Li said in horror, his heart was flooded with ripples, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Then who am I, and am I also a person from the upper realm? Mo Li was almost confused, he recalled his life experience, he was really so dazed, he once thought that he was the heir of the Great Xia Dynasty, but now it seems that there are shocking secrets hidden behind it.

"Maybe everything will be revealed in the years to come......" Mo Li set off silently, flying down from the pyramid, his eyes stared at the tower in front of him solemnly, the years have not changed it, it is still so vicissitudes, so simple.

Mo Li ran the source of spiritual arts, his fingers were close together like a knife, the blade rippled with sharp blades, shimmering, and Huo Ran slashed towards a certain corner of the pyramid, and suddenly burst out wisps of brilliant sparks, and then it was as if he could smell a very mysterious **** gurgling from the inside, refreshing people's hearts......