Hearing Mu Xinglan's question, Ming Mo pondered for a moment, and then said, "Sister Xinglan, what I want to say next may subvert the previous concepts in your heart, I hope you are mentally prepared." ”

Looking at Ming Mo's solemn expression, Mu Xinglan nodded although she was puzzled. Ming Mo planned to tell her everything about the burial of Shenyuan, not only because she was the person she liked at the moment, but also because this matter would not be hidden for long, and the Wind Saint's side would also be exposed, so it was better to say it directly.

"That's the case, after I fell into the Burial Abyss............ Ming Mo directly told Mu Xinglan what he saw and heard in the Burial Abyss: "That's the way it is. ”

After listening to Ming Mo's words, Mu Xinglan's face changed drastically, and she muttered, "Xiaomo, how is this possible? How can the gods be the masterminds of the destruction of the world? Are you saying that our ancestors are great beings who kill the gods, but we have been used for 100,000 years?"

Indeed, this news is a big blow to Mu Xinglan, who has always believed in and revered the goddess of nature, the god who has been believing in it for so long is actually a demon who slaughters the human race, and no one can accept it, the feeling of faith collapsing in an instant, people who have not experienced it will not know.

"What I said is true, if you don't believe it, I can take you to the emperor's tomb, but look at the coffins of those ancient powerhouses. ”

Ming Mo looked at Mu Xinglan's dejected expression, couldn't help but feel a tingle in his heart, and held her fragrant shoulders with both hands and said, "Sister Xinglan, this continent is about to be chaotic, accept the reality." ”

After being silent for a long time, Mu Xinglan looked up at Ming Mo, and said with a stunned expression: "Xiaomo, you say, what should I do?"

"Hehe, don't do it, first of all, you have to ask for the control of the gods, but on the surface, you have to act like you don't know what to do," Then, you go back to the Emperor's Tomb with me, accept the inheritance of your ancestors of the Wood Temple, and awaken your sealed Emperor's bloodline. ”

Ming Mo gently hugged Mu Xinglan and said gently.

"To accept the inheritance, it is better to give this opportunity to the goddess of the Wood Temple, she is still young and has great potential. ”

Mu Xinglan was stunned when she heard this, and then said.

"No, what we lack now is high-end combat power, you can not accept the inheritance, but the bloodline must be awakened, I know that the goddess is your sister's daughter, you are for her good, but the inheritance of this thing is completely a test of chance, and you can't force it. ”

Hearing this, Ming Mo smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and scraped Mu Xinglan's nose.

"Nasty!"

was touched by Mingmo's Qiong nose, such an intimate action made Mu Xinglan embarrassed, and then glanced at Mingmo, with infinite charm.

"Then tell me, what strength do you have now?"

Mu Xinglan looked at Ming Mo and asked curiously.

"I can't answer you this, because my realm division is different from yours, you just need to know that my current strength is about the same as yours. ”

When Ming Mo heard this, he said indifferently.

"What is your identity? I can feel it, your current power is definitely not simple. ”

Although he had already guessed that Ming Mo's strength would become very strong, he didn't expect it to be so strong, and then looked at Ming Mo with a puzzled expression.

"Hehe, what power can I have, I can only tell you that the current Ling Tian Pavilion is mine. ”

Ming Mo smiled slyly, and then kissed Mu Xinglan's soft cherry lips again.

"Hmph, bad guy, the master of Ling Tian Pavilion, no wonder, no wonder Ling Tian Pavilion can rise in such a short period of time, and even fight against the Divine Temple, it turns out that you are plotting behind your back, since you have come back a long time ago, but you have only come to me now, you are really an out-and-out bad person." ”

Being taken advantage of by Ming Mo again, Mu Xinglan was slightly coquettish, looking like an arrogant queen, but there were monstrous waves in her heart, she didn't expect that the mysterious pavilion master of Ling Tian Pavilion was actually Ming Mo, and Ling Tian Pavilion, whose strength had surpassed the temple in a short period of time, was actually his, first surprised, and then delighted, in this way, she and him, even if no one in the hall would dare to object.