In the stone room, Mu Ge sat stiffly on the edge of the stone bed, and his movements were very unnatural.

Snow Lotus was glued to his arms, his hands were wrapped around his waist, his little head was attached to his chest, and he didn't want to let go of anything, which caused a lot of pressure in his heart and felt ashamed.

He has known Tiger Niu for many years, and he has never behaved so intimately.

The wolf king, who was the size of a palm, lay on his shoulder and looked at Mu Ge twice, complaining slightly, as if saying that his territory would not be violated by others.

Mu Ge looked at the wolf king and told his helplessness with his eyes.

The snow lotus in her arms gradually stabilized her breathing, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Feeling the cold and soft delicate body, Mu didn't feel the slightest sleep, and his body didn't even dare to move.

This night, after all, was not peaceful.

When Mu Ge fused the golden bone in the Spirit Lake, and Shi Ding flew out to cause the vision of heaven and earth, the old man on the sacrificial tower, the bewitching man in the Nine Shadows Blood Mansion, seemed to be aware of it.

In the Nine Shadows Blood Mansion, the bewitching man leaned on the couch, his fingers occasionally pulling one or two strings, making a "ding ding dong" sound.

The purple-haired woman kneeling in front of him was expressionless with her head bowed.

Every time the strings are pulled, the woman's body trembles involuntarily, but no matter how uncomfortable the body is, her face and expression are always unfazed, and her brows are not furrowed.

"Good... Very good..."The bewitching man let go of the strings with his fingers, picked up the blood-like wine from the glass cup on the case, and drank it all.

His tongue licked the wine stains that overflowed the corners of his mouth, and suddenly asked, "You are from a small tribe in the Far North Wasteland, if I remember correctly, it should be called Moha." ”

"Returning to the Divine Envoy, the ink pupil is indeed from the Moha clan. ”

"Ink Pupil... The bewitching man pronounced the name of the ink pupil as if he was tasting fine wine, and after a long time, he asked again, "What is your real name?"

"Moha Spring Flowers. ”

"Gotta... It's better to call it Motong, what kind of broken name did you give you..."

"Yes. ”

"By the way, the patriarch of the Moha clan is dead, and I will allow you to go back to mourn and take revenge by the way. ”

"Mo Tong has nothing to do with Mo Ha's family. ”

"If you are told to go, you will go. After thinking about it, he said: "The Extreme North Wasteland is a bitter cold place, the life of the races is difficult, the Demon God Lord can't bear it, if you want to save the races from suffering, you can go with the Demon God Seeds, spread the Demon God faith in the Extreme North Wasteland, lead them out of the sea of suffering, and live freely, go..."

"Yes. ”

The purple-haired woman's ink pupil's expression was like a piece of 10,000-year-old ice from beginning to end, without any change.

Just as she turned to leave and was about to walk out of the altar, the bewitching man suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke and flew towards the ink pupils, wrapping around the hairpin on her head and disappearing.

On the altar, there is no trace of a bewitching man.

On the top floor of the sacrificial tower in the center of the wilderness, the old man with white hair sat cross-legged facing north at this time.

It was late at night, but the top of the tower was full of people.

Behind the old man, there were thirteen people kneeling neatly, some old and some young.

The night wind blew these moon-white sacrificial robes, blowing up the green and white hair.

In the death-like silence, the old man said melancholy: "The will of heaven is hard to disobey, I will leave tonight, you and the other thirteen people are the backbone of the pillar of the sacrificial tower, and you will definitely assist the new tower master in the future, don't fight..."

"Holy Priest, please also designate the next tower master, and your subordinates will do their best to assist. The person who knelt at the front and was about the same age as the old man hurriedly responded.

But in his words, he seemed to be more concerned about the candidate for the next tower master.

"High Priest of Luqiu, as the head of the white-clothed sacrifice, you must play a leading role, loyally assist the new tower master, the continent will be chaotic, the demons will rise everywhere, the sacrifice tower... Sacrificial Tower... Hey..."

"Holy Priest, Your Excellency... I... Yes..."The High Priest of Luqiu instantly understood the meaning of the old man's words, he would never become the next tower master.

Bow your head to hide the resentment in your eyes, clench your teeth, and it's hard to accept this fact.

"Thirteen, come here. ”

"I..." The young man kneeling at the back looked up at the old man in surprise, but he didn't expect the holy priest to call him by name.

He bowed forward and knelt beside the Holy Priest, and his heart was nervous as if it was about to pop out of his chest.

The Holy Priest turned his head and whispered to Thirteen, no one else could hear what was being said, and after a while, Thirteen said respectfully: "Yes, disciple obeys." ”

Then he took something from the hands of the holy priest and hurried away, ignoring the curious eyes of the other twelve.

Immediately afterwards, the holy priest said to the twelve people behind him: "The sacrificial tower holy weapon is out, and it has not been found for many years. ”

This passage was not only heard clearly by the twelve people at the top of the tower, but also by the disciples and apprentices around the entire sacrificial tower, as well as the guards and miscellaneous servants.

"Obey the Holy Sacrifice Decree..."

As the sound of the holy sacrifice spread, within a radius of ten miles around the sacrificial tower, only this sentence echoed in the air.

And at this moment, on a tree with a crooked neck in the orchard of Hell Valley, the sloppy old man who was reclining on it sat up suddenly, looked at the center of the Savage Continent, and said to himself: "Old man, can't even you stand it?"

In the depths of the Jialan Forest, Ruyan Zhenxiong and the Flame Qilin sat face to face, and in the huge hole not far from his side, there was flame energy rushing out from time to time.

The people of the Mu clan who followed stared at the entrance of the cave with nervous expressions, especially Mu Feng, anxiously turning back and forth.

"Old madman, can you stop going around in circles..."Ruyan Zhenxiong's face was full of worry, looking at Mu Feng who was spinning in a circle.

Mu Feng was also not polite, turned his head and scolded: "Old dog bear, that's my daughter-in-law inside, can you not be in a hurry?"

"That's my daughter in there..."

"You know that you feel sorry for your daughter-in-law, where can you still think of your daughter..."

"Old madman, if you want to fight, don't say that I bullied you and let you have both hands and feet. ”

"Phew... You, a nine-pattern Saint Source Master, got into a fight with a three-pattern Earth Source Master, and you said that you weren't bullying people? ”

"Phew... You are shameless, I have scolded you more than 20 mouths with one mouth?"

"Roar... Don't make any noise, my son is in there. The Flame Qilin couldn't stand the two of them, and interrupted them with his big eyes.

Mu Feng was a little afraid of the flame qilin, so he obediently shut up.

Ruyan Zhenxiong was not convinced, and just wanted to return the mouth, a wave of heat suddenly rushed out of the hole, and he choked and coughed.

"Roar... Roar..."Two immature beast roars came from the cave.

The Flame Qilin reacted the fastest, and disappeared with a brush.

"Brute, you wait for me. Seeing this, Ruyan Zhenxiong rushed into the cave with a strange scream, and even threw the war hammer that never left him on the ground.

Mu Feng led the Mu clan people to follow closely behind, and hurried to the cave.

All the people of the Mu clan were surging with source power around their bodies, and they all became source masters, although their cultivation was uneven, but all of them became source masters all of a sudden, which was indeed quite surprising.