Mo Zi'an looked at the information in front of him and couldn't help but fall into memories.

"Let go, Mo Zi'an, this candy is mine!" This is the memory of Mo An'an slapping Mo Zi'an's face lightly and heavily, while forcibly taking away the candy in Mo Zi'an's pocket.

"Let go, Mo Zi'an, this toy is mine!" This is the memory of Mo An'an slapping Mo Zi'an's face lightly and heavily, while forcibly taking away the toys in Mo Zi'an's hand.

"Let go, Mo Zi'an, the remote control of the TV is mine!" This is the memory of Mo An'an slapping Mo Zi'an's face lightly and heavily, while forcibly snatching the TV remote control in Mo Zi'an's hand to change the channel.

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Mo Zi'an recalled, and suddenly felt that it didn't seem unacceptable for Mo An'an to be gone? Recalling the way he cried when Mo An'an disappeared, Mo Zi'an is not sure whether he was sad or crying with joy at that time? Thinking about this question, Mo Zi'an couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

In fact, when Mo Zi'an first got the news, his inner plan was to investigate who kidnapped his sister, and he must give him the most severe punishment, and he has relieved himself of the pain of losing his sister when he was a child, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he seemed to be giving a big gift to the person who abducted his sister.

Thinking of this, Mo Zi'an, who originally planned to directly inform his parents that his sister had found it, suddenly felt that he should let his sister wander outside for three or five years, compared to this, this is also a tempering for her, and slowly it is her brother's love for her.

Thinking of this, Mo Zi'an's heart suddenly became much happier again?

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Outside the world barrier, the dependents of the master were ready for the ceremony, and several of the carefully selected legendary-level subordinates also stood in front of the ceremonial platform, looking at the dependents in front of them respectfully.

The first to start the ritual was Desolation, after all, he was the one responsible for this invasion, and it was reasonable for him to play the leading role, and soon, the majestic power gushed out in the Desolate body, pouring into the ritual platform like an endless tide, and after the transformation of the ritual platform, a pure power was injected into the body of the first legendary-level subordinate.

The subordinates who can be selected are naturally the best of the legendary level, but even so, this legendary subordinate only lasted for half a pillar of incense, and when his breath fluctuated between the legendary level and the sub-saint level, he really couldn't hold on, and he exploded directly and died, splashing the other legendary-level subordinates and ritual platforms around him with blood everywhere.

"Failed?" Barren muttered to himself, not enough and without a disappointed expression, and said directly: "Next." The probability of failure of this ritual is extremely high, and the failure for the first time is really just a normal phenomenon, and the desolation is still mentally prepared enough, so naturally he will not feel any disappointment because of this failure.

The ritual is still going on again and again, and although all the Legends have died so far, the desolation still continues the ritual with determination.

Until the massive energy consumption in the barren body was seventy-seven-eighty-eight, and the ritual had to be stopped, none of them succeeded.

And while the desolation was retreating to rest, the second ruin began the ritual. It's still a non-stop experiment, and there are still no dead bones, but until the energy in the ruined body is about to run out, there is finally a legendary-level subordinate's breath that breaks through the legendary level and hits the breath of the sub-saint, but his realm is still legendary-level.

Ruin wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, ended his ritual, and smiled reluctantly: "Finally succeeded one, and you are waste."

Desolation: "?????"

After the ruin, it is fear that the ritual of the forbidden word is carried out, and it is the same process, and it is still the result of no dead body, but unfortunately, the ritual of fear is also the same as the barrenness, and a successful one is useless, I have to say that it is really terrible.

As the hope of the whole village, Sadness was the last to start its ritual, and it was obvious that as the most powerful existence among all the dependents, Sadness had a much stronger control over his own energy than the other dependents.

But even so, it wasn't until more than half of the energy in Sadness's body was consumed that another successful ritual was finally born, and down, the rest of the subordinates' rituals all failed, as expected.

It cost a huge amount, but in the end, only two subordinates succeeded in the ceremony, and I have to say that the success rate of my blessing ceremony is really low. However, even if there are only 2 successful subordinates, Desolation is confident enough to teach the world side a lifelong lesson in the next invasion, at least all the people who participated in the defensive battle of the Ninth Legion will die!!

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It's been more than a day since the last invasion of the Devourer of Worlds, and according to the experience of the past few months, it's almost time for another invasion, so people can't help but start to get nervous, comparing this kind of large-scale battle, even if there are many fights, you still have to be nervous when you should be nervous, which is also one of the few things that humans are difficult to get used to, after all, this thing is related to life and death, it's not so easy to get used to, and the ghost knows when he will die? No one can say for sure.

However, when the invaders stepped out of the gap in the barrier of the world, Luo He and the painter glanced at each other, and they sensed the well-known danger from this invasion.

"Damn(ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻,It seems that the Devourer of the World is going to magnify his moves.,It's not easy to pass this level today!" Luo He said.

"You feel it, don't you? That mortal danger, since my combat power broke through the limit of the legendary level, there is still no legendary level that can give me this feeling, so it is obvious that this time there are more invasions in the existence that has reached the sub-saint level like us. The painter nodded.

Although the words of the two were full of caution, there was a strong battle intent in the eyes of the two: "This is the feeling I want, this feeling of being evenly matched, a battle of life and death, I feel that I am burning?" Luo He asked.

"Me too." The painter responded, and the battle intent in his eyes burst out.

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