The Chengtian Mountain Sifting Demon Formation disappeared, the head of the Yin Yang Valley family disappeared, and Mo forgot that he couldn't leave at will.

And the death of Yuan Sheng made the people of the world rush to come, and the number of people who entered Chengtian Mountain in the past few days was two or three times more than the peak season of Lingshi mining and trading in previous years.

Mo forgets his worries and can't go.

Not to mention that the daughter is lost, even if the three children are lost now...... Mo Wangwu bit his lip and sighed heavily, not daring to think about it at all.

After settling the wake and the funeral that was about to start in two hours, Mo Wangwu walked out of the valley while calling a Mo disciple and asked all the details of the appearance of the tower shadow.

Back in Chengtian Mountain, Mo Wangwu suddenly worried about a few children.

But a few of the children have already gone away.

Mo Wangwu shook his head, forcing himself not to think about those unlucky things, after all, when Mo Feng asked for instructions, Mo Wangwu had already thought about it more clearly-

Among those children, there was Youshui Yu, who was proficient in the art of spells, and Ji Jiufang, who was now the first person to cultivate the truth in the Five Directions Continent, plus the children of several other families, if even they couldn't chase them back, the others would be even more useless.

Including yourself.

What's more, Yuan Sheng was suddenly killed.

The head of the Li's family is missing.

The altar of the Yinyang Valley actually has evil magic in the world.

All of this shows that the prophecy of the ancient gods is about to come true, and this continent is afraid that it will no longer be peaceful and peaceful. Then, a few children should also go through the experience.

Intuition told Mo that the most powerful enemy did not appear at all.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wangwu strengthened his initial decision.

A few hours after the funeral, he went to the ancestral hall and told the elders of the clan about the strange things in the valley. The elders were very open-minded, and felt that it was time for the juniors to experience it, and with a few sighs of emotion, they began to talk about the funeral, and then the funeral.

After dealing with all this, Mo forgot his worries and walked to his residence, wanting to take a break.

There was a man standing at the door.

Mo Wangwu saw it from a distance, and couldn't help but stand still, and after recognizing the person, he suddenly had a burst of anger. As if he had forgotten everything, Mo Wangwu walked straight towards the comer, approached, and stretched out his hand to punch him.

The person who came took the punch impartially.

Then he faintly spit out two words:

"Seventeen."

Mo Wangwu couldn't help but sneer: "Don't say a hundred punches, even if you are killed, it is not enough to relieve hatred!" ”

"Then you might as well beat me to death and see if you can relieve your hatred." The words of the person who came were a little indifferent, but they seemed decadent, "I came to tell you that Yan Huang recently accepted an apprentice, and he was only ten years old, and he could refine the eighth-grade pill. ”

Mo forgot to be stunned.

Overwhelming memories flooded into my mind, my mood changed rapidly, and my face changed complicatedly. After a long time, he suppressed the anger and sorrow in his heart and asked the person who came: "So what? ”

The person who asked Yan Huang to help with alchemy in the first place is dead.

Yan Huang has also gone crazy.

"It's not good......," the person paused, and then smiled bitterly, "It's just that Yan Huang could have died, but he was rescued by his little apprentice and used the Eight Rank Pill." ”

There was a moment of silence.

After all, he spoke: "It's just an innocent junior." ”

The visitor's eyes were deep, and he suddenly chuckled.

"I don't have as much grudges as you." He smiled a little sinisterly, "I only hate Yan Huang - by the way, that kid, this time I came to Zhonglu with the prince of the Nine Directions, maybe you will meet him." ”

Mo forgot to be stunned.

He did seem to see a person beside Ji Jiufang, but ...... Is it an eight or nine-year-old girl?