"The reckless widow has been here for many years, attracting the living souls who died nearby, so that the spiritual power of those demon lords that the reckless widow forcibly absorbed back then have been contaminated with resentment."

Mo Jian said unhurriedly.

There was a pause in his voice, and the figure wrapped in soft light slowly rose, and moved closer to Ji Jiufang, reminding him step by step:

"Even if they are all resentments, there are pure or not, and there are turbidity. This point, the Demon Lord should be clear. ”

Ji Jiufang frowned and said nothing, his eyes were also closed.

He does know it.

The reckless widow has been surrounded by dark shadows for so many years, and he will definitely be affected by the turbidity, but he really can't wait.

This is the Valley of Yin and Yang, he just beat her into the swamp again, who knows if she will be like himself, suddenly remember something, and then suddenly come out and hit him by surprise?

So he couldn't wait, wanting to suck the spiritual power back into his primordial god in order to consolidate the primordial god that had been released a corner. Otherwise, once the seal locks the Yuan Shen again, what he has done today will be considered a toss in vain. There will be another time, and I don't know when it will be waiting.

Especially, Ji Jiufang didn't expect that Mo Jian would still be here.

"Mo Ancestor?" Ji Jiufang sneered as if mocking, "Didn't you die 100,000 years ago?" ”

Mo smiled and said nothing.

The five disciples under the Ancient God Throne had indeed died 100,000 years ago, whether it was Fu Qi and Qianyu whose strength was only in the True God Realm, or Ji Fu and Anwen in the Dao Ancestor Realm, or they were only in the Tianzun Realm at that time, they all dissipated between heaven and earth with the destruction of the Ancient God.

The five of them were originally cast by the ancient gods with spiritual power and magic weapons, and the five main techniques practiced in the Five Continents were the true bodies of the five ancestors: the Eastern Continent Fu Qi was transformed by a spiritual rune of the ancient gods, the Western Continent Thousand Gluttony was a water bowl, the Southern Continent Ji Fu was a wisp of spiritual power wildfire, and the Northern Continent Secret Story was a drop of blood of the ancient gods.

As for themselves......

Mo Jian pursed his lips.

He was just a piece of sludge sent by the ancient god Yuanshen, because he was touched by spiritual power - similar to the widowhood, and finally transformed into a human form like the ancient god and became one of the five disciples.

It is also because he is the most different, so his thoughts about the ancient gods have never been different. Even, because Mo saw that he was too obsessed, the descendants of the Mo family had to experience the same fate as him......

"It's damned."

Mo Jian said lightly and sighed lightly.

Five men each guard one side.

But because the ancient gods have been fostered in the body for millions of years, he has absorbed too much spiritual power, and after the death of the ancient gods, with his own strength, he has become the god of the third incarnation realm between heaven and earth.

The enchantment of Chengtian Mountain is the transformation of strange sights.

A wisp of soul consciousness will not be dispersed, waiting near the swamp, for 100,000 years, just waiting for today's fate.

And the most important part of him......

A devouring spiritual power suddenly struck at Mo Jian, interrupting his memories.

Mo Jian hurriedly dodged.

At this moment, he is just a wisp of soul consciousness, and he can't withstand the spiritual power of the demon lord at all, even if the other party's spiritual power has not recovered half a point.

And after the blow, Ji Jiufang's spiritual power was even more uncontrollable, and he had a headache so much that he couldn't continue to attack, and he couldn't be distracted to guard against a sneak attack from strangers. Ji Jiufang had to concentrate all his strength to protect his Yuan Shen.