As the young master of the Mo clan, Mo Feng almost immediately thought of the prophecies of the ancient gods, as well as the results and legends of various divinations for tens of thousands of years:

The supreme of the demon world, the demon lord, is about to return to the world.

The reason why the world is more or less unconvinced is not that the legends and prophecies themselves are not credible, but because people do not want to believe them.

It's like Liluo is the Yuan Sage at all, but when she died, Li Anzheng suddenly said that Liyin was the real Yuan Sheng, and everyone believed it, it was the same truth - for the unknown, people always believe in what they want to believe.

What is unfavorable to oneself, when it has not happened, it is natural to actively ignore or even ignore it.

Mo Feng is not such a person.

The Mo clan believes in everything from the ancient gods.

Including the prophecy of the Demon Lord's reappearance.

And Ji Jiufang, who suddenly fell into the devil and cultivated to the sky in one step, naturally became Mo Feng's biggest suspicion.

He looked coldly at the already strange man on the shore, and asked in a deep voice:

"Demon Realm Supreme?"

The tone is as much like a statement as it is a statement.

The other party did not answer.

He still stood in place, motionless and looking at everything in front of him, until the water surface was high and raised, and finally the corners of his lips were hooked, and he smiled very lightly and coldly, his face full of ridicule and contempt for Mo Feng.

Mo Feng gritted his teeth.

He knew that he was a few pounds and taels now, and he also knew that in the face of Ji Jiufang, he had no chance of winning at all. But from this point of view, Liluo must be stuck in the swamp, and he must save it.

Even if it costs his life.

Even if it can't be saved at all.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Feng suddenly turned around, turned around, and plunged directly down.

The moment they entered the water, the black images on the water surface were cheering and celebrating, and they all gathered at the place where the strange wind entered the water, floating around quickly, until the bulge on the water surface became higher and higher, and the black shadows fled like birds and beasts.

Ji Jiufang stood on the shore and looked at everything in front of him coldly.

He knew everything about what he had been going through lately—or rather, everything he had experienced in the flesh.

Naturally, he also knew that he had been deceived.

The man had designed such an intricate net, which opened softly and waited for him to hit it.

And he almost hit his head and bleed.

Fortunately, he met Mo Xiao, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for him to enter this forbidden land, and it would be impossible for him to temporarily lift his seal. It's a pity that he can only lift one layer.

That person set up a total of nine seals on his primordial spirit.

One layer is stronger than the other.

Ji Jiufang narrowed his eyes.

With his current ability, he can't destroy this piece of heaven and earth, but he can consolidate the memories and mana that he has now regained by absorbing the power of the demon beasts in the water.

"Come out!"

He let out a low sigh.

At the same time, a dark spiritual power was smashed into the swamp.

"Roar—"

A deafening roar came from the quagmire, and the "big fish" in the water finally revealed its figure, it was a large fish shaped like a baleen whale, and unlike ordinary fish, this "big fish" in the swamp had no fins and no tail.

"Reckless widowhood."

Ji Jiufang called.

Then he said, "After all these years, thank you for still waiting for me." ”

As if he could understand his words, the big fish, which was called "reckless widow", faintly raised its head, and once again let out a low roar, and the sound lasted for a long time, spreading far away.

Mo Qiu and the others, who were searching hard in the south, froze in unison.