"Let's split up, so we can do it faster." Mo Wanjin divided the seven people, including herself, into three groups, and looked for them in different directions.

Mo Wanjin, Yan Wanyue, and Su Zhi walked to the left of the location they had just placed.

The further you walked, the lighter the smell of blood became, and when you came to a camp, the air even had a faint smell of grass.

"Looks like this is God's camp." After Mo Wanjin observed carefully, she came to such a conclusion.

With a heart of admiration, Mo Wanjin walked into a tent.

The interior of the tent is elegantly furnished, not at all like it is on such a bloody battlefield, but like a very warm home, which makes people not feel a little nervous and scared.

The furniture is very simple, a desk, a bed, and a shelf, on which there are some books and two potted plants.

Ice crystals and black jade are two very rare medicinal materials, to remove heat and cool, is a good heat-clearing medicine, and also has great benefits for calming the nerves and sleeping, is a blessing for insomnia patients.

Merely......

Ice crystals and black jade are also good tranquilizers.

Mo Wanjin frowned, turned and looked at the bed.

The bed was neat and clean, as if someone had been living here, and there was not a single bit of dust.

Someone has always lived here......

This thought just flashed through Mo Wanjin's mind, and an imperceptible voice attracted Mo Wanjin's attention.

Mo Wanjin turned sideways and dodged the sneak attack.

A dart flew into the desk.

"Who!" Mo Wanjin snorted coldly and took out the dagger.

"You have the audacity to break into the tent of this god!"

A woman walked in, dressed in black, with an indifferent expression, but with anger and disdain in her eyes, and her gestures were full of nobility and elegance.

"God?" Mo Wanjin was slightly surprised, and the indifference in her eyes dissipated a little.

Is there still a god on this continent?

The war between gods and demons was already 10,000 years ago, and with such a tragic battle, could any god survive?

"What? Don't believe me? The woman raised her eyebrows, and a faint golden light emanated from her body, a sacred and ancient aura, which made Mo Wanjin believe her almost without hesitation.

"I'm the only god left after that war." The woman sat on the edge of the bed and said, "My name is the moon spirit, and I am the god who governs the rise and fall of the moon. I'm the weakest of all the Protoss, but I can heal, so I've stayed in the rear and haven't been on the battlefield. ”

"Later, the war ended, and all the gods and demons died, except for me, of course." Moon Ling's eyes were a little gloomy, "Even the two divine envoys who protected me are dead. I'm the only one left, in this desolate place. ”

The moon spirit seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and finally found someone to talk to, and couldn't wait to say everything in one go. She patted her side and instructed Mo Wanjin to sit down, "It's been tens of thousands of years since I found anyone to talk to, and you're the first." ”

Mo Wanjin didn't squirm either, and sat down generously.

"The way of reproduction of our god race is to put a part of our godhead and silent power into the divine pool, and after a hundred years, a new god will be born. This new God will inherit all the duties, powers, and rights of his master. My master, is a man. He was very good-looking, and I saw him once when I was born, but it was that time that I made a mistake that a god could not make. ”