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"In the Phoenix Order, there are two wisps of your soul, I need time to extract it and inject it into your body, and neither of us can die at the moment." Mo Han explained softly: "With my current ability, I am not their opponent. ”

"The Phoenix Order is a thing of the mortal realm, and it can't be brought back to the divine realm, but if it is exchanged for your life, this soul is not good." Mo Yue struggled to raise her hand and stroke Shang Mo Han's cheek.

Mo Han held Mo Yue's hand and smiled lowly: "You are the Lord of the Netherworld, if the soul is complete, the strength will not be able to reach its full strength, how to rule the Netherworld, how to mobilize the power of the Yin." ”

"As long as you're there, I don't care about anything else, even if the world returns to chaos, I have no regrets." Mo Yuewan'er, closer to Mo Han, as a mortal thinking, the pain on her body is really unbearable, but how much suffering she has endured, in the demon cave, almost all the flesh and skin are destroyed, and she has survived, so now she feels that the pain in this body is not more than Erer.

"Fool." Mo Han kissed Mo Yue's forehead, and the heat in the phoenix order made his body much better, so he gently put Mo Yue down on the bed and said, "Then I'll go and meet those people, although I don't have mana now, but with the hundreds of thousands of years I have lived, I shouldn't fall too far in a fight." ”

"That's nature." Mo Yue's eyes seemed to have starlight shining brightly, and she said with expectations: "Don't lie to me, if I know that you are stealing forbidden techniques behind my back, I will be angry." ”

"Okay, I promise you." Mo Han nodded in agreement.

Mo Yue closed her eyes reassuringly, as long as he promised his own thing, he would definitely do it, just a few words of communication, exhausted his last strength, Mo Yue fell asleep again.

The inky and inky eyes flashed with a touch of coldness, and he got up, and his body flew out of the door like a violent wind.

"Hand over the Phoenix Order, you won't die."

Outside the house, surrounded by people from the rivers and lakes, led by Nangong Qi and Situ Mo, Situ Mo has also become the son of the Nangong family.

Jun Leng watched it, last time he sent someone to pretend to be the owner of Situ Villa to promote this recognition of his ancestors and return to his ancestry, it was just a thought for his father in the mortal realm, the owner of Situ Zhuang, who is also the owner of the bloodthirsty sect, and Situ Mo has been buried in the dark.

"The Phoenix Order has long since disappeared with the missing bloodthirsty sect master, and I advise you not to do it in vain." Mo Han lightly warned that his biological father and son killed each other, which he did not want to see.

"Oh? Missing? Aren't you fighting in the nest? Situ Mo sneered, he is now the only son of the Nangong family, he is deeply favored, no more careful than when he was in Situ Villa, he needs to see the eyes of the owner of Situ Zhuang, he speaks a lot harder, and his body is much straighter.

"There is no need to argue with you about the truth or falsehood, I only tell you that I don't have a phoenix order, if you insist on arguing whether it is true or false, feel free." Mo Han said.

"Father, everyone, the Bloodthirsty Gate has done a lot of evil, and everyone has been punished, even if it is not for the Phoenix Order, we can't let go of this opportunity today." Situ Molang's voice began to agitate the crowd.

It's just that it's obviously a situation of one person versus many people, but Mo Han stands there, but he has an aura of looking down on the world and leaving the world independent, as if everyone is in his eyes, but they are just small ants and nothing to worry about.

For a moment, Nangong Qi even had an illusion that his arrogance and enthusiasm in the rivers and lakes seemed to be vividly reflected in this young man, compared to the son he had just recognized next to him, as if this young man was more like him.