After walking in a thick dead air for an unknown amount of time, a strange fruit tree suddenly appeared in Yang Mo's eyes.

The fruit tree took root on several mounds, and four or five thick roots slowly converged in the air, turning into a thick uncle with two people hugging each other.

There was not a single leaf on the tree, only strange twisted branches, and in the middle of the pitch-black branches, a bucket-sized fruit grew.

The fruit was black all over, but in the very center it shone red, and the red light rose and shrank as if a living creature was breathing.

Looking at such a strange situation in front of him, Li Lao Liu said in a hoarse voice: "Today is the time when the death is the strongest every month, and it is also ......."

Before Li Laoliu's words were finished, Yang Mo, who was walking in front, suddenly shouted: "No! ”

I saw Yang Mo's eyes cracking, his voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, and he looked at a tombstone broken by the roots of the strange fruit tree with grief and indignation.

On one of the largest fragments of a tombstone, a Yang character can be faintly seen.

I went to see that the root of the broken tombstone was sticking along the edge of the tombstone into the grave behind the tombstone, and the whole grave was opened.

And this grave is Yang Mo's mother's.

Just after Yang Mo let out a loud roar, the few people behind him suddenly felt a little unwilling, and a terrifying momentum was rising from Yang Mo's body.

First, a raging blue-black light flame emerged, rising more than thirty meters high on Yang Mo's body, and the dead qi within a hundred meters around him was instantly emptied.

Immediately beyond the flame of light, golden thunder and lightning appeared with a dense sound, embellishing the blue-black flame into a circle of gold.

Finally, in the midst of the two colors, a huge figure looms.

Behind this figure, seven sword shadows slowly levitated, constantly exuding a sharp meaning that soared into the sky.

By this time, within two hundred meters of Yang Mo's surroundings, the dead qi had completely disappeared.

For the first time, the depths of this cemetery, which had been blocked by deathless air for nearly fifty years, were exposed to the sun.

In fact, it was not just dead air, even the four people who followed Yang Mo just now were far away from a hundred meters away.

Yang Mo, who was already completely shrouded in black and gold, let alone getting closer, even if they looked at it, they felt their eyes tingle.

At this time, the Moxue Sword in Yang Mo's hand suddenly appeared, and he slashed forward with extremely angry emotions.

Along with the Mo Xue Sword flying out, there was also a terrifying sword qi wrapped in golden thunder light, slashing towards the black strange fruit tree.

"You!"

"Don't!"

In the pained and regretful expressions on the faces of Li Lao Liu, as well as Luoshan, Bird Fire, Red Scorpion and others, the terrifying sword qi hit the strange fruit tree directly.

Under Yang Mo's sword qi, the fruit tree was like snow meeting the sun, and it was smashed into nothingness on the spot.

In this way, this spiritual fruit, which had been guarded by Li Laoliu for more than forty years and was desperately fought for by the two powerful organizations in Chang'an City, was destroyed by Yang Mo.

And Yang Mo's sword qi that came out with anger did not stop after destroying this spirit fruit.

This sword qi roared out all the way, leaving a scorch mark in the dense jungle, and then flew more than two hundred meters away before finally stopping.

Luoshan looked at the artificially created charred black avenue in front of him, his mouth opened and closed, and he wanted to speak but couldn't say anything.

The beautiful Bird Fire has always paid attention to her appearance, but at this moment, her hosta is crooked by the wind, but she can't care about tidying it up at all.

She has always been proud, but when she saw the scene in front of her, her mouth opened slightly, and her face was full of loneliness and shock.

After falling from the mountain, the ability reactor in the red scorpion's hand was soaring according to Yang Mo's value.

But soon, when the number exceeded six figures, a puff of black smoke came out with a bang, and it was completely damaged.

"It's gone, there's nothing, I want you to die......"

After Li Lao Liu saw the black fruit tree disappear, his eyes were dead, and countless black mist rose from his body again, shouting and rushing towards Yang Mo.

At this time, a line of tears slowly flowed down Yang Mo's face, and the momentum on his body had begun to be put away.

In the face of Li Laoliu's attack, he didn't even look back, Mo Xuejian swung out with his backhand, and a sword light struck Li Laoliu into a rain of blood.

After killing Li Laoliu, Yang Mo walked to his mother's grave step by step, and carefully searched for it in the open grave with his hands.

After a while, Yang Mo found a broken urn in the corner of the grave.

In the urn, most of the original mother's ashes have disappeared, and only a small part remains in the box.

Seeing this, Yang Mo hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his arms and carefully packed his mother's ashes into it.

Just as he carefully put the jade bottle in his hand into his arms, he walked over cautiously and said, "My lord, can we help you with anything?" ”

When Yang Mo heard this, he turned his head and looked at Luoshan coldly: "Tell me, what is going on in this world?" ”

But what Yang Mo didn't know was that when he was listening to the mountain tell about the changes in the past fifty years, in a pitch-black hall outside Chongqing, Sichuan Province, thousands of miles away, a scrawny figure sat up from the darkness.

The voice muttered to itself in a hoarse voice, "Strange? Chang'an's Ghost Infant Fruit was destroyed, who would do that......"

Two hours later, Yang Mo stood on a mound outside the cemetery, looking at the vicissitudes of life in front of him, his mood was extremely complicated.

Originally, he had nothing to worry about in this world, but now after fifty years of dreaming, he is becoming more and more unfamiliar with this world.

Touching the jade bottle containing his mother's ashes on his chest, a feeling of loneliness came to his heart irrepressibly.

He understood that after embarking on the path of cultivator, he would gradually have to get used to this feeling, but in fact, from a long time ago, the only thing he walked with was loneliness.

Leaping into the cemetery, he didn't want to care about what was happening outside.

Although he knew that there was still human civilization in the outside world, he didn't care anymore.

In the cemetery without Li Laoliu, Yang Mo has been in seclusion for three months.

Today, he was sitting in the grass hut he had built, cultivating the Nine Xuan Star Tribulation.

After the great changes in this life, although he was not interested in exploring the cause, he always felt that it must have something to do with him.

However, this change was a good thing for him, because in this life, he could also cultivate as usual.

Just after he had completed one of his exercises, he heard a loud roar in the distance, which was made by the red bear.

After a while, the cry of the beast was getting closer and closer to him, making Yang Mo wonder.

Ever since he had cut off one of the bear's paws, the bear had never dared to approach the cemetery.

Listening to the cry of this beast, it was obvious that it was fighting with something, and it was still down, Yang Mo swept out as soon as he moved, wanting to see what was going on.