Since ancient times, eight major races have coexisted between heaven and earth: gods, demons, immortals, demons, ghosts, beasts, humans, and spirits.

Five hundred years ago, in order to eradicate the Demon King, Zhou Tianzi, the king of the people, made a contract with the spirit race, so that the warriors of the human race could receive the gift of the spirit of all things, and get the war spirit that could help him fight.

After the Demon Lord was destroyed, this contract continues to this day.

And in order to thank the Spirit King and make it easier for people to obtain war spirits, Zhou Tianzi built Spirit King Palaces all over the earth.

At this moment, in Yunze City and the Spirit King Palace, a spirit giving ceremony was being held.

A tall altar was located in the center of the main hall, surrounded by a Taoist figure staring at the young man on the altar with burning eyes.

This young man is the son of Mo Renxing, one of the eighteen masters of Yunze City, named Mo Sheng, fourteen or fifteen years old, with very handsome sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

On the altar, in addition to Mo Sheng, there was also a spirit medium with white hair.

The spirit medium is a person who can communicate with the spirit of all things, and right now, the old spirit medium is closing his eyes with a peaceful face, and his dry palms are caressing the top of Mo Sheng's head.

As the old spirit medium said something, Mo Sheng's body was shrouded in a faint halo of colorful light.

In this colorful halo, Mo Sheng only felt as if he could sense the spirits of all things in this heaven and earth, and among them, there was a spirit that seemed to have a unique connection with him, which became clearer and clearer under the call of his heart.

That must be his war spirit!

"I wonder if my war spirit will inherit my father's wind white wolf war spirit, or will it be more powerful than my father's war spirit......"

In that mysterious induction, Mo Sheng's heart was still full of wonderful expectations, but the next moment, his body tensed in vain.

He suddenly felt an incomparably ancient aura, as if it had traveled through time and space and entered his body!

At the same time, the colorful halo around Mo Sheng was instantly replaced by a black light, which made him involuntarily raise his arm and turn into a light and shadow in his palm.

"It's... My War Spirit?"

Mo Sheng looked at the extra thing in his palm in amazement, it was not the white wolf that should inherit his father, but a piece of matter the size of a finger.

The material is not gold or iron, but it looks like a bone, but it is pitch black.

Looking at its shape again, it looks like a stick but not a stick, it should be ...... A quaint key!

The Ancient Key of Black Bone!

It seemed to possess great magical power, attracting everyone's attention, and even making the originally somewhat noisy Spirit King Hall extremely silent.

It's not that everyone finds out what kind of magic the key is, but everyone is wondering how anyone can get the key to the war spirit.

Even though the spirit of war originates from the spirit of all things, and is already inclusive of everything, the current situation still feels unheard of.

Then, everyone's expressions became strange.

Apparently they were all secretly wondering, what could the Key Warrior Spirit do?

After all, no one has ever seen such a strange war spirit since ancient times.

Of course, it is not uncommon for everyone to have seen similar war spirits, such as hoes, sickles, etc., which are typical waste war spirits.

And no matter how strange the key spirit is, most of them can't get out of this category.

If it weren't for the fact that Mo Sheng's father was one of the eighteen masters in the city, I am afraid that they would already be talking about it and laughing at this moment.

Mo Sheng noticed the expressions of everyone in the hall, and looked down the altar towards his father below, and when he saw the moment of disappointment in his father's eyes, his heart suddenly trembled.

"My War Spirit, is it bad?"

The young man, who was aware of something, asked the old psychic medium beside him with some trepidation.

He really wanted this old man with more experience than his father to answer him, this is a very magical war spirit.

"In this world, there are no bad war spirits, only bad warriors. ”

After a change in expression, the old psychic medium replied peacefully, and the old voice made Mo Sheng's originally apprehensive heart full of vitality again.

"As long as you can discover the true role of the war spirit and use it to the extreme, even if the world thinks that the war spirit is wasted, it can still exert the power to destroy the world and destroy the world!"

Seeing that Mo Sheng's eyes brightened, the old spirit medium smiled and continued: "Just like the nine most powerful people in the world today, one of the nine great grandmasters, Liuhui Ye, his battle spirit is the Liuhui who is called the Waste War Spirit. ”

"So, no matter how bad the war spirit is, he can still become the strongest!"

These words are simply the most exciting words Mo Sheng has ever heard, and they are simply his psychological pillar at the moment!

However, at this moment, a gloomy face that was about to drip black water suddenly appeared in his sight.

It was his father, Mo Renxing, who had stood in front of him at some point.

"Come home with me!"

Mo Renxing frowned and glanced at the old spirit medium, pulled Mo Sheng, who was bright in his heart, down the altar and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

The old psychic medium just smiled and didn't care.

He didn't know how many times he had said this to many children, but he didn't take it seriously.

You must know that there are thousands of people in the world who have awakened the Waste War Spirit, but the person who can discover the true use of the Waste War Spirit and play a role that the world cannot imagine, and finally reach the height of the Nine Great Grandmasters, is only one person in the past five hundred years!

What this means, goes without saying.

What's more, when it reaches the level of Liuhui Night, his war spirit is not a waste war spirit firefly, it is a hundreds of millions of glow fireflies that contain the power of destroying the world, and a super war spirit that can slaughter the country with a single thought!

The old psychic didn't think that there would be a second night of light in this world, and his words were just to comfort children like Mo Sheng, so that they would not cry during his god-giving ceremony after being hit hard.

At the same time, his words can only deceive children, and as for adults like Mo Renxing, they are naturally as unimpressed as he is.

However, where did Mo Sheng know the thoughts of these adults, and he was not at all disappointed in his heart at the moment, but because of the words of the old spirit medium.

So much so that he was not affected by the clouds hanging over Mo Renxing's head at all, but followed his father out of the hall in a hurry.

"Show me your war spirit again. ”

Outside the Spirit King Palace, Mo Renxing stopped and turned to Mo Shengdao.

Mo Sheng agreed, stretched out his hand to condense the battle spirit, and smiled at his father.

Mo Renxing carefully observed the black key, as if he wanted to find out the mystery in it.

But the more he observed, the more ugly his face became, and there seemed to be thunder and lightning flashing on his originally cloudy face.

"Humph!"

In the end, Mo Renxing snorted angrily, and waved his hand to signal Mo Sheng to take back the war spirit.

But in the next moment, he seemed to think of something again, the gloom on his face eased, and his eyes moved slightly: "You go home alone first, I still have some things to do." ”

After speaking, Mo Renxing didn't wait for Mo Sheng to respond, turned around and walked towards the Spirit King Palace.

Mo Sheng pursed his lips, just now he saw a trace of extreme disappointment in his father's eyes.

"Presumably, my father was disappointed that I didn't inherit his war spirit. ”

He secretly speculated in his heart, and at the same time remembered the words of the old spirit medium: discover the true role of his war spirit and use it to the extreme!

"I'm sure I can do this and become the strongest like Ryukaya!"

Mo Sheng looked at his father's back and secretly decided: "That way, my father will not be disappointed!"

......

It wasn't until the evening that Mo Renxing returned to the mansion for a long time.

When Mo Sheng saw his father, he found that behind his father stood a teenager of his same age.

The young man was dressed in coarse linen, and his eyebrows were full of wildness.

"This is your brother. ”

Without waiting for Mo Sheng to speak, Mo Renxing smiled at him and said, "I have been looking for a long time in the Spirit King Palace, and I saw a good seedling of the war spirit, and he is an orphan, so I adopted him as an adopted son." ”

Mo Sheng looked at Mo Renxing with a blank face, it turned out that this was the purpose of his father's return to the Spirit King Palace.

"Mo Fan has seen my brother!"

The young man in sackcloth stepped forward and saluted Mo Sheng respectfully, the well-behaved he showed was completely inconsistent with his wildness, and said with a smile: "Mo Fan is the name my father just gave me. ”

Mo Renxing was very satisfied with his well-behaved and polite, and nodded with a smile: "From now on, this is your home, you go down first." ”

Mo Fan agreed and left obediently.

"Father's ......"

Mo Sheng was still standing there, staring blankly at his smiling father in front of him, and he always felt empty in his heart, as if he had suddenly lost something.

"What are you still standing here?"

Mo Renxing seemed to be completely no longer unhappy about Mo Sheng's key battle spirit.

He turned around and said: "In the future, you have to get along well with your younger brother, don't bully him, this child's angry thunder golden wolf war spirit is no worse than my wind white wolf, and there will definitely be a future in the future, if you don't fight in the future, you can't inherit the family business......"

Hearing this, the pupils in Mo Sheng's clear and bright eyes shrank sharply.

Mo Renxing also seemed to realize that he had slipped out of his mouth to say something that should not be said, and his footsteps stopped talking.

He looked back at Mo Sheng, met the gaze that made him a little uncomfortable, frowned, and said coldly: "You can also retreat." ”

Night.

Mo Sheng sat on his bed, his eyes, which had always been clear and bright, were dull and dim at the moment, and his mind was still echoing the words that his father had said when he came back.

Although he was only fifteen years old and his mind was extremely simple, he could still hear some meaning from Mo Renxing's words.

At least Mo Sheng knew that his father adopted his son because he was disappointed in him and used it to replace him.

Although he was very sad in his heart, he ignited a fighting spirit: "I will definitely make my father believe in me again!"

With this in mind, Mo Sheng straightened up, stretched out his hand to condense the battle spirit, and began to carefully observe this ancient key.

Under his gaze, the black bone key was covered with countless strange veins, like bone patterns of bones, and like ancient symbols.

What's even more amazing is that Mo Sheng seems to be able to vaguely see that these lines should represent a certain meaning.

"Demons?"

He was suddenly startled and exclaimed, "That's right, these veins constitute a 'demon' word!"

Not only that, Mo Sheng also felt that there seemed to be a powerful force lurking in this "demon" word!

This kind of power, just using the word powerful, is not enough to describe it, because just by sensing a trace of breath in it, he already felt his heart beating, as if he was about to doom!

That's the power of extreme terror!

Prior to this, Mo Sheng had seen the power of his father's Wind Warrior Wolf, which was extremely powerful.

But compared to the power hidden by his key battle spirit, the powerful power of the Wind Wolf Battle Spirit was as insignificant as a speck of dust!

If he can master this power, then he will definitely become the strongest person in the world!

Thinking of this, Mo Sheng's heart became inexplicably excited.

But then, he frowned again: "It's just that these veins are very disordered, causing the word 'demon' to be shattered, and even that power seems to be asleep because of it." ”

It's no wonder that Mo Renxing couldn't find these clues when he observed this key battle spirit before, and even Mo Sheng was puzzled why he could find these.

Because he found that the word 'demon' on the key did not belong to any words at all, but he seemed to have been born to know it.

"Great! This silent power should be the power of the key war spirit!"

Mo Sheng felt the terrifying power in the key war spirit, and did not lose the slightest bit because this power was silent, but cheered happily.

"Since there are traces to follow, if you want to play the role of this force, you will have a clue. ”

Just when Mo Sheng's heart was burning because of these discoveries, suddenly the door of the house was pushed open, and a wild figure walked in.

It was the younger brother who came out of thin air, Mo Fan.

"Hey, I heard you're a fool?"

Mo Fan had already changed into gorgeous clothes, leaned against the door, his wild face was full of banter and sarcasm, and smiled unscrupulously at Mo Sheng: "That's what my father said about you when he talked to others today!"

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(ps: This is my fourth book, the old author, the style is not brainless, and the quality of the content is guaranteed!)