Mo Yuan is a child brought up by Cangge, how can he ignore it. But at that time, the source of all evil was changing, and in desperation, Cangge cut off his divine sense, leaving half of it to suppress the source of all evil in his body, and the other half to rescue Mo Yuan through the body of the blood clan.

As a result, because the power of the suppressed Cangge was sharply weakened, the powerful Source of All Evil created its own seed, that is, the Source of All Evils, and left Cangge to control it.

The independent Origin of All Evils wandered the world, and then, of course, chose the Pure-Blood Ancestor, who was born in the darkness but was still weak, as his host.

Mo Lan is the host of the root of all evil. It is a race born of darkness.

God could not allow him to grow.

However, because of Cangge's insistence and coercion, God finally gave in and made a contract with Cangge, as long as Cangge could make Mo Lan choose to believe in God before the root of all evil seeds germinated, he would no longer try to erase Mo Lan.

However, this was only a deal for the indifferent gods. Until a deal is made, the gods will not bless the Ancestor Moran.

The angels also have their own factions, and there are beings who hate darkness and blood. Sarah was one of them.

When she knew about the existence of the source of all evils, she wanted to wipe out Mo Lan as soon as possible.

And since she went back alive, Mo Lan's troubles in the future will only continue.

"So, what should I do?" Mo Lan was shocked by what she heard. Originally, he thought that he would only be hostile to the gods because he was a blood clan, but it turned out that it was because of that seed?

Is it the one in the fantasy world, over the sea of blood?

The strange voice that Mo Lan heard before, was it also the cause of all evil?

Mo Lan originally thought that Cangge would take the opportunity to say, "It's good if you believe in me", but in the end, Cangge just rubbed his head: "In the academy, no one can find you." Outside the academy, with me, don't be afraid of anything. ”

After all, Mo Lan didn't ask why Cangge disguised himself as a pure blood, and why he finally left the Blood Realm.

The threat of the Angel Sarah became a sharp blade hanging over Mo Lan's head, making him study at the academy much more seriously.

The plain hunter mission was temporarily canceled by the alliance, and there was nothing Mo Lan was worried about, and Mo Lan himself occasionally performed some hunter missions that were not very dangerous with the help of Cangge, but he did not improve his star rating, but all of them were used to buy demon crystals to feed the gun.

Ever since he knew that the Flame Burning Sky Spear turned out to be the Heavenly Rank Artifact Death Yan Blood Scythe, Mo Lan was instantly relieved, and it didn't blink an eye.

Cangge, the exercise of enhancing spiritual power, is not at all, in his words, people are born at the full level, and they never know how to learn. Cangge just took Mo Lan to continue to improve the control of the bloodline, and now he is stuck in another full ten nodes.

Counting the ten percent of Mo Lan being sealed, this Mo Lan, who was ridiculed as 0 in the past, already has nineteen percent of the bloodline control.

With the improvement of the control of the bloodline, Mo Lan's spiritual power has also increased, and now there are about eight thousand.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

Mo Lan, who was locked up in Lu Changsheng's courtyard, finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared angrily: "Lao Tzu is fed up! You stupid old man can't teach me! What is the use of me practicing this broken control!"

Lu Changsheng looked disgusted: "I can't stand it, how long have you been practicing?"

"What else do you want? Even their Class B has already taught Level 1 magic! I still don't know any magic! With your control, I'm already ripe, okay?"

"The melon is ripe? It can't even reach the 70% utilization rate, and dare to say that the melon is ripe?"

Mo Lan couldn't wait to slap over: "Old man, are you finding fault? Fourth-level magicians don't dare to say that they can reach seventy percent usage rate, why can't I do this when I'm approaching seventy?"

Lu Changsheng replied with a word: "Is your goal the same as theirs?"

Mo Lan had no temper: "Okay, okay, we're different, but you have to give me some sweetness, right?"

Lu Changsheng finally stood up from the recliner, still disdainful: "Magic, it has nothing to do with the level at all. If you can control your spiritual power, are you still worried that you can't release magic? I ask you, what does the Wind Blade look like?"

Mo Lan instantly turned into an open face and asked for advice: "That's it, what a cyan scythe looks like?"

"Don't describe it to me, I don't understand!"

Mo Lan had a temper, and he always felt that the old man was just finding fault: "If you don't understand, just look, this is the wind blade!" Mo Lan mobilized his spiritual power, took on the appearance of the wind blade, and flew from the east to the west of the courtyard.

Lu Changsheng looked at it happily and didn't speak. It's just that the corners of his eyes finally showed a glimmer of old and relieved light.

This is the concept he once put forward forty years ago, and it has been ridiculed and rejected by countless people, and now, in this student, Lu Changsheng really sees a glimmer of light.

Faint, but dispelling all darkness.

Mo Lan was stunned for a long time before she reacted: "This, this, this is magic?!"

That's right, isn't this a wind-based third-level magic wind blade!

It turns out that magic is like that!

As long as he imagines it, he can use it!

This is the true magic path!

"Ahhh!!h

Mo Lan hugged Lu Changsheng excitedly, it turned out that the spiritual power was in place, as long as you wanted it, you could use it, this is magic!

The magic array can only construct a wind blade, but why can a wind magic attack only use a wind blade? Mo Lan's spiritual power scurried excitedly, constantly manifesting various forms.

Wind sword, wind knife, wind whip, wind hammer!

As long as he wants!

Lu Changsheng still pushed Mo Lan away with a boring face: "This can give you happiness like this, I don't see where you have the posture of becoming a god." You can only imagine what you see now, but magic is not only elemental magic, but also dimensional magic, auxiliary magic, life magic, and so on. Not to mention the fusion magic in the future, you're still far away!"

Mo Lan didn't bother with him, and at this time Zhengmei said: "The meal has to be eaten one bite at a time, and the road has to be walked step by step! At least I have learned several departments of magic now." But old man, who told you that I have the posture of a god?"

Isn't he a blood?

Lu Changsheng didn't tell Mo Lan how many people had come to him to take care of him, Mo Lan was talented, and the background was hard, but he knelt in front of him on the first day, and the academy was afraid that Lu Changsheng would offend Mo Lan.

But what kind of character Lu Changsheng is, even if he is scolded as a madman, he has not broken his arrogance, how can he pay attention to what others say. He has his own teaching method, and his expectations for Mo Lan are far higher than the "posture of becoming a god" in the mouths of this group of people, and while he can still hold it down, he will naturally press it to death.

Buckle buckle clasp.

Mo Lan was excited, and suddenly Lu Changsheng's door was knocked eagerly.

With an impatient face, he walked over and opened the door, only to see Niu Huaming shouting with a hot sweat on his face: "The boss is not good! The witch of the academy is back, and she said that you will not marry!

Mo Lan was inexplicable: "Who is the witch of the academy? What does it have to do with me if she doesn't marry me? Why should I hide?"

"But she's married! Her husband is the former big demon king of the academy, and the student president was once picked up and beaten by the witch because he said she was good-looking!"

What?!!