A cold and sly smile that made people's hairs stand on end came from the sky, and a black figure seemed to be able to travel through time and space, revealing from the night in the next second, appearing in everyone's field of vision.

The face of the person who came was sickly, his long wet hair was draped on his cheeks, if it weren't for the ghostly pupils reflecting torches and moonlight, he was really no different from a zombie, although his face was unfamiliar, but there was one thing on his body that everyone was not unfamiliar with, that is, the black gas that carried a rich dead air.

His eyes were gloomy to the extreme, Zhang Mochen locked on to the black clothes, Zhang Moran was still tortured because of the Hades Temple.

"My lord, help, save me!" Shi Hongbo, who was in panic, did not forget to call for help, but in exchange for a sneer from the black clothes. "Hmph, waste, what's the use of saving you?"

"Hand over the antidote to death, or I'll kill this old dog!" Breaking Shi Hongbo's ribs, Zhang Mochen drank coldly.

"Kill and kill, what do you have to do with me?" the black cloth sneered, not caring at all.

"You...!" The pain in the cone of broken ribs made Shi Hongbo's old face extremely distorted.

Whether the black clothes are playing a bitter trick or really disdain to save Shi Hongbo, Zhang Mochen can't see through it for a while.

"Why don't you do it, then I'll help you!" The black cloth was by no means pretentious, and with a flick of his fingers, a dagger condensed from black aura shot at Shi Hongbo.

Unexpectedly, the black clothes really didn't care about Shi Hongbo's life or death, Zhang Mochen was stunned and danced without a blade, and when the crisp impact sounded, the black dagger was shaken away.

"It seems that you are really a dog, and an old dog that no one wants. Looking at Shi Hongbo, who was burning all thoughts at his feet, Zhang Mochen smiled coldly, raised his right leg, stepped down fiercely, and completely stepped through the latter's chest, "In that case, what do you want?"

Shi Hongbo never dreamed that there would be such an end, when the airflow on the tip of his nose stopped coming in and out, in his eyes that had not yet had time to close, he was unwilling and resentful for a long time.

Just wanted to rush over, and retracted the foot that had taken half a step, Shi Xiaoyang looked at Shi Hongbo, who was gradually losing his life, his teeth clucked, and his nails pierced deep into his palms. But Zhang Mochen can't afford to provoke, let alone the man in black, the only thing Shi Xiaoyang can do at the moment is to hold back the fear in his heart and scold Cangtian angrily, scolding Cangtian for why he is so unfair, and making him suffer a lot on Zhang Mochen, a little bastard.

It was not only Shi Xiaoyang with a solemn face, but also a group of people from the Momen, Shi Hongbo was dead, but the man in black came, feeling like he had just gotten rid of the wolf's claws and fallen into the tiger's mouth.

Kicking Shi Hongbo's corpse towards the black clothes, Zhang Mochen stepped forward with his sword in his hand, his eyes as cold as the abyss.

Black light shot out from his fingertips, and the corpse exploded violently in mid-air, scattering blood and flesh all over the sky, however, the black clothes did not have the appearance before the fierce battle, and said softly: "I really want to try your methods, but unfortunately I am only responsible for delivering the word today!"

Zhang Mochen narrowed his eyes, stopped, his gray aura boiled like boiling water, and he raised his sword and pointed horizontally: "To fight or not, you must leave the antidote today." ”

The night let out a desolate laugh, the sleeve robe flicked, and it rose into the air, not waiting for Zhang Mochen to catch up, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye, as if he had never come, leaving only a word to swirl in this space.

"If you want to save your sweetheart, see you in the holy waters in half a year. ”

The sword eyebrows frowned, Zhang Mochen raised his eyes and locked on the black sky in front of him, the strength of the black clothes was not obtained, but he was sure that if the latter was bent on escaping, even if he used the Flowing Cloud Technique, he would not be able to catch up.

Just when Zhang Mochen was contemplating the words of the black clothes, a miserable scream suddenly sounded in his ears, looking back and sweeping, up to Shi Xiaoyang, down to the soldiers of the Bloody Clothes Faction, all of them were scratching their hearts and lungs, extremely painful, and their full faces quickly dried up with the black breath shooting out from the center of their eyebrows, as if both ** and soul were hollowed out.

One by one, the living people were turned into skinny and bony corpses in an instant, and even worse, they turned into powder after a gust of wind. The people of Momen looked at each other, only to blame this scene for being too terrifying and incredible.

Crushing a head, the ashes drifted in the wind between his fingers, Zhang Mochen's eyes were resolute, and his lips moved lightly: "Hades Temple!"

......

More than half a month passed unconsciously in the tranquility after the war, and the shops on the street opened one after another, but the faces of passers-by still had a lingering solemnity, obviously still having lingering fears about the war.

Ninghai City, Momen.

Everyone gathered together, and the injuries were all restored to the ten**, and the great calamity made the perseverance and unyielding in their eyes more obvious, this is the result of the baptism of war, and it is also the transformation through the test of life and death, but every face can not appear to smile, and those empty tables are the reason.

Everyone waited quietly until two figures walked in through the door, got up one after another, and hugged their fists to greet them. The people who came were Zhang Mochen and Zhang Tianfeng.

Stopping in the middle of the passage, Zhang Mochen's gaze swept slowly, Zhang Tianbing, Chen Jingnan, Tan Lin, Miao Anfeng, Wu Xie, Tan Xuan, Miao Xin, and many other faces he didn't recognize, so that his eyes couldn't help but be wet.

After taking two steps forward, Zhang Mochen stopped again, looked deeply at the second seat on the right, the memories were like a tide, and he couldn't calm down for a long time, as if he saw Zhou Python smiling at him.

Zhang Tianbing stepped down from the first seat and comforted: "They are all good!"

Tilting his head slightly, not letting the tears fall, Zhang Mochen took a deep breath and sighed: "Yes, they are all good!"

Zhang Tianbing pursed his lips and smiled, looked at Tan Lin and Miao Anfeng, saw the latter nodding, and then said: "We all thought you were ..... Now that you have returned, Momen will be handed over to you from now on. ”

As soon as Zhang Tianbing's words fell, the deafening greetings occupied the entire hall.

"Please come to the top of the door!"

Zhang Mochen smiled with relief, but his footsteps did not move, and he raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Mo Chen, the position of the master of this sect, really dare not bear it, if it weren't for me, Ninghai City would not have been wiped out, and they would not have ...... Zhou Gang Master" After looking at the empty position again, Zhang Mochen choked up.

"Mochen, people don't live in the world for peace and stability, just to die where they want. Don't blame yourself too much. Tan Lin said.

"Yes, Zhou Python, they don't want you to feel so guilty in the spirit of the sky. Miao Anfeng continued.

Zhang Mochen nodded, people can't be resurrected after death, and only by turning grief into strength can he comfort the dead, but he really can't bear the position of the door master, and said: "Mochen really can't do what you want." ”

Everyone wanted to continue to persuade, but Chen Jingnan walked over and said, "The master of the door is just a head, rather than letting him be entangled in trivial matters, don't let him let go of his hands and feet, and fly higher and farther." The second brother is also back, and in my opinion, it is most suitable for the second brother to be the master of this door. ”

Chen Jingnan's words are all reasonable, even if Zhang Mochen is not the master of the sect, when the Momen encounters another catastrophe, will he stand by and watch? The man in black said clearly before leaving, half a year later, Zhang Mochen has more important things to do than managing the Momen. Moreover, Zhang Tianfeng is indeed the most suitable candidate, in terms of strength, the realm of Yuan General Dacheng is unique, and in terms of prestige, the head of the Zhang family has enough weight.

Everyone looked at each other and gladly accepted.

"Dad, I agree!" Zhang Mochen said with a smile.

"In that case, then I'll do it. Zhang Tianfeng nodded solemnly, the position of the head of the door did not attract him at all, and this move was only to lighten the burden on his son's shoulders.

Zhang Mochen helped Zhang Tianfeng to the first seat, then knelt on one knee and clenched his fists with both hands. And after him, up to Zhang Tianbing, Tan Lin, Miao Anfeng, and down to every core, they all knelt respectfully on the ground, and shouted in unison: "See the door master!"

With a non-angry and powerful gaze sweeping across the audience, Zhang Tianfeng issued his first door master order.

"Recuperate from injuries, replenish men, and revitalize Momen!"

"Command!"

......

In the dead of night, Zhang Mochen locked himself in the house, and the appearance of the man in black made him confused. Are you here to kill yourself? But you didn't do it, you came to help yourself? It's just a fallacy. This question has puzzled him until now.

The spring flowers are blooming, the cold is gone, the delicate light rain is sprinkled on the eaves, it is very good, and the fragrance of the earth blows into the house with a soft breeze through the window cracks, shaking the candle flame at the same time, so that Zhang Mochen's tightly locked sword eyebrows stretch a little.

"It's been a year!"

Zhang Mochen breathed a sigh of relief, a year ago, his Yuan Force Awakening failed, and he fell from the Chosen Son to the altar and became a waste, but he didn't know at the time that this was just the beginning, and his life was destined to be accompanied by tribulations.

The spring rain was melancholy, and Zhang Mochen gradually walked into the memory. At the door of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, a blue dress went to make an appointment with Song Qingzhu. Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, Zhang Tianfeng was plotted by others and left the country. At the bottom of the Wuji Cliff, Zhang Moran was dying with death in his body......

"Hey, I didn't mean to, but God didn't agree!"

Just like climbing a mountain, although Zhang Mochen has not yet reached the top, the realm of Yuan Jiang Dacheng is enough for people to look up to, however, if all these tribulations can be exchanged for today's achievements, he will not hesitate to agree.

The thought came out, and the two rings gradually condensed, Zhang Mochen looked down, but there was no perceptual connection, this situation was not sudden, but it has always been like this, starting from the day the earth spirit recognized the master.

The calm air suddenly surged, and after a while, it was calm again, but Xiaohua had already appeared beside Zhang Mochen.

"Big brother, can't you contact them?" Looking at the blue and brown rings on Zhang Mochen's middle and index fingers, Xiaohua asked with a sad brow.

Shaking his head bitterly, Zhang Mochen simply hid the double ring and said, "There is no connection at all." ”

The big black jewel-like eyes flickered, Xiaohua pondered for a moment, and asked, "Big brother, see if you can urge the Yuan Shimu and Tu Yuan Force." ”

"I've tried many times, but it doesn't work!" Zhang Mochen laughed at himself, simply stopped dwelling on this matter, looked at Xiaohua and asked seriously, "Can you hear the words of the man in black?"

Xiaohua nodded.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Mochen asked.

"I don't know the meaning of the man in black, but there is one thing I have heard my master say. Xiaohua replied.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Mochen asked again.

"According to calculations, this year is the year of the end of the world, and half a year later, the Lord of Darkness will return to the world. At first, I thought it was a legend, but the moment I saw the man in black, I believed it. Xiaohua replied solemnly.

"Are you saying that in half a year, the Lord of Darkness will descend on the Holy Waters?" Zhang Mochen asked uncertainly.

Xiaohua nodded.

"What does that have to do with me?" Zhang Mochen was confused.

Without smiling, Xiaohua's eyes looking at Zhang Mochen were suddenly different from before, and after a while, under Zhang Mochen's stunned expression, word by word, there was a loud voice.

"Because, you are the king of men in the last days!"