Thousands of people fought until dark, and at least hundreds of them were seriously injured, and the hundred-year-olds in the middle were also injured a lot, but adult fierce men like Mo Luo were not much serious, but many people were slightly injured.

Li Xiaomo really admires these people, he was not injured in the battle with the Dark City, but now he has injured so many people by doing it himself, it is simply a brain disease.

The men went back in a great way, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, Moro shouted at the top of his voice: "The women are busy preparing for the feast. ”

Li Xiaomo followed him, and his brain was "buzzing".

When I arrived at the huge square halfway up the mountain, I saw the sturdy women easily carrying the stone table, very rudely placed on the stone pier, all kinds of meat are on the plate, there seems to be no vegetarian dishes here, and I don't know what meat they eat, Li Xiaomo gestured, the bones are thicker than his thighs, but the taste is really fragrant, and I don't know what is in it.

The fire was blazing all around the square, and the busy women, although they were dressed in coarse linen, had happy expressions on their faces.

The seriously injured children were set up at the stone table, regardless of their injuries, and their mothers continued to be busy with just a hello.

Although this square is huge, it can't accommodate thousands of people to eat, and there are layers of squares above, and in terms of their voices, they can talk at will from a few hundred meters apart.

But this is bitter Li Xiaomo, he was arranged by Mo Luo's side, but Mo Luo often shouted up, every time he shouted, he trembled, this voice is too big, in fact, there is nothing to say, to sum it up in one sentence and two words: "Drink, eat meat; eat meat, drink wine"

They drink with a bucket, one bucket per person, and Zabi can jump into it to take a bath, and in fact there are people who soak in it.

Li Xiaomo can be regarded as having comprehended the arrogance of Shengwang Mountain, he wants to interject and say something, but he doesn't know what to say when the words come to his mouth, Mo Luo and these people just scoop wine and pour it into their mouths, they can laugh a few times for no reason, laugh happily and beat each other in the face, how dare Li Xiaomo say anything.

Mo Luo was halfway down with a barrel of wine, and all the women came, they were obviously dressed up, wearing clothes made of various unknown animal skins, Li Xiaomo only recognized the blood wolf, but how could a blood wolf be enough to make one for the women, one on the front chest and one on the back, and just two wolf heads on both shoulders.

They also have bone ornaments on their heads, lined up in a row, singing and dancing around the huge fire in the center, among which there are some young women, who look at the height of one meter eight, although they dare not say that they are beautiful, but they also have a primitive charm.

Outside the tall stone houses stood little girls, who watched happily as their mothers or sisters danced, holding huge flesh and bones in their arms, and their little faces flushed.

Li Xiaomo watched with interest as the women danced, and this kind of dance was also like the style of the Zhan clan, unrestrained and rough, with a blood-boiling rhythm.

Li Xiaomo was a little moved for no reason, they are not very beautiful, but they are rare and simple, and the dancing posture is not charming and graceful, but they have a primitive beauty that belongs to them.

Suddenly, Li Xiaomo's expression moved, he inadvertently let Xunniao fly to the top of the mountain, but Xunniao turned into an element and returned to the ring, and in the huge palace on the top of the mountain, there must be a very powerful existence, because he couldn't even find out what kind of force he was attacked by Xunniao.

Shengwang Mountain is not simple, and the patriarch of Mo Luo is only a strong man on the surface, and the real one is in that palace.

Li Xiaomo thought of Zabi's grandfather Haman, if Mo Luo was the patriarch, what was Haman? The Zhan clan who lived for three hundred years was at least one and a half as tall as him, then it was probably close to three meters, although it was slightly shorter than the gray-skinned giant, but it was certain that Harman could pinch the gray-skinned giant to death with one hand.

Fortunately, even if the swift bird died, the flow of the elements was hidden in the space, and the people in the palace would not find him Li Xiaomo, but he also had a fear because of this, and before leaving the Holy King Mountain, he must not let the swift bird out.

In the second half of the night, the men fell asleep in the square one after another, and with their strong physique, they were not afraid of the mountain wind at all.

Mo Luo prepared a stone room for Li Xiaomo, although it was simple, it could also shelter from the wind and rain, but the huge stone bed was not covered, and it was not very comfortable to sleep.

Mo Luo was thick and fine, and asked the women for a few animal skins to put on the bed, and before going out, he glanced at Li Xiaomo curiously and asked, "Zabi said that you saved him, did you rely on that black wolf?"

Li Xiaomo didn't dare to lie, and nodded: "Yes, Patriarch Moluo." ”

Moro smiled, "Maybe I should give you some gifts, what do you need?"

Li Xiaomo said truthfully: "If I can, I think I need Shi Lu, just one." He knew that the people of the Zhan clan didn't like to be polite, and if they behaved awkwardly, they would make Mo Luo look down on him, so he simply spoke directly.

Mo Luo said: "It's no problem, you are an elemental master, why don't you have a staff?"

Li Xiaomo couldn't help but smile bitterly: "In fact, Zabi and I don't even have a place to live now, so how can we afford to buy a magic staff." ”

Mo Luo looked out, Zabi was still asleep, he pondered slightly: "Zabi sneaked out to meet you, maybe the prophecy of the Yue Clan's Great Sacrifice has come true, you can rest." With that, he turned around and went out.

Li Xiaomo was very surprised, he didn't know who Mo Luo was talking about the Yue Clan's Great Sacrifice, but he was very resistant to any prophecy, because he didn't believe in fate, and the so-called prophecy was only a possibility in the future, and it was one of the ultimate uses of space elements.

When he is strong enough, he can block other people's prophecies about him, but this is not of much use, his future can be shown in others, and when there are more and more clues, a future with the greatest probability can be intertwined.

He doesn't like to be snooped on by others, if he wants to fight against prophecy, he must have stronger strength, then any prophecy will be invalid, because this kind of snooping is extremely depleting of Yuan power and spirit, especially when the target of the spell is strong enough to show more possible futures, then the caster will be dragged down, and even cause death.

In fact, he also has a way to counter the caster, the texture of fate is revealed through the spatial element, whether the caster is snooping through the spatial element or not, as long as he engraves the spatial element, he can find out who is spying on him, so as to counterattack.

There is no elemental engraving in this world at all, even if those spatial elementals have lived long enough and condensed enough affinity, as long as he can perform second-level elemental engraving, this gap will be canceled out, and as his realm grows, theoretically he can surpass anyone.

In addition, he also has a killer move, in his previous life, he was obsessed with the study of the elements, the god of magic is not called in vain, the third-level element engraving is the goal of his life's work, he has already seen a glimmer of mystery, here, he can cultivate from scratch, once again confirm what he learned in his previous life, which gives him an opportunity, an opportunity to master the third-level element engraving.