In the mustard space of the Death Scythe, a dense black gas is still released.

Mo Mo felt that the closer his Dao Source power was to the inside of the mustard seed space, the more that black qi became a little unbearable madness.

"Boy, you don't do penance well, but you just came to disturb the god, what, you little ant, do you want to borrow a knife to kill people, quack quack......"

Before Mo Mo could figure out where the voice was coming from, he suddenly felt a terrifying force quickly approaching him, Mo Mo secretly screamed that it was not good, and he was just about to try to withdraw his Dao Source power, but the Dao Source Power suddenly disappeared plainly.

Originally, after the power of the Dao Source disappeared, Mo Mo should no longer feel what was happening in the mustard seed space, but what he never expected was that after a short while, his Dao Source power actually reappeared.

It's just that this power is inexplicably not controlled by itself, but is wrapped in a cloud of black gas and accelerates towards the deeper depths of the mustard seed space.

At this time, the needle drop could be heard in Momo's room, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Similarly, Mo Mo, who was holding the Scythe of Death and closed his eyes and was silent, his expression was also a little cloudy.

Wanzai Xuanshen also slowly drove the power of the soul in the soul space, feeling every inch of Momo's meridians and every state of mind, if Momo had anything abnormal, he would immediately awaken Momo's consciousness and prevent it from happening.

Time passed minute by minute, and the scope of the mustard seed space was beyond Momo's imagination, if he hadn't personally experienced this boundless space, he would definitely not believe that this space was completely worthy of a city.

About a few hours later, Mo Mo found a spring in the most remote place in the mustard seed space, and the spring water happened to be guarded by mountains and stones, which seemed to be the stroke of a genius craftsman, and it also seemed to be conceived by heaven.

However, no one knew the origin of this vein of spring, and its origin was not very important at this time, because Momo did not take it to heart at all.

Next to the pool, there is a very fat rhizome of a plant, which is bloated and winding around the perimeter of the pool, covering a large part of the ground as far as the eye can see.

Next to this spring pool, there is also a cave that was opened at some point. The entrance to the cave is too old to tell how old it is, but many of the dense vines that extend from the pool lead towards the cave.

At this time, Mo Mo's Dao Source Power has come to the side of the Cave Mansion, with Mo Mo's ability alone, even if he gives him three times the Dao Source Power, he can't perceive this place, since the master here helped Mo Mo come to this place, and this place is so weird, Mo Mo can only be respectful and obedient......

Mo Mo's consciousness followed the uncontrolled power of the Dao Source and slowly went deeper into the cave. In a moment, the power of the Dao Source, which was wrapped in black gas, came to the end of the cave. At the end of this, there is a prison door that blocks the outside world, and in the gap of the prison door, there are countless vines that I just saw, interspersed with entering, which is extremely strange.

Mo Mo had just sensed something, and suddenly, a powerful suction force hit from the other side of the cell door, and then Mo Mo only felt dizzy in his body, and most of the Dao source power in the mustard seed space was absorbed.

"Oh, sure enough, it's the disciple and grandson of the Nine Extremes Old Monster. A sound like thunder reached Mo Mo's ears, Mo Mo was shocked, and the dizziness disappeared in an instant, replaced by an uncontrollable surging in his heart.

"Who are you, why did you swallow my Dao Source power?" Mo Mo asked in disbelief.

"Why, you don't know me, your ancestor old man, didn't you tell your descendants my secret, even if Jiuji didn't tell you my secret, but Xiao Anzi will always tell you, right?"

Momo's entire body seemed to echo with this voice, even the originally quiet Wanzai Xuanshen was startled by this sudden sound, he asked himself that he had lived for 10,000 years, and his knowledge was not short, at this time, even it didn't know what happened to Momo, and where did this voice come from.

"Jiuji?Xiao Anzi?" Mo Mo was a little confused, "It seems that the chat with this mysterious person is not very smooth, and the person mentioned in it doesn't seem to know him." ”

"Hmph, it's really a fool, I told Jiuji a long time ago, his vision is too short-sighted, there is no need to create this world, and now even his descendants are stupid like this, if he is still alive, maybe he should regret it." The mysterious man seemed to be talking to Momo, and as if he was talking to himself.

"Hey, don't pretend to be a ghost, what's the matter with the ninth-level eighth-level, what's the matter, what do you think I don't know how to count, and call me stupid, aren't you stupid, why are you not stupid, why are you hiding in this scythe of death as a shrunken turtle, and have the ability to come out and have a good chat?"

The entire mustard seed space seemed to be quiet for a long time, and a dull and terrifying aura quietly spread.

Immediately after that, the scythe of death inexplicably burst into black light, as if it trembled with rage, and it seemed that something was about to break through the scythe body of the scythe, and even the black gas condensed on the body of the knife was about to turn into grease dripping.

Before Mo Mo could react to what was going on, the entire Death Scythe flew up out of thin air, and then slashed down towards the coffee table in the room with a lightning speed, and the coffee table was split into two in the blink of an eye, and what was even more strange was that there was almost no sound in this process, and the coffee table that had been separated had neither fallen nor shown signs of falling, if it weren't for the straight knife marks visible to the naked eye on the coffee table, he would have thought that this coffee table was intact.

"Hmph, boy, you also saw that I wanted to take off your head, and it was in my mind. "The Scythe of Death actually spoke like a human.

Mo Mo was shocked in his heart, and cold sweat flowed.

"You, who the hell are you, if it was really like what you said, you would have done it a long time ago, and would you have waited until now?" Momo was skeptical.

The Scythe of Death was silent for a while, and said, "Even if you are still a little smart, this god will naturally not kill you easily, as long as you are willing to devour one or two of your Dao Source power and essence blood for me from time to time, I will definitely protect you." ”

"Oh, so you really don't know me?" Momo had a question in his mind.

"Hmph, rat generation, how do I know you, Xiao Anzi has not summoned my power for hundreds of years, by the way, what about Xiao Anzi, why is the sickle not in his hand?"

In this situation, it is a little difficult for two people who don't know each other to chat. More than curiosity between the two, there is more suspicion between the two. It seems that it is necessary to communicate a little.

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