"You are a sensible child, and you will die, but death is not the end of life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info And you are the continuation of my life. I hope you can live well, become a real powerhouse, and protect the Shenjun Martial Academy, and even our Zichen Continent!"

Mo Wuchen didn't answer, but kowtowed again.

"Before my soul is gone...... I...... Still...... You do the last thing for me......" Shenjun Remnant Soul said word by word: "I couldn't fight the Eight Desolation Immortals in my lifetime, I hope you can help me defeat him!"

"But......" When he heard this, Mo Wuchen immediately hesitated. You must know that the Eight Desolation Martial Immortals are also immortals, even if he exists in the form of a soul at this time, but as long as he breathes, he can still make Mo Wuchen die and not be able to die.

"You don't have to worry. The reason why the soul of the Eight Desolation Martial Immortals was able to last for 10,000 years without dissipating was entirely due to his Eight Desolation Immortal Pot. If there was no Eight Desolation Immortal Pot, he wouldn't be able to make any big waves at all. And all you have to do is take it ......"

After the last sentence of Shenjun Remnant Soul, he finally exhausted all his energy. The remnants turned into dots of light and dissipated into the sky. The black wind that was originally wrapped around Mo Wuchen like a substance, at the moment when the remnant soul of Shenjun dissipated, also began to slowly fade.

When the black wind cleared, Mo Wangchen finally saw the sky outside. I don't know how long it has been since this inheritance, in short, it is still a dark night at this time, and the stars are twinkling in the dark night sky, and the moonlight is shining brightly, quietly sprinkled on Mo Wuchen's face.

I don't know why, Mo Forgetchen felt a trace of loneliness in his heart. Sometimes, fate is a really magical thing, it will quietly weave together something that is originally irrelevant, and there will be no distinction between you and me. Mo Wuchen feels that he and Shenjun are like this! Maybe this is fate, this is life!

Without too much emotion, Mo Wuchen quickly walked out of his loneliness. At this time, a problem in front of him was how to defeat the soul of the Eight Desolation Immortals and submit to the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot.

Mo Wuchen just lay in this empty and lifeless Black Wind Valley, quietly looking at the night sky, recalling over and over again in his mind the great battle between Shenjun Martial Immortal and Eight Desolation Martial Immortal ten thousand years ago.

In fact, in this battle, the cultivation of Shenjun Martial Immortals was higher than that of the Eight Desolation Immortals. Shenjun is a high-level martial immortal, while the Eight Desolations are only a middle-level martial immortal. But the Eight Desolations relied on his magic weapon, the Eight Desolations Immortal Pot, which was on par with Shenjun.

If Shenjun also has a magic weapon of the same level as the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot, then history will definitely be rewritten. But in fact, such a magic weapon as the Eight Desolation Immortal Pots, the entire Zichen Continent may not be able to find one. The level of the refining technique of the God Sealing Realm is far superior to that of the Zichen Continent. The divine craftsmen of the God Realm can refine immortal-level magic weapons, but the divine craftsmen of the Zichen Continent can only practice heaven-level magic weapons at most. The Immortal Rank and the Heavenly Rank are like a huge ravine, no matter how hard the generations of divine craftsmen in the Zichen Continent try, they still can't break through this shackle.

Mo Wangchen's Immortal Sword used to be an immortal-level magic weapon, but it was damaged in the Great War of the Ancients, and now it is only at the level of the Heavenly Rank, and Mo Wuchen can only exert its power at most.

But this Eight Desolations Immortal Pot is different, it is a real immortal-level magic weapon! Don't forget that Chen was excited just thinking about it.

A big reason why the soul of the Eight Desolation Immortals can not dissipate for thousands of years is that the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot has the magical function of warming the soul, not only that, but the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot can also absorb the essence and blood of living creatures to transform it into the purest soul power, so that the soul can grow.

At the beginning, in the great war ten thousand years ago, the Eight Desolation Immortals relied on the army of millions of ghosts in this immortal pot to consume the Shenjun Martial Immortals little by little. Although this method is a bit insidious and shameless, it is a forced exhaustion of Shenjun Martial Immortals. But his army of millions of ghosts and things was also wiped out by Shenjun Martial Immortals, and there was not a single one left.

In the end, the Eight Desolation Immortals also exhausted their own essence and blood, and hid in the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot to avoid death. However, the Eight Desolation Immortals are also suffering from fate, and there are simply not enough living creatures in this Black Wind Valley to provide him with essence blood to restore his strength. He also wanted to leave this Black Wind Valley to find and absorb essence blood in other places, but Shenjun kept getting in the way, and just like that, they were in a stalemate for ten thousand years, and no one left Black Wind Valley for a single step.

If Mo Wuchen went to fight with the Eight Desolation Martial Immortals without being prepared like this, he would definitely die and not even have scum left, but instead contributed a body of essence and blood to him in vain, so he had to think of a foolproof strategy.

"With his powerful divine thoughts, the Eight Desolation Immortals were obviously able to pay attention to their every move, perhaps he should have sensed that the remnant soul of the Divine Jun had dissipated. Mo Wuchen thought, it shouldn't be long before the Eight Desolation Immortals will come to the door.

"Since he'll come to the door, I can set up an empty city plan for him. As long as he is scared and hides in the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot, I can put it into the Killing Immortal Sword, and when the time comes, he will not be at my mercy?" Thinking of this, Mo Wuchen couldn't help but smile.

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In a cave in the northwest corner of the Black Wind Valley, the Eight Desolation Immortal Pots floated quietly inside. The smug laughter of the Eight Desolation Immortals came out: "Haha, that old immortal Shenjun has been against me for a whole ten thousand years, and today his soul is finally scattered." I'm free! When I've absorbed enough blood, my soul will be as powerful as it was 10,000 years ago, and I'll just need to find a superior body to take it away...... Hahaha. ”

"But the most important thing is to get rid of that naughty little guy, or he will reveal my secret!" the Eight Desolation Immortals muttered in a low voice, and soon left the control of the fairy pot and flew out of the cave.

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After a night of preparation, Mo Wuchen finally designed a perfect empty city plan, and he dared to guarantee that the Eight Desolation Immortals would definitely be fooled. Mo Wuchen sat down cross-legged, ran the "Heaven Capture Dao" exercise, and quietly waited for the arrival of the Eight Desolation Martial Immortals.

Soon, a black wind like a substance blew in the northwest corner of Black Wind Valley, quickly approaching the direction of Mo Wangchen. Mo Wuchen didn't release his divine thoughts, because he was afraid that he would be controlled by the killing intent of the Eight Desolation Immortals again, so he chose to use his ears to listen to every move around him.

The wind of "whirring" was getting closer and closer, and although Mo Wuchen was very nervous in his heart, he did not show a trace of horror.