"Immortals, it's really immortals!"

People lay on their stomachs, bowing their heads and bowing, their bodies trembling, their faces full of fear and awe. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only the middle-aged man stood up tremblingly, looking at the young man who fell from the void, his lips trembled with excitement, his face turned red, and he couldn't speak.

"What's your name, what's your grandfather's name?" Mo Luo asked, he had cultivated to the peak realm of the Dao Master, and after this period of training, he had already stepped into Tianzun with half a foot, although he spoke calmly, he also had a majestic and domineering aura.

The middle-aged man said in a trembling voice: "Immortal ....... immortal, my name is Mo Ke, my grandfather's name is ....... Mo Luo!"

"Nonsense! Cut off your tongue again!" Moro said angrily, wondering in his heart how could this mortal know his name, could it be that the bandits from the Bandit Emperor Mountain here had wandered here, seen him, and told him his name.

Mo Ke's body trembled, and he said urgently: "Immortal Mingjian, my words are true, immortals, please look at this codex, there is a record on it!"

As he spoke, he took out a wrinkled and worn parchment roll from his bosom and handed it to Moro respectfully with both hands.

Mo Luo opened it casually and looked at it, and suddenly his expression changed, and his body was shocked!

"This handwriting ....... Daddy's handwriting......." Moro's voice trembled a little, and his heart fluctuated.

In this parchment scroll, it is actually a genealogy, recording hundreds of people, all of whom are surnamed Mo, the time began three hundred and fifty years ago, among them, he saw the name of his mother Mo Xiaoke, and next to it, there was also a "Mo Ran"!

"Mo Burn! Mo Burn!"

Moro whispered, remembering that Mo Ran had told him that he had been chased and killed by the enemy and had come here, and he didn't dare to use his real name at that time, so he could only use the name Mo Ran!

This genealogy records nearly 350 years, indicating that Mo Ran has often returned here in recent years.

Suddenly, Moro's gaze froze, and when his gaze fell to the last name, his body shook violently.

"Moro! that's my name. But why is this handwriting so fresh, as if it has just been written, but Mo Ran was not killed by the old bandit king three days ago! But the three words of his name in front of him definitely don't seem to take more than a day to write!"

Moro's mind flipped. Suspicious, his gaze became as sharp as a knife, falling on Moko Moko in front of him, and said coldly: "Who gave this thing to you?"

"A strange man!"

"When did he give it to you?"

"Just this morning!"

"What's his name and where did he go?"

"I don't know his name. After he gave me this parchment, he told me to wait here for an immortal named Moro, and then he went to the back of the village under the red smoke tree!"

A monstrous wave set off in Moro's heart, and with a wave of his big hand, a lifelike portrait suddenly appeared in the void.

"But this person?"

Mo Ke raised his head and looked, his face was full of joy, and he nodded and said loudly: "It's this person!"

When Moro heard this, he immediately felt that everything was full of weirdness and clouds, and since the turmoil in Bandit Emperor Mountain, everything had changed. He is no longer the young master of Bandit Emperor Mountain, many people have died, and the 100,000 monks of Bandit Emperor Mountain have turned into clouds, and they are confused, and they have one more father, but only after the death of this father did they know the reason.

But at this moment, the person who seems to be his father, who is obviously dead, has been here this morning.

"Take me to the Red Smoke Tree!"

Moro said. Mo Ke nodded, bowed over and led the way in front, spared a few turns, and came to the back of the village. Climbing up a small hill, I saw that on the top of the mountain, a towering tree hugged by ten people was green and straight, with light branches and leaves, but with red, and the wind was blowing. It's like a big cloud of red smoke moving.

This is the Red Smoke Tree!

Under the tree, a lonely grave towered, and it was clean, without the slightest weed, but with flowers blooming and butterflies flying among the flowers.

"Bang!"

Mo Luo grabbed it with both hands, the lonely tomb cracked, and beside him, Mo Ke's face changed, and he said: "Immortal, human death is great, everything has become a thing of the past, don't disturb her rest!"

"Get out of here!"

With a wave of his hand, Moro rolled up the moke with great force, knocking him down the hill.

In the rumble, the lonely grave cracked open.

Inside, a coffin is actually made of catalpa wood, and this catalpa wood is a unique and precious thing in the Bandit Emperor Mountain, which can be used to refine a heavenly magic weapon, tough and powerful, and the coffin made with it can be immortal for thousands of years!

However, the coffin in front of him, although it was made of catalpa wood, which is known as a thousand years of immortality, was already decaying and was even about to disintegrate!

With a slight touch of Moro's fingers, the coffin suddenly turned to dust.

However, in the dust, a black ancient book was revealed! The cover of the treasure book was four strange symbols, not any kind of writing that appeared on the historical records of Black Prison Island, however, as soon as he saw these four words, Moro instantly recognized them, as if he knew this kind of writing.

"The Innate Demon Sutra"

Moro just read it softly, and immediately felt that his whole body was boiling, and a raging and domineering aura emanated from the depths of his soul, echoing the Innate Demon Sutra in his hand.

Moro was startled, and before he could react, he saw that the Innate Demon Sutra in his hand turned into a black light and disappeared into his eyebrows.

"Ahh

Moro let out a miserable scream, and in his soul consciousness, countless complicated character scriptures, one by one, like ancient demon gods, roared and merged with his soul, and all kinds of strange Dafa manifestations evolved in his body.

Not long after, a stream of black demonic qi gushed out from his body, this demonic qi was extremely pure, black like a pitch-black night, emitting a soul-devouring light, the red smoke tree, this ancient tree that had grown for hundreds of years, at this moment, was withered and turned into flying ashes.

On the entire mountain, it seems that a void black hole has appeared, devouring everything in heaven and earth.

Mo Ke walked up step by step, looking at the changes on the top of the mountain, looking at the scene that happened to Mo Luo, a smile of ecstasy and awe appeared on his face, and he said in a trembling voice: "Demon Lord, you are finally going to wake up, the thousands of demon generals of our Mo Luo family have been stranded on this desolate island, trapped for ten thousand years, and they are all looking forward to your return! The old slave stays here, endures loneliness, and endures the humiliation of mortal ants, just for today!"

As he spoke, Mo Ke's body suddenly exuded a majestic demonic aura, and a monstrous coercion permeated thousands of miles, and it turned out to be the peak cultivation of the Venerable Lord.

His name is not Moko, but Moke!

"Tear up!"

The void suddenly cracked, and in the midst of the demonic aura, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy appeared, it was Emperor Shakti, but at this moment, he actually exuded the aura of the peak realm of Tianzun, and the demonic qi was boundless.

Seeing the changes on the top of the mountain, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face, and the demonic aura that swirled around Moro made his heart tremble even more.

"Innate demonic qi, it's really innate demonic qi! The demon lord of our Moluo family is finally about to wake up!"

Emperor Shakti muttered to himself excitedly, beside him, Mo Ke also smiled, nodded and said: "Since the First World War in ancient times, those forces in our Demon Domain have died and are crippled, but our Demon Luo family is trapped on this small island, and the Demon Lord has also been reincarnated, ten thousand years, ten thousand years, most of the brothers of the year have died, and the Demon Lord has finally returned!"

"Do you know where Lord Demon Ancestor has gone?" the Emperor suddenly asked.

Mo Ke smiled mysteriously and said, "Stupid human beings, they actually want to take away Lord Demon Ancestor, Lord Demon Ancestor is preparing to fight against this person and get this person's peerless cultivation!"

"Okay! Lord Demon Ancestor is really wise! This time, we are going to enter the Flood Desolate Continent and avenge the dead clansmen!" Emperor Shakti said fiercely, "I have already met Lord Warcraft, he is rushing here from Phoenix Ancient City, and he has also brought two stone man demon generals, 100,000 demon soldiers, to welcome the return of the demon lord with us!"

"Hahaha, good! Okay! Great, I've been waiting for this moment, I've been waiting for 10,000 years, this time, we're going to kill the human race, unify the wilderness, the evil dragon Holy Emperor Liu Jinlong is dead, I see who else on this continent can stop me!" Mo Ke laughed loudly, and the demonic qi around him soared into the sky.

Thousands of miles away, Gu Tian drove the king's ship quickly, and suddenly sensed the vast demonic qi thousands of miles away, and suddenly turned his direction and came quickly.

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