"You're not from the tribe?" questioned Long Dashao's father.

Mo Liang smiled at him, noncommittal. The answer to this question is already obvious, how can the people of this place have such a powerful thorn soul, how can they be nameless?

Long Da Shao's father looked surprised, and slowly pointed to the vicious and surging demon mountain beside him, a touch of shock quickly widened in his eyes, and he exclaimed in a deep voice: "You and they are from the same world!"

The thought that they, the Mahatma who suppressed the Burning Demons, were like gods to the people of the tribe, and that their world was not the realm of gods, made people horrified. Monsters are rampant, weak people's horizons are surprisingly narrow, and the world filled with imagination is full of treacherous and unpredictable.

Mo Liang nodded. If compared to these indigenous people, he does come from the same world as the Mahatma, or rather, from another era.

The eyes of the clansmen became fiery, they were too eager for power, they were hungry for sunshine.

When everyone didn't pay attention, the flower girl next to Mo Liang had a little gloomy eyes. "He's really powerful...... she secretly looked at Mo Liang and sighed, her heart was empty, and the joy of awakening the soul assassination was suddenly covered in her heart.

"This hateful guy, I won't give up!" In Long Dashao's eyes, there was only Hua Mei. Looking at Mo Liang, his hateful eyes were almost gloomy, "I must awaken the Assassin Soul!" he swore in a deep voice. Eight or nine-year-old Long Dashao, maybe for ignorant love, maybe to prove himself, maybe both, who knows... But he has become determined.

Long Dashao's father broke free from the shock and was silent for a while, "You have to leave and return to your world after all." Sister Hua, you can't take ...... away"

Hua Mei's body trembled suddenly, and she lowered her head. Her people also sank in their hearts.

"Sister Hua, Dalong is your choice!" Looking at Mo Liang with a pluice on his face, Long Dashao's father turned his head again and said to Sister Hua.

Mo Liang's ability has been recognized by everyone, and they also understand Hua Mei's feelings, and their admiration for the strong is not the power of survival? But desire and reality are always two opposite lines, maybe they have been close, but they will never intersect.

Mo Liang is too powerful! His world is too far away!

"Can there be a chance between them?" At this moment, this is a question that involuntarily arises in the hearts of all the clansmen.

......

The rumbling ground struck suddenly. When the people of the two tribes were waiting for Hua Mei, the sudden sound of explosion in their ears set off a shocking wind, and then, the heavens and the earth seemed to be boiling.

Rumble!

Mo Liang instinctively shrank his neck and grabbed it casually to protect the flower girl. The feet shook, and the people standing on the slope at the foot of the hill immediately rolled and fell into a mass. Then, the men hissed and shouted as hard as they could, "Hide!

Changsheng stumbled to the entrance of the crypt, shook off the boulder, stood on top of the hole, and waved his hand back frantically, "Quick, quick, get in!"

This sudden explosion made Hua Mei's affairs suddenly turn into nothing, and even she herself broke free from Mo Liang's hands, ran fast, and helped the clansmen escape into the crypt.

The wind whipped up large black gravel and rolled to the ground, and the sound of "puff" and "rustle" rubbing against each other was chaotic, blowing people who could not open their eyes and their cheeks hurt. In the darkness of the sky, countless frightened beast roars rang out from the four fields, and the fierce beasts and demon spirits panicked and scurried everywhere.

The Burning Sky Demon is crazy!

At this moment, Mo Liang's squinted eyes clearly saw that in the rolling black sand, countless bright and obscure fires burst out in an instant, and the earth shook even more violently, and at the same time, I don't know how many Burning Sky Demons were impacting the seal at the same time, shaking the earth.

Roar!

The roar of the Burning Sky Demon was full of power and resentment, and in the midst of the countless beast roars, it was like a dragon's groan, with an incomparably ferocious aura.

Countless Mahatma opened their eyes angrily and scolded loudly, "Evil beast!"

The lairs of the Burning Sky Demon everywhere are like rising and shrinking suns that are about to erupt out, and the bright and extinguished on the top of the mountain flicker, and the red light appears and disappears from time to time. The tug-of-war between the Burning Sky Demon and the Mahatma was extremely intense. It was a premeditated riot, and all the Burning Sky Demons as far as the eye could see erupted with incomparable power at this time.

Mo Liang's heart sank fiercely, this formation really looked like he was going to break through the seal! The men who had not yet penetrated into the crypt were stunned, they looked at the apocalyptic scene of the mountains, and froze. Someone couldn't stop muttering in a daze: "It's over, it's over! It's really over now! Even the gods of the heavenly realm can't stop these world-destroying guys!"

Countless earth fire slurry splashed out, like clusters of burning stars, and a hot and red star rain fell in the middle of the mountains. Especially in the dark wind, the bright light of the fire became gray.

A lizard with a spiked head, swaying from side to side, comically comical, but surprisingly fast. In the wind, clinging to the outline of the mountain, it rubbed through the earth fire up and down, and it was also frantically looking for a safe place. Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it crawled towards Mo Liang without looking back.

The hideous and terrifying figure immediately made the stunned clansmen go crazy, and they shouted even more anxiously, "Quick! Hide in!" The man of the Long Da Shao tribe had nowhere to escape, and was hiding in this small tribe along the entrance. Changsheng didn't get in, he urged people one by one, waiting for the final neat queen of the hall. The thorn-headed lizard was getting closer and closer, and even his cold fierce eyes and scarlet letter were already vivid. Changsheng's body was cold, although he was strong, he was far worse off dealing with goblins.

Mo Liang took a solemn breath, withdrew his gaze from the rioting Burning Sky Demon on the top of the mountain, and neatly rolled over to the back of the thorn-headed lizard, holding the spikes above his head with his hand. The unstoppable force of tens of thousands of catties into the ink eight pins snapped off the spikes with a click, and the backhand stabbed into the lizard's head. The body of the goblin who was charging quickly rolled and flew out, and Mo Liang turned over and landed, glanced at the people who were already few people, and looked at the demons on the top of the mountain.

This relaxed and indifferent appearance made Changsheng's cold body clench his fists suddenly, looking at Mo Liang who was looking up at the top of the mountain, extremely excited, "So strong!" His eyes became brighter and brighter, and his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, muttering to himself: "Turn over your hands to live, cover your hands to die!

The obsession of immortality, Mo Liang did not know, and he did not know.

That thorn-headed lizard was nothing more than a goblin with five grades of ink, and he could solve it at will. At this moment, he looked at the round of red sun in the dim black wind, and suddenly stared at one of the Burning Sky Demons. There was a Mahatma standing in the air, and at his feet was the boiling and tumbling pulp of earth fire. His face was cold, and he swung his fists, and there seemed to be an inexplicable power trajectory on his fists, and he could see the flow of Yuan Force or air like a whirlpool, layered and leisurely. Behind him, there is a wild dance, black and gray "thorn grass" stabbing soul, the thorn soul has dozens of thorns covered with sharp spikes, each thorn is nearly ten zhang, like a penal barbed net, which makes people feel cold.

Every punch of this Mahatma made the Burning Sky Demon scream in pain, and a large amount of Earth Fire Flowing Slurry splashed down from the sky, and the stabbing soul behind him, along with his fighting intent, thorns whipped the Burning Sky Demon like a whip.

The Burning Sky Demon had a terrifying face, and kept opening its mouth to the Mahatma and roaring, and the earth was on fire. The iron chains of the mountain pass, the golden light was already buzzing very dazzling, and the mountains shook. But this Mahatma was very calm, punching one punch at a time, so that the Burning Sky Demon couldn't raise his head.

Mo Liang's gaze froze slightly, and as he observed, his heart jumped suddenly, "Father?" muttered suspiciously, he ignored the danger of this place, and directly broke into the mountain range of black wind and earth fire in the shout of "Hey" of immortality.