Mo Muxuan paused and sat down with Mo Yu, obviously ready to tell a long story.

"The ancestor of the Mo family is a 'holy magician'. ”

Just a simple big word made Mo Yu's red and blue eyes widen.

"What!The ancestor of the Mo family is a 'Holy Sorcerer!'"

Mo Muxuan nodded and continued: "This is already a legend left by the Mo family for generations, and there is no way to verify the specific true letter, but there are some things in this story that are still true. ”

Mo Yu stopped interjecting and listened quietly.

"A plague in ancient times swept through the EN continent, no one knew the source of this plague, the plague seemed to fall from the sun, more and more people died from the plague, and the bones piled up. Only a few cultivators were able to survive in that world by relying on the shield of the original technique. ”

For a moment, Mo Yu seemed to see the tragic ancient world.

Mo Muxuan struggled to recall, "And the opinion of the powerhouse of the peak 'holy art' realm of the cultivator was divided into two at this moment. Some people chose to abandon this world and completely disappeared into the EN continent through some means. ”

"The other part, represented by the ancestor of the Mo family, decided to stay and stop this catastrophe. ”

Forgetting the sky, Mo Muxuan's tone was a little sad, "Even with the protection of holy arts, more and more people are still dying. Just when everyone was in despair, the Mo Family Ancestor found the only way on a drawing—— sacrificing the life of the Holy Sorcerer!"

"Originally, our Mo clan was just an ordinary village on the EN continent, but the ancestor of the Mo family saved all of us in the plague, and the remnant map in my hand was part of the original drawing!"

A flaming juggling teem appeared in midair.

Mo Muxuan's and Mo Zidan's pupils contracted, and two drawings, one large and one small, similar to the remnants in Mo Muxuan's hand, floated silently in mid-air.

"Remnant!"

Mo Zidan's handprint changed, and another residual picture appeared.

"Mo Yu, where did this come from!"

Mo Zidan was obviously a little excited.

"The first one was obtained by Mo Yi and Elder Dongyu in a cave, and it was left by a senior. ”

Pointing to the big one, "Originally, this one wasn't that big, but he and another fragment I occasionally got at a map store were the only one." ”

No more nonsense, the three of them instantly thought of one, "These two pieces are feasible!"

Watching the familiar golden light flash, the two remnants of the picture fit together seamlessly.

"I looked at the remnants that already had a rough outline. ”

"The upper left and lower right corners, it seems that we have collected most of them." ”

Suddenly realized something, "Dad, do you know, what is written in the text behind this picture?"

Obviously, the most special piece in the hands of Mo Yu and his party is the one that Mo Muxuan took out at the beginning, and there is a residual picture of text on the back.

In contrast, Mo Yu could also determine that this was the most central piece of this remnant.

"A mantra. ”

Mo Muxuan said, "Do, shudder, la, do, rice, hair, west." ”

A series of strange sounds came from Mo Muxuan's mouth.

It stopped suddenly, as if a piece of music stopped abruptly, "I'm sorry Yu'er, if you continue to read it, my father will break through the boundary, and this old life that was finally saved by you will be taken again." ”

Mo Yu nodded, "The remnant picture is still kept separately, obviously what Zhao Zhenrui wants is just this remnant picture!"

"Eun!"

Mo Muxuan and Mo Zidan nodded at the same time.

"Now that the 'Mo Dao' is all closed, even Zhao Zhenrui can't find out the location of the Mo family's organ city. ”

Mo Zidan glanced at Mo Yu, "I really want to thank Mo Yi this time, but I didn't expect to drag Zhao Zhenrui and rescue Sect Master Mu Xuan." ”

Touching Mo Yu's head, "It seems that Mo Dongyu taught you very well." ”

Mo Muxuan smiled proudly.

"It's not me, it's Mo Yi. ”

Mo Yu said lightly, "This kid is doing a good job, but it's a pity that Mo Yi won't wake up." ”

Mo Yu glanced at Mo Yi who was wrapped in layers of ice crystals in the spirit world.

A year later, a blue-haired teenager in Mojia Organ City held a double halberd, "Hum!"

The halberd in his left hand was taken off, and a long sword with an all-white body rested on Mo Yu's neck.

On closer inspection, the long sword was a little strange, and the sharp head of the sword had been slashed straight away, like a ruler.

"It's been a year, and I still can't win against you, Dad!"

The two voices and shadows in front of me are Mo Yu and Mo Muxuan, this year, the 'Mo Dao' is closed, and the Mo family is almost isolated from the world.

Mo Yudao also had a rare time as an ordinary child.

"Ten generations of giants, the sect master of the Mo clan, and nine generations of giants have important matters to discuss with everyone in the 'Ming Ghost'. ”

A voice rang out in the elegant courtyard.

"Got it, Mo Yu was cold. ”

"Yes!"

Mo Yu should also smile more. ”

Looking at Mo Yu, who often put on a face, Mo Muxuan didn't know how many times he had said him.

Mo Yu froze, "I've laughed a lot this year." ”

Mo Yu smiled shallowly, it is true that compared to the previous kind of smile but not smile, in the year he got along with Mo Muxuan, Mo Yu has changed a lot.

In his memory, Mo Muxuan should be the only one who knew about his existence!

Whenever Mo Yi fell asleep, Mo Muxuan would often sit at the head of the bed.

"Don't be afraid, Dad will always be with you, although you can't say it now, but I know what you heard. ”

Following behind Mo Mu Xuan, his thoughts drifted back, presumably this was the only reason why Mo Yu was close to Mo Mu Xuan.

Within the Ming Oni, all the rulers are gathered there.

Seeing Mo Yu and Mo Muxuan coming, Mo Zidan's voice sounded: "Since everyone has arrived, I will briefly talk about the current situation." ”

"The fact that the ink road has been closed for a year also shows that we have been isolated from the outside world for a year. ”

There was a pause, "All I want to talk about when I convene you today is about the opening of the ink path. ”

The crowd was silent.

"It's time to take a look outside, otherwise we won't know if Zhao Zhenrui will die. ”

Mo Yu stretched his waist.

"Do you have any other opinions, Commanders?"

Looking at the people who had stopped talking, Mo Zidan asked.

"Everything is decided by the giants. ”

...... Looking at the goblin badge that flashed red, Mo Yu flickered, and in his memory it was Mo Yi's hobbit logo.

"The emergency convening of the Red Light Academy?"

Mo Yu flipped through fragments of memories in his mind.

Looking at the green mountains and green waters in the city, "I've been here for more than half a year, and it should be fine to go out and play occasionally." ”

Talking to himself, an advanced version of the 'Block Ink Technique' appeared in his hand.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The fingers swirled rapidly, and the cube ink technique sparked straight up.

It seems that Mo Yu has not been idle in the organ city this year.

A door appeared in mid-air, and Mo Yu stepped out.

Although you can see the sky from the top of the Organ City, you still have to rely on the ink path to enter and exit the Organ City.

Qimen Dunjia is not a formation that can be easily broken, and the entire organ city is guarded by an invisible barrier.

Walking out of Yongdao Mo Yu seems to have changed a person, his long black hair and black eyes are not so eye-catching, although a whole year has passed, it is still better to be careful, after seeing Zhao Zhenrui, he doesn't think that his current self can have the same good luck as last time when he meets him!

Although Mo Yu has not been idle all year long, and the demon monkeys in the world have not been lazy, Mo Yu still can't feel the threshold of the realm of sorcerers and 'heavenly punishment'.

Walking around the city, I remember that Hobbit Academy should be near here, but Mo Yu has been walking around for most of the day, but there is still no gate in his impression.

"Let's buy a map first. ”

Mo Yu was a little uncomfortable, although he was not Mo Yi, but he was really a road idiot!

"Smack!"

Who slapped him on the shoulder.

Mo Yu's expression changed, and his palm was weak, and it was obvious that the Canglong halberd that appeared in the next second would allow the people behind him to go to the king of Hades.

"Boy, it's a fugitive! ”

A gruff voice rang out.

"Phew!"

Beads of blood appear on familiar faces.

The man in front of him had a serious face, a light blue robe, and brown eyes staring at Mo Yu.

The woman on the side covered her cherry-like mouth, obviously laughing.

"Damn!

A familiar voice sounded, Yang Keran covered the small wound on his face, "Believe it or not, big brother, I really sent you to the government!"

Listening to Yang Keran's words, Mo Yu raised the corners of his mouth instead.

"You can try it!"

"I haven't jumped a lot in a year!"

Yang Keran said, "When I see you, you kid is lost, let's go and drink." ”

"Boom!"

A punch smashed into Yang Keran.

"That's not fun!"

Yang Keran narrowly avoided it.

But he seemed to realize something, "Mo Yu!"

Mo Yu ignored him, his fist still slamming towards his face.

Mo Yu had been defeated by Yang Keran a long time ago, and he had long wanted to avenge this arrow.

Yang Keran's voice and shadow disappeared in place, and Mo Yu followed on tiptoe.

This is the bazaar, their actions have obviously attracted everyone's onlookers, to avoid accidents, Yang Keran decided to find an open place to teach this kid a good lesson!

"Boom!"

On the stone platform of The Hobbit Academy, which was shrouded in darkness, a loud noise was heard.

The stands were already full of new faces that they had never seen before, and it was obvious that these Hobbit House freshmen were also curious, who had the courage to start fighting here without saying hello!