Does this legendary and mysterious pavilion really exist?

Mo Han's shocked gaze continued to look at the letter in his hand, and then the golden light gradually faded, and finally became ordinary, while the light in his other hand was Dasheng, as if he was venting his anger for abandoning it.

Mo Han's palms trembled violently, and he hurriedly stuffed the golden ball in his hand into the spirit bag, and then locked his eyes on these two ordinary poems.

But Mo Han was clueless for a long time, and had no choice but to give up, and found that the people of the Qianzong had not left, Mo Han suddenly thought that he might be able to ask them something.

Then Mo Han slowly approached, which undoubtedly became the focus here, many Qianzong disciples were staring at Mo Han with awe, and under this group of fiery and intertwined eyes, they all ignored a girl with tears in her eyes.

Mo Han walked to the middle-aged woman's side and bowed her hand respectfully, and then the middle-aged woman seemed to recognize Mo Han, and said with a smile: "Thank you Mo Shaoxia for rescuing the Qianzong, I am a disciple of the Qianzong, keep this in mind." ”

This scene made Mo Han's head even heavier, and he unintentionally inserted willows into the willows, which really made him speechless. When he thought of it, if it weren't for Xichen's safety, Mo Han would never fight to the death, but he didn't expect to do a big thing in a daze.

Mo Han was in a trance for a moment, and then said: "The master is serious, and I just happened to run into it, so it's..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Han found that the letter paper in his hand suddenly flashed, and then the big characters on the paper suddenly appeared in the air clearly, and the golden words shone with a dazzling light, and everyone present could see it clearly.

Under this shocking scene, Sect Master Mo Yan's face suddenly changed, and after struggling for a long time, he spat out weakly: "Firmament Pavilion!"

In her memory, this place seemed to hide too many secrets, countless people were fighting for their heads, and even her closest people were dying for this thing.

Mo Han's head buzzed, and after a while, he asked in a low voice, "Does the master know the senior of the ink bone?"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged woman's face was like white paper, her head was dizzy, and she fell down with a sudden, and then asked anxiously: "Do you have any news about him? Where is he?"

Mo Han looked at her in surprise, and said with a little excitement, "He's your brother, right?"

Obviously, the middle-aged woman was shocked by the words just now, and after a pause for a long time, she said a little calmly: "He is my brother, but he hasn't contacted me for many years, and now I don't know if he is dead or alive!"

Mo Han's guess was right, when he lived with Mo Lao, Mo Lao kept staring at the sky, and he never changed after saving him. The last time I left suddenly, there was definitely something important to solve, except for the loved ones.

Then he said lightly: "I don't know, can you tell me something about him, I want to find him as soon as possible." ”

The middle-aged woman immediately shot a surprised gaze, but she didn't expect him to have an intersection with her withdrawn brother.

Then for the sake of Mo Han's contribution to the Qianzong, it was explained in detail that many years ago, in order to get a beloved, Mo Lao had been pursuing the firmament pavilion, so that now when he heard these four words, he trembled violently.

"This firmament pavilion is said to appear once in ten years, the last time it appeared in Phantom Creek Town, and when you do the math, it will appear again in January, and each time the entrance is at the place where it disappeared last time. ”

"This canopy pavilion has really appeared, and it has caused such a big sensation. Mo Han muttered quietly.

Then the middle-aged woman didn't say anything more, and Mo Han had no choice but to thank him and leave, but Xi Chen, who was hiding in the crowd at the moment, didn't dare to say a word to him until the end. Instead, I quietly watched him go away...

At this moment, Mo Han came to Liechen's side and carefully helped him up, but there was a heaviness in the corners of his eyes, this friendship, Liechen would never forget. There was a pause for a moment, and then the two of them, with different emotions, buried the blind old man.

When this was done, the sky had changed to a dark cloud, and it slowly began to move towards darkness, just like the news of this great battle, which quickly spread to the ears of every person in Chengshan Town, and when it came to this great battle, it was a palpitation.

Many people are amazed, many people are envious, many people are unbelievable...

It's just a powerhouse of the God-giving Realm, and he fell like this?

No one dared to imagine how that kind of scene appeared, because when Lian Hong Shengsheng's torn limbs were no longer ordinary blood, and it was a young boy who killed him.

Under this shock, an unfamiliar name is becoming more and more familiar, and even the small towns around Chengshan Town have heard of it.

This battle has been deeply remembered in the minds of every Chengshan person, and the remnant Xuanmen also changed its name and surname and became Liehanmen.

This sect founded by two brothers was extremely popular in an instant, and many young people who admired Mo Han came from afar and wanted to join the Liehan Sect, but they wanted to meet Mo Han even more. It's just that Mo Han has been hiding in the back mountain all the time. And these tedious things are all handed over to Lie Marks to deal with.

Because Mo Han also has more important things to do, after all, Mo Han has never seen the exercises that fell from the plaque of the Remnant Xuanmen, so he has been studying this exercise in surprise for the past few days.

When he got his hands on it, Mo Han felt very weird, and now it seems that it is not only weird, but he is not at all scratching his head.

In the past two days, Mo Han has been guarding this group of exercises, but except for the slight decrease in golden light, the others have not changed, Mo Han is now anxious, and he has tried everything, but it is still a bamboo basket to draw water.

Now he seems to be looking at the meat and can't eat it, which almost pushes Mo Han to a dead end.

The boring waiting tormented Mo Han's heart, and suddenly, Mo Han thought that there seemed to be another way to try.

Immediately, the palm of his hand was up and down, although he was a beginner, but he was still quite unfamiliar with the control of the power of induction, and when he said, Mo Han also saw the strength of the power of induction.

Even the higher-level god-giving realm fell apart under the attack of the power of induction.

Now Mo Han likes the power of induction more and more.

When Mo Han cautiously probed into the golden group, the golden light plummeted, and the next moment it turned out to be dull, but replaced by an ancient one.

Mo Han opened it carefully, thinking it was an exercise, but now it seems to be just a boring ancient scroll with nothing on it. Mo Han hurriedly withdrew the power of induction, and suddenly, in the Mo Han Divine Palace, an ancient long scroll was opened, with countless distorted words engraved on it, and Mo Han spent a long time trying to finally recognize it.

When Mo Han read it slowly, he realized that this was a treasure.

From time to time, the long scroll that was opened danced with golden words, and a stream of golden light flashed, and at the forefront, the ancient scroll was engraved with an extremely ancient text.

"I am the ancestor of the remnant Xuanmen, leaving a treasure experience cheats, when the remnant of the Xuanmen Guangzong Yao ancestor, will revive the lintel, then you will find that this is a treasure that generations of people can't seek, I hope my remnant Xuanmen is immortal!"

Seeing this, thinking of what was in front of him, suddenly, Mo Han's mind was filled with complex emotions: "Our predecessors often did a seamless job for us, but in the end, they were left behind for 10,000 years. I don't know if it's the wrong doting of the predecessors, or the great sorrow of the descendants. ”

Then the ancient scroll flashed with a few big words: "Reading the ancient books!"

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