Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

The land of Huazhou was in constant war, and the rebellions of the two kings were frequent.

This war, initiated by the two brothers of Emperor Han, lasted for five years.

Even those who are powerful in battle are exhausted.

Mo Chengzong, the Duke of Dahan Zhuguo, grabbed the hilt of his sword and knelt on one knee, with a pile of corpses beside him.

Not far away, nearly a hundred soul attackers were quickly chanting and sealing.

If you look closely, you can see that they are all chanting a high-level soul attack technique aimed at a single body-Soul Devouring Slash.

Mo Chengzong knew that the goal of these hundred people was himself, and he tried his best to use the heavy sword Juchen to support his almost out of strength.

"I want to be the first in melee combat, but today I am going to be understood by long-range spells!"

Mo Chengzong's dantian gathered soul qi and found that only one percent remained.

"It was too wanton to use the Duguli Nine Swords just now, it seems that it is really heaven and I am dead!"

The nine swords in Dugu Li mentioned by Mo Chengzong are the hidden swordsmanship in the Dugu Overlord swordsmanship inherited by the ancestors of the Mo family, and they will only be used when they have to.

It's just that although the swordsmanship destroys the withering and decaying, shocking the heavens and the earth, the consumption of soul energy is too huge, and it is easy for people to faint.

Originally, Dugu Overlord's swordsmanship combined with Shenjian Dugu was undefeated, which was enough to defeat a thousand.

But at this moment, Dugu is invincible, but it is in the hands of Mo Chengzong's four sons, Mo Enemy.

Mo Chengzong's original intention was to pass on the heavy responsibility and glory on his shoulders to his son through the inheritance of the divine sword.

But it indirectly caused the consequence that his Dugu Overlord swordsmanship could not be used to the fullest.

Seeing that his father was about to resist nearly a hundred high-level soul attack techniques by himself, Mo Di was horrified: "Even if Father Shuai is a Soul Realm cultivator, in the face of the Soul Devouring Slash released by these nearly 100 people at the same time, I am afraid that my soul will fly away!" ”

Fu looked at Dugu Undefeated in his hand again, and regretted himself: "If this sword is in the hands of my father, I can still unseal half of the sword souls to deal with it." But now that the sword is in my hand, what should I do?! ”

Seeing that the handprints of nearly 100 soul attackers were about to be completed, Mo Di turned his heart sideways and forcibly broke his cultivation level from the Soul Realm to the Soul Realm!

Although the internal force brought about by breaking through the three-layer cultivation level made him ooze blood in his mouth, but a good person is as invincible as his name suggests, and he is stunned to unseal half of the sword souls on the Dugu Undefeated Sword Body!

"Don't force it unblocked!" Seeing his son forcibly lift the seal of the sword soul, Mo Chengzong was shocked and frightened!

Shocking is invincible! He is worthy of being a good boy of the Blazing Army!

He didn't rely on the blessing of the soul master, and he only relied on his own qi gathering to instantly raise the third-level cultivation level!

I'm afraid of it! Such a strong promotion of the cultivation level itself will bring about a backlash of soul energy, and it will also forcibly lift the prohibition of Dugu and Undefeated, which will only bring a terrible consequence-

"You're going to be out!"

Mo Chengzong shouted at Mo Di, and wanted to fly to stop the latter's anti-heavenly behavior.

Helplessly, the whole body was weak, and his legs were like lead, and it was difficult to move half a step.

On the invincible side, Dugu, whose sword body trembled violently, let out a "buzzing" cry all over his body.

Suddenly, the screams came to an abrupt end!

Then the entire noisy battlefield was suddenly silent, so quiet that it seemed that you could hear the sound of needles falling to the ground!

Mo Chengzong, whose movements had been slowed down dozens of times, heard Mo Di's solemn breathing, and he knew that it was too late!

In an instant, three hundred and thirty-three sword souls burst out from Dugu's invincible body!

The moment the sword soul poured out, the battlefield resumed the sound of fighting.

The three hundred and thirty-three sword souls mixed with the wind, sorrow, and whispers turned into huge waves, roaring towards the nearly 100 soul attackers of the Shuangwang rebels with a surging momentum!

In the blink of an eye, all of these nearly 100 soul attackers were robbed of their souls and died!

Mo Shou, who was relieved of the danger of soul devouring, killed the scattered rebels who rushed forward with only pure martial arts.

Seeing that his father had been freed from the predicament, Mo Di smiled miserably, stumbled and did not stand firmly, knelt on his right knee, and his intuition was slightly sweet.

When I covered it with my hand, I saw that it was full of thick blood the color of pig liver.

Knowing that he was invincible when the oil ran out of lamps was dry, there was still unfinished business in his heart, so he supported the ground with his right hand and struggled to stand up.

He lifted Dugu Undefeated above the top and shouted at his father Mo Chengzong: "Father! This lonely is undefeated, my child's fortune is too shallow, and I am not blessed! Now I've got it back to you! ”

After shouting this, Wu Modi injected the last soul energy into the sword, and then slammed into his strength, and the Dugu Undefeated in his hand shot towards Mo Chengzong!

When Dugu was undefeated and inserted in front of Mo Chengzong, where could he still see the figure of Mo Chengzong.

The young general finally dissolved and disappeared, turning into a wisp of soul energy and dissipating on the dim battlefield.

There was a faint sound in the air before the last words of the Mo enemy's soldiers.

"Father, the stars in the sky...... Maggi! ”

……

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"Unbeatable!"

Mo Chengzong woke up from the nightmare again, and found that his close-fitting clothes had been wet with cold sweat.

Although three years have passed since that turmoil, I have often dreamed of the scene of my son's death recently.

Xu is because his fifth son is about to report to the Demon Suppression Division tomorrow, and he is afraid that he will repeat the mistakes of the invincible.

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Mo Chengzong slowly got up from the bed.

The chill of the winter night in Lanzhou made Zhu Guogong shrink slightly.

So he put on a fur coat and walked to the charcoal, and then he saw Dugu Wuru placed on the Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, Dugu is undefeated in the scabbard, quiet as a virgin.

The faint red light of the charcoal fire outlines the smooth outer outline of Dugu, which is simple and heavy.

The sword soul inside hadn't appeared in the world for a long time since it had been released once three years ago.

Mo Chengzong stroked his sword body, his heart was solemn, one was because of Fang Cai's nightmare, and the other was worried about the fate of his five sons.

He grabbed the hilt of his sword and drew it slowly, and as soon as the blade of the sword was unsheathed three inches, a cold glow and a buzzing sound came out.

Mo Chengzong hurriedly put away his sword, frowning: "Now the incident is too peaceful, and there is no place for you to use it." ”

He walked slowly outside the house, and the golden sigil spell array in the distance made the ten-zhang high city wall solemn and peaceful.

Mo Chengzong muttered: "If that old monster doesn't toss anymore, Mo Ran will be stable here for the rest of his life." ”

The Mo Ran in his mouth is his fifth son, the invincible younger brother who has died on the battlefield.

It was probably the golden light of the runic spell array that gave Mo Chengzong some relief, and he returned to the house and went to bed to sleep peacefully.

……

Within the high walls.

On a bed in a courtyard cottage.

An old man with white hair hanging down his waist was playing chess alone.

said that he was an old man, but only his hair was as white as frost and snow, but there was not a trace of wrinkles on his face, and there was not even a beard on his lips.

Although the old man looked like a young man, the voice from his mouth was old and hoarse.

"The Son of Destiny has finally come."

After coughing a few times, he looked at his gray hair in the tea, not sad but happy.

"After all, this human body has been used for some time, and it's time to change."

The old man picked up one of his own cannons and slowly placed it in front of the handsome man opposite.

"General."