After that, Mo Wen wandered around Kunwu Mountain for a few days, taking those old practice secret rooms, pill pharmacies, medicine gardens, and armories ...... I walked around them one by one, but it seemed that these people had already prepared and failed to leave Mo Wen a chance to start.

After everyone returned one after another, Mo Wen was even more happy, and the "one-arrow hatred" that expelled him from Kunwu Mountain was completely liquidated, and there was inevitably a burst of chickens and dogs jumping on Kunwu Mountain.

There are less than two months left before Mo Wen is thirteen years old, and then he began to prepare for this foundation building.

The foundation building seems to be very different this time, and even the atmosphere on Kungo Mountain is a little tense. My mother and grandmother are all back, and even my grandfather is hurrying back.

For the rest of the day, it was necessary to refine the body with the essence blood of a pure-blooded beast every day, and it was not until forty-nine days later that the foundation of the most important part began.

In fact, it is said to be refined, but it is more like steaming and refining with those heavenly treasures and the essence blood of desolate beasts.

Everyone stayed by Mo Wen's side all the time, for fear that something would go wrong.

Even if there are countless elixirs to reconcile, the medicinal properties of the desolate beast's essence blood are still extremely domineering, and the entire process of building the foundation is very dangerous, although Mo Wen's body is powerful, it is also unbearable, and from time to time there are broken tendons and fractures, and his face is distorted in pain.

Mo Wen's mother, grandmother and other women, she couldn't bear to see Mo Wen in such pain, and withdrew in tears.

The desolate beast essence blood used in the back is becoming more and more domineering, Mo Wen is being reborn every day, the feeling is like pinching and crushing the bones of the whole person, and then regrouping, the pain is unimaginable to ordinary people.

But he knew that his mother and grandmother were standing outside, and had been suffering this excruciating pain in silence, without making a sound.

Everyone thought that after thirteen years of such a long and fulfilling foundation, Mo Wen's physical body had already reached its extreme.

But what stunned everyone was that his body was still growing step by step, stronger day by day.

Boiling is Mo Wen's well-informed third grandfather, who is angry with him, a lot of the calmness he has cultivated at his age is gone, and he keeps circling around the gods, and he keeps poking and poking Mo Wen with a stick, muttering in his mouth: "Could it be that human beings really have pure blood?"

It was still his grandfather who was calm and said proudly: "He will surpass the extreme realm of mankind and create an unprecedented event." ”

This continued for more than thirty days and still did not stop, and his body became stronger and stronger, as if there was no end.

The qi and blood in his body were exuberant to the extreme, forming a blood-mist field around his body, and he could feel that his body was like a burning dome.

The crowd was truly shocked! That feeling was like watching a fierce beast that broke through the primeval desolation slowly move forward, and no one could not be moved.

But the whole is still controllable, and Mo Wen has not been relegated to the category of "non-human" or, more absurdly, "non-living".

In a few days, his body has reached the true extreme realm, and it is impossible to move forward even a bit, but he is still consolidating what he has gained before, and the aura on his body has become extremely thick, like a big mountain.

"Roaring ......"

Zuihou moment, Mo Wen's heart was full of thoughts, extremely happy, flying from the big ding, looking up to the sky and roaring, the sound shook ten miles.

He was shining all over, radiating a precious light, and he stood there like a young god, exuding an aura of terror.

The gods around Kunwu Mountain hit the sky, and all the beasts ran, all trembling.

However, the next moment, he saw a crystal coffin, and Lao Huang was lying quietly in it.

"Boom ......"

A thunderclap exploded in his head.

His mind went blank until a sharp pain in his heart woke him up, and a knife stabbed into it, little by little.

"It's dead, it's still dead after all, you old immortal, why are you dead?" Mo asked a painful whisper, staggering, and walked forward step by step.

When he saw Lao Huang's face, his hatred was monstrous, and a strong killing intent exploded.

Lao Huang is not very peaceful, and he will not be blind to death!

His eyes were staring viciously ahead, and he still had murderous intent, monstrous hatred, and a kind of crazy ferocity.

Lao Huang's entire face was distorted, his teeth were clenched, his muscles were hideous, and the grief and indignation before his death were still clearly written on it.

Mo Wen couldn't imagine what kind of deep hatred and hatred made the face of this lonely old man who laughed all day long so distorted.

Lao Huang was covered in blood and covered with countless wounds, but none of them were fatal, what was really fatal was the fierce sword in his heart, which ran through the front and back, killing him with one blow.

The murderer is very "dedicated", and every sword has a powerful sword intent attached to it, stained with every wound. The sword in the heart was even worse, the sword intent was cold and piercing, with bloodthirsty madness.

Because of too much hatred, Lao Huang's legs were tightly straightened, his hands were viciously grasped, his body was slightly arched because of the roar, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were glaring angrily, and he was red from extreme congestion.

Mo Wen seemed to be able to see Lao Huang like crazy, roaring like a wounded beast, crying hysterically like a bereaved woman, roaring like an angry Jiang Tao, ignoring the sword on his body, almost stupidly rushing towards a person.

The man was holding a long sword, arrogant daxiao, like a cat playing with a mouse, dodging Lao Huang's clumsy and immature attacks at will, and a sword in his hand kept slashing at Lao Huang's body, each sword was a bloody wound, and the crimson made him scream excitedly, heartily.

He was playing, enjoying it, like a hearty game, like a feast of joy.

Sword after sword, old yellow blood stained the ground red, his right hand was wasted with his left hand, and when his left hand was broken, he bit it with his teeth and kicked it with his feet.

Finally, Lao Huang's leg was broken, his hand was broken, his hand was broken, his blood was gone, and he was dried! He fell in the mud, and when he raised his head, the enemy was still laughing wildly.

He was hysterical, hateful, hated the injustice of the day, hated the injustice of the land!

The man was dancing happily beside Lao Huang, singing, smiling proudly, and constantly mocking and teasing him.

Those words made Lao Huang drink wildly, and he opened his mouth to step forward, wanting to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

The man easily avoided it, Lao Huang chased frantically, and the man avoided it again, like a monkey.

......

How dare Lao Huang and resentful before he died?

Mo Wen trembled all over, his hands were like hooks, and he grabbed the coffin viciously, his nails were broken, and blood flowed down the coffin, reflecting the old Huang's hideous and terrifying face.

He pushed open the lid of the coffin and looked at Lao Huang, he could feel the pain of cutting the liver and crying blood in Lao Huang's heart, the resentment of not being able to eat the blood of the enemy and eat the flesh of the enemy, and the deep and incomparably mourning.

"Sleep in peace! Revenge, I'll help you take revenge! Man, I'll help you kill! I'll help you kill one if there's one, I'll kill a hundred for you if there's a hundred, and if there's a thousand, I'll kill a thousand, and even if you slaughter ten thousand, you won't regret it." I will let them die in the most painful way possible, and make them regret living in this world! You watch below, this day will not be too far away!"

Mo Wen's eyes were red, and his trembling hands covered Lao Huang's eyes, smoothing his hideous face, and then meticulously arranging Lao Huang's long and scattered hair.

"I found it three days ago, when you were in a pinch, and I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I pressed you down. Mo Tianming on the side said.

"Who killed it?" Mo asked, his eyes were red, and he roared low, like a wounded beast.

Mo Tianming avoided Mo Wen's eyes and remained silent. Mo Wen's eyes pressed towards nothing, and he turned around and said nothing. Mo Wen turned to the others again, all avoiding his eyes.

"Who's it? tell me who it is?" Mo Wen was furious, roared loudly, and smashed a stone pillar to pieces with a boom.

"Are you sure you want to take revenge personally?" Mo asked Grandpa Mo Jiuyou in a sonorous tone.

"That's good!" Mo Wengao shouted angrily: "Lao Huang treats me like a son and a grandson, and he has poured all his heart and soul into it, and now someone is actually abusing and killing him, if I can't kill the enemy, I can't cut him with a thousand knives and scatter his bones and ashes, how can I be a human being?"

"Good!

Mo Wen said impassionedly, and everyone couldn't help but applaud loudly.

"Yes, worthy of being my Mo Jiuqian's grandson!" Mo Wen's grandfather's eyes were full of approval, and he stepped out of the ranks.

"Okay! Very good! Worthy of my grandson Mo Jiuyou!" Grandpa Mo Jiuyou also cheered loudly, and then said: "But boy! You said that you want to avenge Lao Huang, you can have this blood, grandpa is very happy, but if you want to kill this person personally, you better pass the current level first, if you can't pass this time, then talk about the rest?"

Mo Wen glanced at everyone's faces and said in a deep voice, "That person is very strong?"

Grandpa Mo Wen nodded, and said in a solemn tone: "Very strong, in terms of qualifications, it can be called an eternal demon, rare for ten thousand years! ”

"That's good!" Mo Tianming also stood up and said: "That person can be called against the sky, if you can step into the realm of qi cultivation, you may be able to fight him, but if not, then ......"

"I don't care how rebellious he is, how big Shili is behind him, I will kill him with my own hands, and I will let him die the most painfully. Mo Wen clenched his fists tightly and roared tremblingly.

"Then remember the breath of that sword, this breath...... If you really have the ability to help Lao Huang avenge in the future, you will recognize it, and if you don't have that ability, then ...... Just forget about it. ”

Kunwu Mountain held the highest funeral for Lao Huang, the same level as the old man in the mountain, although he has not officially entered Kunwu Mountain, but he has already become a part of Kunwu Mountain. With his own unique method, he conquered everyone on Kunwu Mountain.

Mo Wen saluted in the name of Lao Huang's grandson, and the monument was also erected by Mo Wen in the name of his grandson, and the ashes were scattered on Kunwu Mountain, which is the tradition of Kunwu Mountain.

Everyone misses the kind old man who laughed all day long, and they all silently remembered him in their own way and in their hearts.