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Although there is some confusion about the appearance of a pig in the lotus bone, it is not important.

The truth is right now, do we need to say it again?

Even Turba and the ancient king also had this thought.

After all, it is an indisputable fact that the pig summoned by the sacrifice wanted to devour Mo Yu just now.

The former sneered, "I said, your time is running out, suffer death!"

The tyrannical aura burst out of his body, and his big iron hands slammed down on the top of his head.

Mo Yu's face was pale, and his eyes were slightly lowered, covering the pupils that had shrunk into a little, and the coldness in them.

Suddenly, the weak priest coughed, "Stop!"

With a wave of his sleeves, the two terrifying forces collided in the air.

Mo Yu snorted, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and the aftermath of the battle god level confrontation was not something he could bear.

Turba's eyes were gloomy, "Ancient King, what are you doing!"

The ancient king's face was expressionless, "The sacrifice told you to stop." ”

Turba snorted coldly, turned around and said, "Sacrifice, why don't you let me make a move and kill this person from the heavens." ”

The priest shook his head, his shriveled lips trembling slightly, "When did I say that he was fake." ”

Turba's face froze.

Next to him, Feng Yuanhu, who was smiling with a cruel smile on his face, his body trembled, and his face turned pale.

A flash of brightness flashed in the Gu King's eyes.

The priest said lightly: "What I summoned just now was a wisp of distraction from the ancestral spirit, and the seed was also born from the distraction of the ancestral spirit. Don't you know what will happen when two ancestral spirits meet in distraction?"

The Ancient King slowly spoke, "Devour the same spirit!"

"That's right, so...... Do you need to explain again?" the priest pointed at Mo Yu, "He is the seed!"

Feng Yuanhu's face changed drastically, and in disbelief, an endless chill rose from the bottom of his heart, making his soul almost frozen.

He suddenly came to his senses and screamed, "I am the seed of truth, I am the seed of truth......"

But the priest didn't give him a chance to continue speaking, and with a wave of his hand, a splash of water suddenly flew out of the black lake, binding him tightly like a rope.

The voice stopped abruptly, all the power was imprisoned, Feng Yuanhu could only stare at himself in horror, watching himself fly towards the black lake.

The priest licked the corners of his mouth, "I have consumed too much strength today, this person from the overseas heavens, don't waste it, just make up for one or two." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Feng Yuanhu, brought his head close to his mouth, then opened it and bit down hard.

Goo-dong -

Goo-dong -

The rolling of the Adam's apple and the sound of swallowing are exceptionally clear in a quiet environment.

Feng Yuanhu couldn't make a sound, couldn't resist, his face was completely distorted, the whites of his eyes were turned up, and his body twitched.

can only bear the passage of his own life between despair and fear.

After a while, the black water dispersed and merged into the lake, and the sacrifice let go, allowing Feng Yuanhu's dry body to fall to the ground.

Licking the corners of his mouth, a trace of hesitation flashed in the sacrificial eyes, as if he felt that something was wrong with the taste.

But soon, he let go of his thoughts.

Overseas Heavenly Cultivator, he is also a first-time tonic, and his taste is a little weird, which is a normal thing.

But this effect is really good, feeling the warm feeling rising between the chest and abdomen, the slightly ruddy face of the sacrifice, showing a satisfied smile.

The ancient king was expressionless, and he didn't seem to be aware of this scene.

Turka's expression is extremely gloomy!

"The seed has been decided, let him go with me. The priest got up.

Beside the black lake, the other six, shriveled corpse-like figures, stood up at the same time.

But his eyes were still closed, and his breath did not fluctuate at all.

It's like, they are, the shadows of the sacrifice!

Mo Yu took a deep breath and bowed, "Thank you for the sacrifice." ”

The priest looked at him and shook his head, "No. Simple identity, you are much more noble than me, hidden in the overseas world for many years, even more labor. ”

"But your efforts will be rewarded in the end, and you will be able to have it when you step out of the ancestral land again in the future

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The terrifying cultivation of the God of War level. ”

A hint of envy flashed in the sacrificial eyes.

Although he could, he could kill Feng Yuanhu and suck him up.

But it was the power of the Black Lake, or rather, the power of the Ancestral Land, with his help!

In itself, he only barely stepped into the God of War level.

And in this life, it is impossible to go further.

Mo Yu nodded, didn't say anything more, and his face naturally showed excitement and expectation.

He was still pretending, leaving no flaws, because at this moment, there was still a gaze that stayed on him coldly.

On the priest's stiff face, a smile appeared, and he was not surprised by Mo Yu's performance.

He was about to say something when he was interrupted.

"Sacrifice, I still doubt the identity of this person. ”

Tulba's voice is gentle, but it contains endless calmness.

The priest frowned, "You doubt my judgment?"

Turba shook his head, "I don't mean to offend the sacrifice, but I believe that this person is definitely not a seed!" He stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "The sacrifice knows everything, so he naturally knows my identity, I swear by the blood of the earth dwarves, please believe me!"

The sacrifice was unmoved, and said lightly: "This is the ancestral land." ”

Turka's face changed slightly, and there was hesitation in his eyes.

The ancient king said in a deep voice: "Turba, the judgment of the sacrifice comes from the ancestral spirit, and there will be no mistake. ”

Hearing this, Turba bowed his head in silence.

But at this moment, instead of feeling relaxed, Mo Yu had an extremely bad feeling.

The almost condensed air shows that this big world is super strong and has not given up!

Whew――

Turba raised his head suddenly, his face tense and sharp, "I, Turba, as the lord of the dwarves of the earth, propose to summon the ancestral spirits to arbitrate and determine the authenticity of the seeds. ”

The Gu King's eyes shrank, and a trace of shock appeared on his face.

But soon, it disappeared, silent and silent.

Turka gambled on everything, and at this point in the matter, he could no longer interfere.

The sacrificial face was extremely ugly, and after a few breaths of silence, he suddenly sneered, "The Great War God cultivates, and the identity of the Lord of the Dwarves of the Earth...... You do have the right to question the judgment of the ancestral land. Okay, I promise you, summon the ancestral spirits for final arbitration. But you remember, once the arbitration result is not wrong, you will lose everything you have now, enter the ancestral land and become the eternal servant of the ancestral spirit!"

Turba nodded, "Since I opened my mouth, I am naturally ready to bear all the consequences." ”

The priest turned, "Remember your words...... Seven days later, the ancestral spirit will descend on the ancestral land!"

Hmmm――

He took one step and fell into the black lake with six "shadows".

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

Space fell silent.

After a long time, the ancient king spoke in a deep voice, "Turkba, why are you so stubborn!"

Turka sneered, "I trust my own judgment!"

He raised his head and locked his eyes on Mo Yu, "In front of the ancestral spirit, all lies will be shattered, and you will definitely die a miserable death!"

Phew――

Turba's figure vanished.

Watching him leave, the ancient king frowned, and there was a solemnity in his eyes.

Turba did not hesitate to question the sacrifice, but also to awaken the ancestral spirit, can it be said......

His eyes flickered slightly, and the ancient king turned around, "Mo Yu, Turba has started the procedure of questioning the ancestral land, and before this matter is over, you have to follow this king." ”

Mo Yu was silent for a moment and nodded slowly, "Okay." ”

He had no choice in this matter.

"Let's go. ”

The ancient king waved his sleeves and roared away with Mo Yu.

Millions of miles away from the ancestral land, a majestic city.

The ancient king descended into it with Mo Yu.

He didn't hide his aura, and he was immediately noticed by the strong people in the city.

Hmmm――

A strong centaur appeared, bowed, "See Lord Ancient King." ”

The ancient king's expression was cold, "Arrange a place for us to live." ”

"Yes!" said the centaur powerhouse hurriedly,

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) but soon, and hesitated, "Lord Gu Wang, I just got the news of the ancestral land, Lord Turba, he ......"

The ancient king said lightly: "It's true." ”

The centaur powerhouse's face changed slightly, and the afterglow swept over Mo Yu's body, and he didn't dare to say anything more, turning around and leading the way.

A moment later, Mo Yu moved into the city, a huge mansion.

The ancient king lived on the opposite side, so he didn't need any guards, and after closing the courtyard door, Mo Yu was the only one left.

Concentrating on the senses, making sure that there was no surveillance, Mo Yu's face suddenly became gloomy.

Entering the room, he sat cross-legged and his mind was absorbed in his body.

Before he could speak, Taling's tired voice sounded in his head, "This incident is beyond my expectations. ”

Mo Yu's brows furrowed, "In other words, you don't have any confidence in the exploration of the ancestral spirit." ”

“...... Yes!"

His heart was as firm as Mo Ling, and when he heard this answer, his heart trembled.

Not to mention the mysterious and terrifying ancestral land, just Turba and the ancient king are enough for him to die without a place to be buried.

If exposed...... It's ten deaths!

Mo Yu took a deep breath, "Is there any other way?"

Taling was silent.

Mo Yu thought about it for a while, and then knew that he had asked a stupid question.

The seed comes from the ancestral spirit, whether it is true or not, it can be seen through at a glance, how to deceive?

Could it be that this time, it is really inevitable?

Taling sighed, "If you have the chance, escape during these seven days, as long as you can get out, I can be sure to take you out safely." ”

The ancient king did not give Mo Yu this chance.

Although he has been closed, the vast aura of the Great War God Realm has always shrouded the surrounding world.

No wind or grass can escape his induction.

Moreover, the ancient king did not hide this, so it was so straightforward and exposed to Mo Yu's eyes.

Perhaps, this in itself is a warning.

Mo Yu chose to remain silent.

Flee now, facing a super strong god of war, even if he joins forces with Taling, there is no chance of winning.

In this case, it is better to wait until seven days later, although it is still a certain death...... But maybe it's a possibility.

In the blink of an eye, the seventh day.

The ancient king called the door, "Mo Yu, we should appear." ”

The courtyard door was pushed open, and Mo Yu walked out, his expression calm without the slightest discoloration, and nodded, "Okay!"

In the bottom of my heart, I am ready to fight to the death.

Even if he knew that there was no chance of survival after being exposed, he still wouldn't give up.

Before he died, he had always maintained the will to live, which he had engraved in the deepest part of his soul since he had consciousness.

Phew――

The ancient king took Mo Yu to the sky and went straight to the ancestral land!

A million miles away is nothing to the God of War.

Soon, within 100,000 miles, the ancient king fell.

Today's ancestral land has gathered a large number of powerful people in the big world, whether it is questioning the ancestral land or the identity of Mo Yu's "seed", it is enough to attract attention.

"Lord Guwang. ”

"The Ancient King!"

"See Lord Guwang!"

Everyone greeted one after another, but most of their eyes fell on Mo Yu, with suspicion and scrutiny.

The ancient king didn't stop, just nodded, and went straight to the black lake.

Everyone followed, moving forward in silence!

Soon, the Black Lagoon arrived.

Turba was already waiting here, looked at him coldly, and said, "Sacrifice, now you can summon the ancestral spirit." ”

As soon as his voice fell, the calm black lake in front of him suddenly tumbled violently, like a pot of boiling water!

The black mist rose and weaved over the surface of the lake, turning into a thick black cloud.

Cold, dark, cruel, tyrannical, countless terrifying aura, emanating from it.

Suddenly, a team of blood-colored eyes emerged from the black clouds, and the cold eyes seemed to be able to freeze the soul!

Mo Yu's body stiffened suddenly, and then uncontrollably, slowly flying into the air.

(End of chapter)

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