Boom –

There was a huge earthquake in the void, and a mountain shadow suddenly appeared, it was as high as ten thousand feet and the whole body was jet-black, and it erupted with a breath of soul-destroying breath.

In a flash, it fell from above the clouds to the bottom!

Mo Yunhai's heart shrank slightly, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed with essence, he clenched his fist and smashed it down on the top of his head, and the power of the extreme level fluctuated, gushing out like a volcanic eruption.

A huge sound, as if opening the world, a visible shock ripple, erupted from a point of collision, and swept outward with a sweeping momentum.

The black mountain peak rebounded and bounced upward, and outside the mountain, a layer of black light erupted, rolling down like a match.

Mo Yunhai's body sank dozens of meters, but there was no panic on his face, he looked at the black light that rolled in, sneered in his mouth, and raised his hand to tear it fiercely.

The black light trembled and collapsed, but it did not dissipate, but condensed one by one soul shadows, all of them were blue-faced and fangs were fierce, and they pounced with teeth and claws.

But before they could get close, they were shattered by Mo Yunhai's external agitation aura, "Burial Soul Mountain, the first body of this seat stepped into this place with the cultivation of the God Emperor, but it was severely injured by you and fell, but today, you don't want to stop me again." ”

With a low roar, he stepped heavily under his feet, and a layer of void twisted ripples rippled from under his feet. Bending his arm into a fist, a rich golden light erupted from his fist, like a golden sun, and hundreds of millions of golden rays of light directly pierced every inch of space here.

"Since this seat knows your existence, how can I not be prepared, this supernatural power is conceived by me by extracting the three stars, plus holding all the cultivation of this seat, and refining it into the light of soul destruction, is to repay your revenge for killing yourself back then!"

As he spoke, his clenched fists were already mixed with endless strength, and they burst out blatantly.

The golden pillar of light, with his fist as the origin, instantly crossed the space and slammed into the Soul Burial Mountain, overflowing a layer of gold and spreading outwards rapidly, as if it wanted to contain the entire mountain.

The Burial Soul Mountain suddenly trembled violently, and in each mountain stone, a trace of black qi rose out, which quickly condensed into black mist with each other, and came into contact with the spreading gold, emitting a corrosive sound of "poof" and "poof", and the two diametrically opposed forces continued to erode each other and finally neutralized and dissipated.

In the black mist, there was a sharp howl, which was the painful hiss of the soul, like a slender steel needle, piercing into the depths of the soul.

Obviously, the blow that Mo Yunhai had carefully prepared had caused extremely serious damage to the Soul Burial Mountain! Its solid mountain body had gradually become illusory, and for the first time, it had truly revealed, its true face hidden under the surface.

Where is this mountain peak, it is clearly a slowly rotating black whirlpool, and it can be vaguely seen that countless monks are sitting cross-legged in it, turning with the rotation of the whirlpool, and from time to time there will be a trace of pure soul power, overflowing from the top of the head, blending into the whirlpool.

Their eyes were glazed over, and although they were still alive, they had become an empty shell, and they were regarded by the Soul Burial Mountain, or rather the Soul Burial Vortex, as a source of continuous extraction of soul power.

And among these countless figures, there is a black-robed man's figure rising and falling, if you look closely, you will find that this monk is Mo Yu!

Unlike the people around him who looked indifferent, his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a faint hint of struggle in the depths of his empty eyes.

This is the last vestige of his will.

If there is no accident, Mo Yu's will will not last long, it will collapse and dissipate, and then his soul will be lost forever, and he will be suppressed in the whirlpool of soul burial forever, and there is no possibility of escape.

But Mo Yunhai's battle with the Soul Burial Vortex allowed him to barely maintain his will.

......

At the top of the mountain, Mo Yu sat in place, he didn't know how long time had passed, maybe a moment, maybe a thousand years.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded in his ears, "Wake up." ”

His body trembled slightly, and his gaze swept around him blankly, without any focus.

Nothing was noticed, and just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, the voice sounded again, louder than just now, "Wake up!"

Who's talking?

Why did he say wake up?

Am I not awake now?

Continuous questions rose in Mo Yu's heart, but he didn't realize that his thinking had become much faster.

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

......

Without giving him more time to think, the sound became faster and louder, and when it reached its peak, it had turned into an earth-shattering rolling wave, and the invisible force impacted and even distorted the entire space.

Mo Yu got up blankly and looked at the sky above him, where the distortion was becoming more and more violent, turning into a violently surging pitch black.

Suddenly, a bright color appeared, then quickly extended, forming a crack that cut through the darkness.

Mo Yu was struck by lightning, his eyes seemed to be unbearable and he couldn't bear the spilled light, and hurriedly closed his eyes, tears rolling out.

......

In the whirlpool of burial souls, Mo Yu's eyes left tears without warning, but these tears were strangely pitch-black, and they struggled as if they were about to get back when they flowed out, but they finally collapsed and dissipated.

His eyes trembled slightly, and then little by little, he slowly opened, revealing a deep look of confusion.

Mo Yu felt very dizzy, as if he had slept for too long, and had a long, extremely strange dream.

In the dream, he was climbing the mountain, along the narrow stone steps, over and over again, and the continuous failure appeared at the foot of the mountain, and he kept moving again, like a cycle, without ending.

Looking back on everything that happened in the dream, Mo Yu's face gradually became gloomy, but a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he glanced at the countless Mu Ran monks around him, and his eyes showed deep fear. He had vaguely guessed the truth of the matter, if he hadn't been forcibly awakened at the last moment, he was afraid that in the near future, he would have become like them, and there would be no day to turn over.

It's just that who woke him up from the burial soul just now? Just when Mo Yu had this thought, a voice sounded directly in his head.

"The last thought that can awaken the old man's legacy must be the arrival of the descendants of the race, which means that the destined opportunity in the long river of fate has arrived! I will help you at a critical time to help you get a chance to chase eternity. ”

"The light of the Xuan Emperor will reappear in you, shining on the heavens again, and letting the blood of the enemy of blood feud stain every inch of the land under your feet. ”

"It's your luck and your misfortune, but it will eventually become your unchangeable destiny. ”

The deep voice, with the rich vicissitudes of time, turned into an invisible imprint, deeply integrated into Mo Yu's soul, and can never be erased.

It brings a hint of a feeling of intimacy and sadness to him.

Mo Yu didn't know what was going on, but he could clearly feel that his heart was beating violently uncontrollably, the silent blood veins were suddenly boiling, and the divine lines at the center of his eyebrows slowly appeared, showing a vast star field!

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[Yesterday's update, a little later, sorry, good night everyone.] 】