The seven of them couldn't help but look at each other, but they were here at this time, and if they retreated like this, it would be a joke.

"Let's go!" Mo Anhua saw that the crowd was a little depressed, and couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing this, everyone looked ashamed, obviously surprised by their previous performance, they were all foundation building monks, they could be described as people who flew to the sky, but they were frightened by an unknown cave.

"Stomp, stomp!"

In the silence of the cave, the footsteps of the people were heard, and the stirring echo was like the howl of a ghost, which stimulated their hearts all the time.

"When is this a head?"

About a quarter of an hour passed, but everyone seemed to have passed a few days, the dull feeling was really depressing, Lu Chongye, who was usually the most active, did not speak, but Chen Yixuan was the first to stand it.

"Head...... Head, ..... head!"

Unexpectedly, it didn't matter if he complained, the echo that was not like a human voice reverberated loudly, but it made everyone shudder in unison.

When everyone came back to their senses, they couldn't help glaring at him angrily, the feeling was really uncomfortable, as if it was born from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's weird here, everyone be careful!" Rao is Mo Anhua is well-informed and profound, and he was also shocked, not to mention others, he was also quite annoyed by this, but more of a jealousy here, he couldn't help but tell them.

Hearing this, everyone cheered up and continued to descend, in this strange place, they really didn't have the courage to fly in the air.

Fortunately, this section of the road was not as long as everyone expected, and after walking again, they saw a bright light coming from the front.

Seeing this bright light, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the dark path was finally coming to an end.

Tong Zhixuan commanded the iron guard to enter it first, and did not feel the danger in his consciousness, and said to everyone: "There is no problem inside!"

"Let's go!" Mo Anhua waved his hand, and everyone immediately entered.

"Poof!"

Wang Mo only felt a lightness on his body, and when he looked around, he suddenly found that he had lost everyone's traces, and couldn't help but tighten the spirit sword in his hand, his heavy sword was made of special material and could not be easily shown, and the broken gold knife was given to Yang Wucai, so he could only temporarily refine the spirit sword that he didn't know which foundation building monk he had obtained before. ，

There was no shouting, no nervousness, Wang Mo seemed to have an inexplicable sense of familiarity here, and took a few steps at will, the surrounding environment changed, and a red tile brick house appeared in the distance, and a burly, half-white middle-aged man sat on the stone pier in front of the door.

Seeing such a situation, Rao is Wang Mo was extremely resolute, and his eyes couldn't help but be slightly red, and he almost burst into tears, and subconsciously took a few steps forward.

Xu is hearing the movement, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, revealing a dark face full of vicissitudes, but at first glance it was seven or eight points similar to Wang Mo, seeing Wang Mo coming, his eyes woke up and said: "My son is back, let my father take a look, have you lost weight!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly ran towards Wang Mo, hugged the slightly sluggish Wang Mo, looked up and down, and couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

And Wang Mo didn't resist at all, let the middle-aged man hold him, and closed his eyes slightly, as if enjoying it, but his eyelashes trembled slightly.

After the middle-aged man saw the spirit sword in Wang Mo's hand, his brows couldn't help frowning: "Son, what are you doing with this thing?

As he spoke, he grabbed the spirit sword, easily took the heavy sword from Wang Mo's hand, and threw it aside with a bang.

Feeling the movement in his hand, Wang Mo glanced at the spirit sword slightly, his body trembled, and he was pulled into the courtyard by the middle-aged man.

Looking at the familiar grape trellis in the yard, the half-withered old sycamore, and the blooming moon flowers, all of this is so familiar.

"Qing'er is back, go to the house and rest, the meal will be good in a while!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo saw a woman walking out of the kitchen, her face was quite young, although she was dressed plainly, she could not hide her beauty, and she looked at him with an apron tied around her waist and a look of surprise.

Seeing the woman's familiar face, tears slipped from the corners of Wang Mo's eyes, silently dripping into the dust under his feet, splashing a small indentation, as if inadvertently, touching the deepest string in his heart.

"me, make more delicious food, I'm going to have a drink with my son today!" said the middle-aged man with a big grin.

"You still need to say that Qing'er is back, why do you have to eat well!" The pretty woman glanced at the middle-aged man, she didn't have a good air, but the sweetness in her expression was undoubtedly revealed.

Wang Mo seemed to have lost his soul, and let the middle-aged man pull him into the room, only to see that a few dishes had already been placed on the table, as well as the wine that had been opened in an emerald green glass bottle a long time ago.

The snow-white porcelain basin contains fried golden chicken nuggets, a plate of red peanuts, mixed with sweet sauce, and a plate of crispy green jade melon slices, white and crispy eggs, which are so harmonious.

Wang Mo sat down slowly, watching the middle-aged man happily fill the wine glass and drink it all at once, just like in his memory, still so bold.

"Look at your gluttony, Qing'er hurry up and eat!" At this time, the woman walked into the room with a steaming bowl, and when she saw the middle-aged man drinking by herself, she couldn't help but glare at him angrily, and turned to look at Wang Mo with a kind face.

Putting the big bowl in her hand, the woman sat next to Wang Mo, served him a full night's dishes, and took out a snow-white steamed bun from the side and handed it to him: "Qing'er, you haven't been home for a long time, hurry up and eat!"

Wang Mo looked at the woman fixedly, and did not take the steamed buns, as if he wanted to imprint her into his eyes, mind, and heart.

Seeing that Wang Mo was just looking at it like this, the eyes of the middle-aged man who was drinking by himself couldn't help but glare: "What are you doing kid?

"Hmph, drink your bar, Qing'er finally came back from graduation, I haven't seen me as a mother for many years, can't I take a few more looks?" The woman seemed to be the most unsightly that others treated Wang Mo badly, even if it was her own man, her apricot eyes glared, and she counted down the middle-aged people.

The middle-aged man saw that the woman was angry, his cheeks twitched, and he secretly threw a distress look at Wang Mo, seeing that Wang Mo ignored him, still staring at the woman, he couldn't help but raise the wine glass and drink it all with a little embarrassment.

Looking at this scene, Wang Mo subconsciously picked up the wine glass, but did not drink it, but the tears fell wordlessly, and a drop fell into the wine glass held in his hand, splashing the slightest ripple.

When the woman saw Wang Mo crying, she couldn't help but look anxious: "What's the matter, Qing'er, but the food cooked for my mother is not delicious?"

As he spoke, he put a mouthful of food in his mouth and chewed it a few times, and said to himself: "No, the salty and light is just right, isn't it that Qing'er has been out for a few years, and the taste has changed?"

"Hey!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo sighed, looked at the cup containing the pale yellow wine in his hand, silently put it on the table, and looked at the two of them seriously.

"What's the matter, Qing'er?" said the woman, a little surprised.

"What are you kid talking about?" The middle-aged man noticed that something was wrong with Wang Mo, and couldn't help but put down the wine glass in his hand, his brows furrowed tightly, and he said in a deep voice.

Wang Mo stood up and looked at the two of them with a little sadness: "No matter who you are, thank you for letting me relive this long-lost warmth again!"

As he spoke, Wang Mo slowly bent down to the two of them, and actually made a big salute.

"Hmph, you bastard, you have been out for a few years, what kind of crooked ways have you learned, dare to go home and do this with your old man?" The middle-aged man glared at him, slammed the table, and glared at Wang Modao.

"Qing'er......" The woman also looked at Wang Mo with a worried face.

"But you're not them!" Wang Mo paused word by word, said slowly, a flash of struggle flashed in his eyes, if he could, he really wanted to be drunk and unconscious, but he still had a lot of things to do.

Looking up at the sky and sighing, Wang Mo slowly closed his eyes, and a blue-gold light suddenly appeared all over his body, and the surrounding area was bright.

The two people who were originally looking at Wang Mo, under the illumination of the blue-gold light, there was no movement, and time seemed to stand still, making this picture forever frozen here.

"Hey!"

Wang Mo let out a long sigh, and the blue-golden light around him skyrocketed again, and the middle-aged man and the woman faded in the golden light, and finally turned into a little starlight and disappeared.

As the two disappeared, the table, the wine, the house, and then the entire courtyard, suddenly the scene changed, and Wang Mo looked at it, but it was in a hall.

And he stood at the entrance, his spirit sword at his feet, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and picked it up.

With the heavy sword in hand, the originally restless heart also settled down again.

"Ahh

"Oh, uh!"

"Oh!"

"Don't, don't!"

"I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

A burst of unbearable voices came, Wang Mo couldn't help frowning, but saw Mo Anhua and the others sitting or standing one by one, or lying down, full of ugliness, only fourteen red-clothed iron guards stood quietly, without any movement, obviously this thing that was similar to a dead thing was not affected by the phantom array.

At first glance, one of the nine pillars with intricate patterns carved around it had a distinct crack.

Looking at Mo Anhua, who had his eyes closed and a domineering face, as if he was enjoying the supreme position, the cold glint in Wang Mo's eyes flashed several times, but he didn't make a move.

Quickly walked to the front of the tear-stained, pale fear and hideousness, and the cold smoke in the exclamation, stretched out a hand, and pointed to the center of his eyebrows.

A blue-gold light flashed suddenly, and she saw that the cold smoke that was trembling slowly opened her eyes, her pale face could not hide the fear in her eyes, her seductive chest rose and fell, and she glanced around with palpitations, as smart as she naturally knew what had just happened, and glanced at Wang Mo with gratitude: "Thank you Brother Wang for saving me!"

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands!" Wang Mo waved his hand slightly, turned around and walked towards Tong Zhixuan.

Suddenly, Wang Mo felt the cold air behind him soar, and hurriedly turned around to look, but saw Han Yan walking towards Mo Anhua with a cold face, a white ice blade in his hand, and he was about to stab Mo Anhua.

Wang Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he casually waved out a true yuan and pointed at the ice blade in Han Yan's hand.

"Dangchang!"

"Why don't you let me kill them?" Caught off guard, the ice blade in his hand was knocked to the ground, the cold smoke suddenly looked back, his beautiful eyes were cold, facing hatred, seeing that the heaven-sent opportunity was ahead, no matter how smart he was, he was always so impulsive.