The Merling Mountains were completely chaotic, and the chaos was so abrupt that there was no warning.

When the news spread that someone had entered the Reverse Spirit Spring, no one could calm down.

"This must be the remnants of the Ye family back then, apart from them, I can't think of anyone else who has the ability to activate the teleportation array!"

"Didn't these damn Ye family members all die back then? Why did one suddenly pop up at this time?!" Someone was furious.

"No, if you want to destroy this teleportation array, dare to pick peaches under the noses of all of us at this time, and you will definitely let him come and go!"

"The day the great array is broken, it will be the time when he dies!"

The great monk of the Yuan Dynasty was completely angry, and he was ruthless, and after breaking through the big array, he completely killed that damn rat!

I was a Yuan Infant Monk here, but I was taken by a junior first, which is definitely a great shame!

In the roar, the hidden teleportation array in front of the Black Stone Slope was shattered by the bombardment, and the teleportation function was completely lost.

Then those Infant Monks who still had some disputes also put aside their prejudices and began to unite and join forces to break the formation.

In the Moling Mountain Range, there was an unusually loud scene for a while, and all kinds of attacks were dizzying, and at the same time, they also shook people's hearts.

Nearly 100 Yuan Infant Stage Great Monks shot together, such a scene is not usually seen.

Mo Qing actually knew these things, and he was shrouded in the formation of Changchun Valley, although he was isolated from the outside view, but when he stood inside, he could clearly see all the scenes outside!

Although he knew that the huge attack outside would not fall on him for the time being, he couldn't help but want to escape immediately when he saw them all smashing towards him.

In the entire Changchun Valley, there was a layer of dense fog, although the fog was thick, it did not affect the scene where Mo Qing looked up, because these dense fogs only reached Mo Qing's neck.

After retracting his heart from the terrifying attack above, Mo Qing was surprised to find that the entire Changchun Valley seemed to have become different.

It's not that the scene is different, but the atmosphere is different, and the entire Changchun Valley is now full of vitality.

This vitality is so intense, you don't need to deliberately feel it, you can feel the vitality constantly drilling into the body!

This kind of scene is something Mo Qing has never felt before!

Could it be that there is really an anti-spirit spring in this? Mo Qing was a little confused.

Changchun Valley himself has been living in it for seven or eight years, except for a spring that was dug out by Uncle Molun's hoe three or two, what other spring water is there?

No way?!

Thinking of this, Mo Qing suddenly had a cleverness, and a very illusory thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

He stood there stunned, then ignored everything around him, and sped away quickly towards the place he remembered.

The thick white mist obscured the earth, but it only reached Mo Qing's neck, which made him feel like he was in the clouds.

The clouds and mist obscured his vision and affected his consciousness, and after he came to the location in his memory, he had to bend down and crouch in the fog.

The thick mist fluctuated for a moment, and it completely engulfed Mo Qing.

Through the hazy clouds and mist, seeing the scene in front of him, Mo Qing couldn't help but be stunned, and his blood was instantly irrigated!

The tombstone he carved himself was crooked on the ground, and the graves that he had built for Aunt Li and Uncle Molun were also completely cracked, and at the same time, the graves of Huang Laoxie next to them were cracked, and the two graves were ruined......

Who did this?! People have passed away, it is better to let Ansheng!

At this moment, Mo Qing's eyes were red, if the person who did such a lack of virtue was here, he would definitely tear the other party to pieces!

His fists clenched tightly, blood dripping from his palms, and his teeth creaking.

"Boy, calm down, things may not be the way you think. ”

Huang Laoxie came out of the soul nourishing jade, looked at the collapsed grave in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"You can also see here that even if a group of Yuan Infant Cultivators join forces, they won't be able to enter for a while, let alone others.

That is, we can only come in if we have the soul nourishing jade in hand.

In other words, it has not been in here for more than 100 years.

"That's... What's going on?"

Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, and also thought of this question.

But since no one came in, then why did Uncle Molun's grave crack open for no reason?

Huang Laoxie didn't answer immediately, but floated to the top of the cracked tomb, and after a while, he said in a somewhat hurried voice: "Come and see!"

Hearing this, Mo Qing ran up to the cracked grave, leaned down and looked down, although there was a thick fog to obscure it, it was also vaguely perceptible to something.

The tomb was empty, and there was no Aunt Li and Uncle Molun, and not only that, but the white mist that filled the valley seemed to float out from here!

What the hell is going on?

Mo Qing was a little dazed for a while, he looked at Huang Laoxi, who was also confused.

"Could it be Uncle Molun whose body fell?" Mo Qing asked.

With that, he prepared to jump down to see what was going on below.

At this moment, Mo Qing's body suddenly tightened, and there was someone below!

Yin and Yang Shuangqi were flying out of the body, and they were ready to attack in an instant, but they heard a faint timid voice from below - "You... You are green... "The voice is a woman's.

After hearing this voice, Mo Qing's whole person stayed in place, and the yin and yang chess outside his body lost control and fell to the ground weakly.

The same is true of Huang Laoxie on the side, who has completely lost the ability to think.

"It's... Is Qing'er back?"

Seeing that there was silence above, the voice below, which seemed a little timid, sounded again, with a strong sense of anticipation.

"Lee... Aunt Li, is that you?"

Mo Qing tried his best to restrain his voice, but he still trembled uncontrollably.

"Qing'er, it's really you?!"

There was an exclamation from below, and then Mo Qing could feel that someone was rising up quickly from below.

When he saw this person's appearance, Mo Qingzhen was stunned.

This person is Aunt Li, who was buried here by his own hands a hundred years ago!

"My son!"

The two looked at each other in a daze for a while, and Aunt Li suddenly screamed sadly, ran two steps and hugged Mo Qing tightly in her arms, burying her head and crying.

In the grave that left, someone rose again, watching the scene of the mother and son hugging their heads and crying, a man who looked only in his thirties, threw away the sharpened wooden stick in his hand, laughed and scolded the little rabbit cub, and his eyes were red......