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"Ladies and gentlemen. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoI'm sorry. Mo came late to help, which frightened everyone, ""It's not in the way." Out of the way. The Holy Envoy of the Laborious Sect personally intervened. There was light on the faces of the old decay and others. How dare there be any other vain," Dashiva and the others bent down to worship Mo Yan with excited faces. Such a small gesture couldn't help but make Mo Yan instantly moved: "How strong those old guys must have been in ancient times." ”

"Everyone, please get up. i.e. allies. These are all rightfully deserved. Dead lips and cold teeth should be dependent on life and death. Allies are in trouble. I, the Yin Yang Holy Sect, should help out" Originally, I didn't have the slightest intention of hiding from everyone. Yin Yang Xuangong has such a huge aura, and they are all old things that have participated in the ancient extraterritorial wars. How can it be unclear. Instead of hiding it anymore, it is better to get straight to the point. Exposing one's home made the allies completely feel at ease.

"Sect Master. It's all taken care of. Yun Feizi flashed from the void behind Mo Yan. Bend down and pay respectful respects. "Is it all cleaned up. "Sect Master, rest assured. Three newly advanced Casting Gods. Completely lost and nothing. didn't leave the slightest tail" "Well, I'll rest assured that you can do something"

"Master. Mo Daoyou you. When the three old guys on the other side heard Yun Feizi's name for Mo Yan, their faces instantly changed, and they looked like they were alive and in amazement.

"Huh. Could it be that a few people felt that Mo was too young to convince the public. Mo Yan asked the three old men playfully. "Don't dare, don't dare. The Holy Lord is blessed with heaven. After chanting, several old men immediately knelt down on their knees and paid homage to Mo Yan with a Monkey Qi salute. Immediately, Mo Yan's eyes were a black line: "Old thing, how many sins have you done in ancient times." Hao Lai is also a supreme god-casting monk. Why do you need to bow down so much? This is too funny, isn't it?" faced the abrupt actions of the three of them, and instantly Mo Yan was full of little stars.

In fact, Mo Yan doesn't know. In ancient times, the monks below the gods in the Holy Sect all bowed down to the Holy Lord from their hearts. Only monks above the god casting can not bow down. And outside the Holy Religion, regardless of whether they are inside or outside the domain, even the monks who cast the gods to greet the Holy Lord must bow down. Of course, their level is too low, and they may not have the opportunity to see the true face of the Holy Lord in their lifetime.

In ancient times, it was rumored that the Yin Yang Holy Sect was at its most glorious. Together with the many fake immortals who are at the pinnacle of cultivation, when they meet the Holy Lord, they have to bow down to the juniors. This shows the strict hierarchy of the Holy Sect at that time and the majesty of the Holy Sect's Holy Lord. False immortals are like this, not to mention little god-forging monks like Dashiva and them. But after all, Mo Yan was born poor. In addition, his own strength is low, and he really can't adapt for a while.

"No, you can't. The Holy Religion has not yet appeared. The true face of this seat has not yet been confirmed by the world. Such a great gift is well deserved. Please. ”

"Mo Daoyou. The Lord of Obu is a great talent. After more than 1,000 years of cultivation, it has advanced like this. Think of it this way. The old man really felt that time was in a hurry, and everything was like a dream. Dashiva said with a sigh. "Huh. Taoist friends carry love. Mo has had more opportunities over the years. However, there are many wizards in the teaching. I'm not alone. It's not. Yun Daoyou's cultivation has only been more than a thousand years, and now he is also cultivating as a god. ”

"This. Apparently, a group of people amazed Mo Yan's casual words and became speechless. I had to pull my old face and laugh. One is already against the sky. And that's not all. Which of them is not the role of a sect leader and ancestor. And everywhere in the Holy Religion. This still makes people not live.

"You're all right. Mo Yan looked at the familiar figures pouring out of the mountain gate and asked with concern. Yatta, who was already a god cultivator, couldn't help but be excited when she saw her brother and eldest brother as usual and a warm smile as usual. And Yaxin was also full of affection at this time. As for Dino and Sindell, their eyes were staring directly at their little brother Yun Feizi who was standing behind Mo Yan. Through the crowd, you can see the unconcealable excitement in the eyes of the two old guys. In this regard, Yun Feizi was helpless. You don't have to think about Mo Yan to guess what the two old things are thinking: "I can transform the god into a god-casting brother." What a glorious thing it is. I think that the two old things were just to make their mouths cheap, so they coaxed Yun Feizi to worship. That's good. It's really a book that makes a lot of money. ”

"You're good. The real troubled times are coming. The pace of practice is faster. Mo Yan saw Laxman, who stood out from the crowd, his eyes lit up, and he admired sincerely. After all, he and Yun Feizi have different backgrounds. In order to have this achievement. And Laxman was a 'mortal' from head to toe. It is hard to rely on extremely demonic qualifications to achieve today's achievements. For the first time, Mo Yan rose from his heart with a strong sense of jealousy. Of course, it's more about appreciating it from the bottom of my heart.

"The seniors praised it falsely. The younger generations must work harder to practice and live up to the high expectations of the seniors. Laxman said with great interest to Mo Yan as a junior salute.

"It's been a long time," Mo Yan turned his head and said warmly to Yaxin. The latter just blushed like a little daughter and didn't say a word. "Three. This is where the landmark of my new sect is. After all, it's not ready for the present world. All the news is still expected to be kept confidential," "Sect Leader rest assured. We will definitely restrain the people of the door to cultivate with all their hearts and minds, and keep their mouths shut. ”

"Master. I'm waiting for this to go. "Two days after drinking and reminiscing about the millennium of changes with the Hindu people. Mo Yan and his party set off again and rushed towards the west.

"Yun Daoyou. Do you know where Mo went? "Styx Mountain, Styx, Stygian Tree. The sect leader's subordinates guessed correctly. "Huh. Brother Yun, who knows me. After all, it is the inheritance of true immortals. When Mo first entered the underworld, his mana was low, and he didn't feel anything. Now I think about it. This mountain and the river contain great secrets. It's still time to check it out. ”

"I'm just afraid that those old guys won't buy your account. Yun Feizi said half-jokingly. "Huh. You don't have to worry about that. How you did it back then. Mo can only say that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. "What. It's none other than you, the Master. "I can't say it. Nothing can be said. Mo Yan led everyone forward with a mysterious face. After all, the cultivation has already reached their level. The fixed-point teleportation distance of thousands of miles really can't delay much time.

"I remember that the Underworld Mountain Gate was in this underground space back then. I don't know what happened to the old people for nearly a thousand years. Mo Yan and the others stood in the void and looked towards the ruins of the Underworld Death City. The smoke of the war is long gone. How can the little mortal city withstand the struggle of peerless combat power. It has long been turned into the dust of history and drowned in the mountains and forests. It's just that it can be vaguely discerned from the fragments of broken bricks and tiles scattered around, so it can't be said that it was a city long ago.

"Are you alright? "Nearly a thousand years have passed. Mo Yan's heart has been thinking about the dream woman who has had a skin-to-skin relationship with him.

"Whoosh. A voice note shot out from Mo Yan's hand. Rushing towards the location of the ancient teleportation channel in memory. After an hour had passed since several people waited anxiously and anxiously. A snow-white fluttering