Chapter 1095

This voice, like the majesty of heaven and earth, contains the anger of thunder. Each syllable has boundless power, shaking the whole glacier, shaking the ground and breaking every inch. Its momentum makes people feel nervous and weak in the heart.

Xuanyuan's careful liver trembled and his face turned white, because Xuanyuan knew that this was definitely an extremely terrible existence of the Mohist school. He was afraid that he had just learned about the collapse of the Mohist School in the "Central China", so he was so rude. No wonder they only know now. Since ancient times, after the ancient sages of the Mohist school left, they began to live in a corner, It's natural that you don't know much about the outside world when the branches are open and the leaves are scattered.

Now all they have in mind is absolute respect for the ancient sages of Mohism. Mohism in the "Central China" can be said to be their greatest faith and their greatest pride in their life, because it is the root of Mohism.

But now it comes from Xuanyuan that the Mohist school was destroyed in the "Central China". How can they accept it?

Just like an invincible existence in one's own heart, it collapsed in an instant. You can imagine what kind of feeling it was.

I saw an old man standing on a dragon and appearing in front of the public. He was not tall and looked a little bent. His face was full of traces of knife cutting and axe carving left by years. His eyes and his temperament gave people incomparable dignity, just like tall mountains. As deep as the sea, it is difficult to predict.

The giant dragon under his feet was cold and bronze, without any anger, but it made people tremble involuntarily. For no reason, he wanted to avoid the eyes of the giant dragon. It seemed that something would break out at any time and run through himself. It was extremely dangerous. Even the war emperor felt a little scared.

"The means you use is the enlightenment method of my Mohist school. You only inherit the descendants of my Mohist family. Tell me what's the matter with the Mohist School in the central China? You know that my Mohist school has the highest Taoism and boundless power. How many people have the ability to destroy my Mohist School?"

The old man looked at Xuanyuan with a sober look in his eyes. Fortunately, someone escaped. Otherwise, they would never know about it. However, they had been longing for and proud of the Mohist school, which collapsed and was destroyed. He still found it difficult to accept. This feeling is difficult for ordinary people to understand, I'm afraid that if the remaining Mohists know, it will set off a storm.

"It seems that you still doubt my identity. Forget it, I shouldn't take such a high risk to come to 'southern yanxianzhou' to find a blood left by the holy ancestor. I'd better go. I didn't expect to be turned away when I came to my family's door. It's really difficult. If people drink water and know the cold and warm, I should have understood that even if there is a blood inheritance in this world People may not be able to accommodate you. Just let me go and let me leave safely, and I'll be satisfied. " Xuanyuan's face was lonely and sad. His eyes were full of heartache and pain. It was like he had worked hard all the way here, but all his efforts turned into running water. As soon as the voice fell, he would turn and leave.

Long Yu, yuan'er and Zhan Huang were stunned directly, because at this moment, they also felt that Xuanyuan was really the son and son of Mohism, stunned.

"Bastard! The 'central China' is the foundation of our Mohist school. Now the children in distress come to take refuge. Why don't you invite them in and let them stay outside?" A roar of anger came from within the prohibition of ice and fire, and a roar of anger came. It shocked the old man standing on the dragon to nod again and again, and he knew he was impolite.

"Come on, come in quickly. I was just in a hurry. I wanted to know the situation of the Mohist School in the central China. Please forgive me for my impoliteness." The old man quickly bowed to Xuanyuan and his party and sincerely apologized.

Xuanyuan looked pleased and touched it. Embarrassed, he nodded:

"In fact, it's nothing. I've been running away and busy all the way, wandering between life and death. Most of the people I met are bad people, so I'm discouraged. I didn't report much hope here. I also have some bad places. I shouldn't spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

Xuanyuan changed his face very quickly. He heard Zhan Huang's face twitch. Xuanyuan was a talent.

He was sure that Xuanyuan had nothing to do with Mohism, but how did Xuanyuan's Mohist magic power come from? Did it come from the magic power created by the "body of all changes"? It's so magical that the other party is still a figure of half step emperor, so he recognized him! There will never be a fake.

The old man who stepped on the Dragon waved his hand and shrouded it with an aura, bringing Xuanyuan and his party to the place where the "ice Flame Mountain" was located.

There was a flash of light in front of them, and they were in a trance without the slightest force of spatial fluctuation. Everything came quietly. Xuanyuan looked around, but he couldn't see any doorway at all. Until the light in front of him gradually faded away, Xuanyuan only saw an ice wall, glittering and mellow, depicting all kinds of Avenue traces on it, The breath of ancient sages overflowed throughout the "iceberg".

There is plenty of fighting spirit between heaven and earth here, and there is the mysterious sound of the ancient sage Avenue in the avenue of heaven and earth. Practicing here is far better than most places in "Southern yanxianzhou", but such places are extremely rare. In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, the whole Mohist School chose to hide from the world.

Xuanyuan looked at all this in front of him and his heart moved:

"I want to come here is the home created by the ancient sages of Mohism and the women of 'Southern Yan Xianzhou'. Obviously, many means can not be laid by non ancient sages. After generations of reproduction, there is such a grand occasion now!"

Xuanyuan can feel that there are countless experts in this "ice Flame Mountain". Everyone is a sage, modest and courteous, and everyone loves and supports each other.

"Well, your boy used this excuse to sneak in. Let's see how you deal with it later." The greedy old man laughed and shouted unkindly, obviously to see Xuanyuan deal with these old Mohist monsters.

Xuanyuan shrugged, completely indifferent attitude:

"It doesn't matter. As long as I tell the truth, I don't believe they will kill me. They ignore me. I have no choice but to do so."

"Then I can only bless you in my heart." The greedy old man thought for a moment, and felt the same. After all, Xuanyuan is an atmospheric transporter of the human race. He has made great contributions to the "Southern yanxianzhou". It's unreasonable to kill Xuanyuan. In particular, the Mohist school is still the inheritance of ancient sages. If he dares to harm Xuanyuan, he will hit his ancestors in the face. No one will do so, and no one dares, An aristocratic family inherited by sages has absolute respect for their ancestors!

"What's your name, child?" Although Xuanyuan is a child from the Mohist school, in the eyes of the old man, Xuanyuan is only a child after all. His voice is gentle and his look is a little apologetic. Obviously, Xuanyuan has suffered a lot of pain along the way. As an elder, he should give some comfort to his younger generation.

"My name is Xuanyuan!" Xuanyuan raised his head, straightened his chest and said in a heavy voice.

"Xuanyuan? Mo Xuanyuan?" The Dragon at the feet of the old man turned into a huge dragon boat and left in the air.

"No, it's just called Xuanyuan." Xuanyuan is serious.

"As a son and son of my Mohist family, why don't you have a surname of Mo?" The old man stared and asked in a heavy voice. It's not his fault, because the son of the Mohist family doesn't have a surname of mo. it's very outrageous. He's just an unworthy descendant.

"Well, you take the people who can make decisions in this' iceberg 'to talk to me. At that time, all the truth will be explained and you will understand." Xuanyuan looked mysterious.

"... you?" Concerning the safety of Mohism, the old man didn't dare to carry a trace of it. A moment later, an old man with black hair stepped out, but his breath was even older.

"I can still be the master in Mohism. What do you think, just say it?"

In front of him, the dark haired old man looked at Xuanyuan with an unfathomable smile on his mouth.

Xuanyuan got goose bumps for no reason and said with a dry smile:

"In fact, I am not a descendant of Mohism."

As soon as he said this, Mo Teng, the old man on the Dragon changed his face and shouted again:

"You are not the son and son of my Mohist school. Why are you the supreme ancient art of my Mohist school? This art only inherits the legitimate blood of my Mohist School..."

Xuanyuan immediately interrupted Mo Teng's words and said loudly and forcefully:

"In ancient times, Mohist sages left their orthodoxy, will and spirit unreservedly in the 'central Shenzhou' and 'southern yanxianzhou', regardless of you and me. What is it to inherit only your direct descendants of Mohism? How much did you appreciate the love and selflessness of Mohist sages in ancient times?"

Mo Teng was blocked by Xuanyuan's sentence, and his eyes stared at Xuanyuan.

"Hehe, little brother, welcome to our Mohist village, but the Mohist magic you cultivate seems to be more exquisite than what we cultivate. You should have received the true inheritance of the supreme Taoist art of Mohism. This is your luck. You ask for advice in this way. I want to know what's the matter with you?"

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding scenes changed again. Longyu and zhanhuang didn't expect that Xuanyuan had just cheated them and now admitted it. Looking at this situation, do you have to send them out again?