Chapter 108

The far north cold region of the flaming country.

There is a valley that has been shrouded in cold for many years.

In the valley.

Mo Dao and Mo Zong sit opposite each other.

He is crossing his knees and closing his eyes, breathing for a long time, and carrying out some deep-seated cultivation.

On them, the true power of martial arts emerged.

A moment later, they finished their work and opened their eyes.

"It's too slow! If it goes on like this, it will take ten years at the fastest to step into the realm of martial saint!"

Mo Zong frowned and said.

"Simply absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth into the true power of martial arts is the most common cultivation method. If there is no five-level gathering spirit array here, let alone ten years, even a hundred years, it may not be able to break through."

"Unfortunately, the change in moyunling was too sudden. If we came a few years later, even a year, our situation would not be like this!"

Mo Dao said. Speaking of the back, there was a trace of anger in his eyes.

"According to the records of ancient books in the family, the seal in Moyun mountain is almost unbreakable. It's impossible to dissolve it from inside!"

Hearing this, Mo Dao looked slightly, "do you mean that someone broke the seal from the outside?"

At this point, his face suddenly became gloomy.

"I know what you think, but I still want to advise you that you'd better not have that idea. Since that person can break the seal, the means and strength must not be comparable to us!" Mo Zong said faintly.

"Damn!" Mo Dao punched the ground and the ground shook.

"If the Mo nationality had not suffered the misfortune of that year, who would dare to provoke it with the details of the Mo nationality?"

Mo Zong also smiled bitterly, but his eyes flashed a wisp of longing.

At this time.

Mo Chi, dressed in black robes and with an ugly face, hurried in from the outside.

"I'd like to tell you something," said Mo chigong.

"Why, don't you see that labor and capital are in a bad mood now? Talk quickly and fart quickly!" Mo said angrily.

Mo Chi's head dropped lower, smiled bitterly, saluted Mo Zong and said, "a few days ago, my ancestor practiced in Moyun mountain and was destroyed. My disciple sent Mo Liu and others to hunt down the man, but I just got the news that the soul jade lamp of Mo Liu and Mo 26 was broken!"

Soul jade lamp.

It is a unique secret method of Mo nationality.

Draw a trace of the soul of the strong in the family and seal it in the jade lamp.

Once the soul jade lamp is broken, it represents the death of the soul master!

"What?"

Hearing the news, Mo Dao felt flustered.

The Mo nationality was once one of the famous great forces in the martial arts world. However, due to some changes, it fell from the clouds and became an eighth class force.

Even Mozu experts are scarce.

People like Mo Liu, who broke through the realm of Wu Zun in a hundred years.

There is great hope to step into the realm of Emperor Wu in the future.

Will become the mainstay of the Mo nationality.

Now?

He's dead!

The mainstay of Mo nationality collapsed!

Originally, because of the matter of Moyun mountain, Mo Dao, who held the fire in his heart, was even more angry. He roared: "who dares to fight against my mo family? Go and find out for me. The emperor wants to take away his three souls and six souls and let him die without a place to bury!"

Compared with Mo Dao, Mo Zong is more calm.

He frowned. "What's going on?"

Seeing that the two ancestors looked bad, Mo Chi quickly explained the causes and consequences, and then added, "according to the feedback from the jade lamp hall, Mo Liu's soul jade lamp was broken three days ago!"

"Three days ago?"

Mo Zong's eyes flashed, "isn't that the day of the change in Moyun mountain?"

In an instant, he looked at Mo Dao, and there were some guesses in his heart.

Then they closed their eyes at the same time and pinched the formula with both hands.

The vigorous martial arts power poured out from the two people and turned into a little spot.

The light spot condenses over their heads and gradually forms a light curtain.

In the light curtain, a figure can be seen faintly!

No matter how much they increase their true strength, they can't turn the shadow into reality.

Mo Dao's pale face flashed a cruel color.

He bit the tip of his tongue, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood essence and sprayed it on the light curtain.

The blurred figure on the light curtain is condensed in an instant.

Then collapse and disappear into the invisible!

"Jie Jie, finally found it. Mo Chi, this time you go in person and bring him back to me." Mo Dao smiled miserably.

……

Outside Yishui city.

The figure in a golden robe is sneaky.

"It's been a day, and I haven't seen anyone come to the door. It seems that the storm of that matter hasn't spread to the Zhao family. That is to say, I can go back now!"

No one else is here.

It was Zhao Fang who escaped from moyunling that day.

He wanted to return to the Zhao family first.

However, they are afraid that the moyunling vision will make people detect themselves and cause trouble to the Zhao family.

So he stayed outside Yishui city.

Just to prevent this.

"It seems that I'm worried too much. However, Yishui city can't stay any longer. This time, I must leave Yishui city with purple transmutation and grandpa."

When Zhao Fang thought like this, he entered Yishui city and walked towards the Zhao family.

All the way.

He carefully concealed his trace to make sure that no one had found it.

So quietly into the Zhao family.

The atmosphere of the Zhao family is very strange.

It's quiet. There are alert people everywhere.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Fang raised his eyebrows.

An ominous premonition sprang up in his heart for no reason.

Without saying a word, he blinked directly and stole away from the room where purple transmutation was located.

Purple transmutation is not in the room.

Even if he let go of his mind and felt around him.

There is no smell of purple transmutation.

"How could this happen?"

Zhao Fang's heart sank inexplicably.

The foreboding grew stronger and stronger.

With a slight frown, Zhao Fang found Zhao Zhengfeng.

"Who?"

Zhao Zhengfeng was practicing with his eyes closed. He seemed to be aware of something. He drank coldly and shot directly.

Zhao Fang's face was expressionless.

In fact, he has been standing here for a long time.

However, the gap between Zhao Zhengfeng and himself is not a speck after all.

If he didn't release a breath slightly, he would not be found if he stood for another ten or eight days.

"Well, put it?"

Zhao Zhengfeng saw that it was Zhao Fang. After being slightly stunned, his face was full of joy and quickly stopped.

Zhao Fang's face was indifferent.

Even in the face of Zhao Zhengfeng's full attack, there was no change.

Calm, a master's demeanor.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhengfeng was surprised and knew that the mysterious little grandson had made a new breakthrough in martial arts cultivation.

"Why are you back!" Zhao Zhengfeng asked hurriedly.

"Grandpa, what happened? Where's purple transmutation?"

Zhao Fang looked at Zhao Zhengfeng and asked calmly.

Although his expression was calm, Zhao Zhengfeng still saw the cold flash in Zhao's eyes.

She smiled bitterly and said guilt: "it's all my fault that I didn't protect her!"

Zhao Fang frowned slightly.

"Grandpa, grandson doesn't mean to blame you. Grandson just wants to know what happened."

"Disaster! That's the disaster of the Zhao family!"

Zhao Zhengfeng murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with fear.

"That night, two mysterious strong men with sickles came to the Zhao family... They killed many people and pointed out that they wanted to find you. But then, the two mysterious strong men found Zichan. Then, the two mysterious strong men shot at Zichan at the same time, but they didn't expect..."

"Didn't think of anything?" Zhao Fang asked.

"Unexpectedly, purple transmutation was unharmed after being attacked by the two mysterious strong men!"

Even after a lapse of nearly a month, the scene of that night was still vivid and echoed in Zhao Zhengfeng's mind.