Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

In fact, when he walked to the burial of Martial God, the cold air under the abyss was already terrifying.

If it weren't for Ye Guyun by his side, Mo Que himself would not be able to withstand the cold air at all.

After walking a distance, Mo Que's face turned pale even with Ye Guyun beside him.

He needs to run the energy of the sun madly in his body to be able to bear it. This is still under the condition that Ye Guyun blocked 90% of the cold air for him.

This shows how terrifying this place is.

"It's here!" Ye Guyun suddenly stopped and said, "This is the end of Jiyuan and the source of all cold air."

Mo Que looked forward and suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his scalp.

He has always been fearless and fearless, but at this moment he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw that this place is full of jade-like flowers of the past, and the more you go, the more you go.

In the place where thousands of flowers are blooming, there is a figure lying.

She is a woman, and she is lying quietly among thousands of dead flowers.

The woman was wearing a long white dress, with a mask made of ice by Zhang Han on her face, so she couldn't see her face.

The scene in front of her has a different kind of beauty, like a fairy sleeping quietly in front of her.

But this is not what shocked Mo Que. What shocked him was that the woman was exuding a boundless chill.

He instantly understood that all the cold air under the abyss originated from this woman.

"Who is this woman?" Mo Que asked Ye Guyun beside him.

"I don't know!" Ye Guyun shook his head and said, "But it is certain that this is just a corpse, and it has been dead for thousands of years, even 10,000 years!"

"A corpse that has been dead for 10,000 years?" Mo Que's scalp was numb again, and he said, "After 10,000 years of death, the body is Immortal, and there is such a terrifying cold on the body?"

What kind of existence was this woman before her death, and her corpse is so terrifying after her death!

"The world is vast, you and I are nothing but ants, there are many people and many things that are beyond the understanding of the world!" Ye Guyun's face was solemn, and he seemed to be extremely jealous of the female corpse.

The two stopped far away, not daring to get too close.

"Let's go!"

As if he didn't want to stay here for too long, Ye Guyun took Mo Que and turned to leave.

On the way to leave, Mo Que's heart was always shocked, and what he saw today had a huge impact on him.

First, this man of unknown origin, whose strength is unfathomable, helped him open up the world with one finger.

Later, I saw the woman again. She had been dead for many years, and the cold air emanating from her body made the world think that she was leading to the underworld under the abyss.

Leaving directly from the bottom of the abyss and returning to the ground, Mo Que really felt relieved.

"As strong as the woman under Jiyuan, she will inevitably die. Cultivation is a very long road, and you don't know where it will end!"

Ye Guyun looked at the sky, sighed with emotion, then patted Mo Que's shoulder and said, "You have great potential, cultivate well. If you can't jump out of the world, you and I are just ants!"

Mo Que agreed, and was silent for a while.

He thought that under the Emperor Realm, all were ants.

But the woman under Jiyuan might still be above the Emperor Realm, but she still died.

"Shh!"

Ye Guyun took one step and disappeared into the sky. He appeared suddenly, walked crisply, and acted freely and elegantly, which left a deep impression on Mo Que.

After obtaining the body of Martial God, Mo Que no longer stayed in Quanzhou, but escaped into the ground and left quietly.

"Have you heard, Xianmeng summoned all the disciples who passed the competition to rush to Xianmeng within ten days!"

"I've heard it for a long time, the geniuses who have passed the competition in various states have already left."

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In the past few days, the most talked about topic in all parts of the Baizhou is the summoning of the Immortal Alliance.

After all, everyone who can enter the Immortal League through the competition of the Hundred States is the true pride of the heavens, attracting the envy of many people.

Mo Que made a trip back to Yanzhou, and told Yuling Mountain Master that he had received the imperial artifact and wanted to borrow it temporarily.

The owner of Yuling Mountain agreed immediately. After all, Mo Que was kind to Yuling Mountain, and there was no one who could mobilize Luan Xingfan in Yuling Mountain.

However, when he learned that Mo Que was going to the Xianmeng, the Mountain Master Yuling proposed something and asked the little girl named Yuchan to follow him.

"According to the rules of the Xianmeng, the genius who entered the Xianmeng through the competition can bring his followers and servants." Yuling Mountain Master said: "The Martial King entered the Xianmeng, specializing in cultivation, and someone to take care of his life."

These things, Mo Que naturally knows.

Nowadays, all over the Baizhou, there are many young geniuses from major forces who are willing to serve as slaves and servants to those young people on the Haori List.

After all, as long as you follow these people, you can enter the Immortal League. Even if you are not a disciple of the Immortal League, you can cultivate in the Immortal League.

"I'm afraid it's not very convenient for this matter!" Mo Que smiled bitterly.

It seems that Yulingshan decided that he had taken a fancy to the little girl named Yuchan, and wanted to use this to let him bring the little girl into the Immortal League.

But when he went to the Immortal Alliance, there were many dangers. Not only was the Immortal Alliance likely to be the culprit in destroying Martial Dao, but he also wanted to take his blood to achieve Mo Shang.

It is already dangerous for him to go to the Immortal League, how can he dare to bring others?

"I am the imperial weapon of Yuling Mountain. After all, it is in your hands, Martial King. Naturally, I have to let the people of Yuling Mountain follow Martial King, so that I can rest assured." The master of Yuling Mountain seems to have expected Mo Que to refuse, and has already prepared a speech. .

Speaking of which, how could Mo Que refuse? Had to laugh bitterly, agreeing to this.

"Since that's the case, I'm leaving!" Mo Que took Yuchan and left Yuling Mountain.

From childhood to adulthood, Yuchan, who left Yuling Mountain alone for the first time, was full of anxiety and followed Mo Que closely, as if she was afraid of being thrown by Mo Que.

"Yuchan, what Cultivation Base are you now?" Mo Que asked.

The little girl's face turned red, like an apple, she lowered her head and said timidly, "Yuan... Yuanshi Qi!"

She squeezed the corner of her own clothes tightly, for fear of being rejected by Mo Que.

Because she had heard that Mo Que was the youngest realm in Baizhou at the age of sixteen.

She is also sixteen now, but only in the Primordial Qi Realm.

"No wonder your grandfather doesn't believe me when I say you are talented."

Mo Que smiled wryly again, Yuchan's talent is not actually a Northern Medicine, but it is naturally far inferior to those top talents in Baizhou.

It's just that Mo Que said that this little girl has extraordinary talent, and it's not nonsense. This little girl's physique is very special. If you cultivate Martial Dao, you will definitely not be weaker than anyone.

"Chan'er's aptitude is mediocre, she can't compare to Martial King!" Yuchan lowered her head, only daring to look at Mo Que's toes.

She remembered that the young Martial King in front of her praised her for her extraordinary talent, but she had her own talent, and she knew it as well as her grandfather.

The little girl understands everything, and she also heard the meaning of his grandfather's words that day. Since then, she has been thinking about it every day. Could it be that this Martial King really fell in love with her?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but raise my head, glanced at Mo Que secretly, and lowered his face hurriedly, his face flushed like a ripe tomato.