"Although this altar is small, it is more heavy than the mountains, and it is sealed with endless qi and blood. It is extremely violent." Mo Yu spoke slowly and said slowly as he saw what he saw at the stronghold of the Barbarian Holy Sect.

Everyone's faces could not help but vibrate, and their eyes seemed to be extremely solemn.

At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from the corner of the hall, "Blood-gathering altar!"

The body of the Death Monarch trembled slightly, and his gloomy face was full of murderous intent.

Mo Yu suddenly turned around, "Fellow Taoist knows this thing?"

Looking at the blood-colored round altar, after a while, the Death Monarch retracted his gaze and closed his eyes and nodded slightly. He noticed his violent mood swings at this moment, Mo Yu was anxious, but suppressed his continued questioning.

After a while, he opened his eyes and said in a low voice: "There is a secret technique in the inheritance of my Death Clan that can absorb bloodlines of the same clan and inject it into the bodies of the outstanding talents of the clan through the power of the altar, helping them to cultivate to the upper level, and even forcibly improve their cultivation."

"If what you said is right, the use of the Saint Sect of the Barbarian Sect is the inheritance of my Dead Clan, and it has been changed on it."

His voice remained calm, but it was from his bone marrow. His soul was full of murderous intent. The Dead Clan had been destroyed. The secret technique of his clan inheritance was in the hands of the Barbarian Holy Sect. The cause and effect of this was not difficult to guess.

Mo Yu was silent for a moment, "May fellow Taoist be sure?"

"I'll check this round altar and you'll know."

"good."

The Death Monarch reached out to take it, and his palm slowly stroked the texture on it, and a faint layer of death breath surged out from his palm. After a while, he raised his head and said affirmatively: "I can be sure that this technique originated from my Death Clan."

Mo Yu frowned and suddenly said, "According to what fellow Taoist sees, will the person who has been used this technique still have a chance to survive?" Seeing that he was puzzled, he was silent for a moment and bowed, "To be honest with Taoist fellow Taoist, my father is the lord of Shenyang. My mother was captured by the Barbarian Holy Sect many years ago, and may still be alive now."

Only Qin Gu, Xiao Ao, Xun Zhao and Xun Liang knew about this. When the rest of the people heard this, their faces suddenly showed a tremor.

Ji Ge, Shi Feidao, and Yan Yan came back to their senses and smiled bitterly when they looked at each other. No wonder Mo Yu could easily obtain the power left by the Lord of Divine Yang, and it turned out that this was the case.

The hatred of killing your father is irreconcilable, and there is also the hatred of destroying your family!

Knowing this, they will understand how firm Mo Yu’s heart is to destroy the Barbarian Holy Sect.

Qin Gu said in a deep voice: "To prevent the Barbarian Holy Sect from responding, this matter is top secret. You must not tell the second person to know."

Upon hearing this, the monks in the hall nodded slowly.

The Dead Monarch was extremely grateful for Mo Yu's honesty and trust. Moreover, to some extent, the two were both enemies of the Barbarian Holy Sect's immortality, so they naturally became more close. After thinking for a while, he slowly said: "The Barbarian Holy Sect used it to improve the secret technique of the self-destructive Nether Clan. If nothing unexpected happens, there should be a way to rescue the person being used. After all, the ancestors of our clan created this technique just to help the younger generations of the clan go further on the road of cultivation, rather than to encourage internal strife to each other."

After pausing, he continued to speak, "It's just that I can't give a positive answer to fellow Daoist Mo Yu at the moment, but give me some time to start from this blood-colored round altar, and you can infer the results."

Mo Yu bowed and said, "In this way, it will be a blessing for fellow Taoists."

The Death Monarch nodded, "I will do my best."

While speaking, carefully put the blood-colored round altar.

After this incident, the atmosphere in the hall dropped significantly, and everyone talked again, and Qin Gu, led by the four ancient lineages, said goodbye and left.

In the courtyard, Mo Yu, Xun Zhao and Xun Liang sat around the table, and the fragrance of wine filled the air.

Xun Zhao hesitated for a moment and spoke slowly, "It is a good thing to turn around for aunt's affairs, but junior brother must also be prepared. Don't have too much hope before things are clear."

At this moment, it is not appropriate to mention these things, but to avoid Mo Yu caring too much, if the result is not good, he may not be able to withstand such a blow. After all, not long ago, three strongholds of the Barbaric Holy Sect were destroyed and died at the Altar of Juxue, and countless monks...

Xunliang nodded and said nothing.

Mo Yu raised his hand and drank it, put down the wine jar, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, two senior brothers, I'm ready in my heart, but even if it's just hope, I will fight for it with all my strength."

There was endless determination in the sound.

Xun Zhao's face was slightly relaxed and he showed a gentle smile, "If you can do this, I will be relieved for you. Junior Brother Xunliang and I will definitely help you with all our strength." He stood up and said, "We have gained something in recent times. We will be in seclusion for a short time before the battle. Junior Brother is also relaxed a little. Don't let yourself live too tiring, otherwise it will be unbeautiful."

Watching the two figures leave, Mo Yu raised his hand and took another sip, and walked closer with a gentle footstep, then there was the familiar faint fragrance.

Shui Zhilong's beautiful eyes showed care, and he reached out to keep him gently, comforted him, "Don't worry, mother-in-law has a good fortune, and he will definitely be fine."

Mo Yu patted her hand, took a breath, and suppressed her tumbling mood.

These things are not varied by his will. Now that he thinks too much now, it is of no benefit at all, and it can only make people worry about him.

All Mo Yu can do is to do his best!

"Let's go and take it back, Yaya?"

"Okay." Shui Zhilong smiled, "This girl hasn't seen you for a while, so she's clamoring to miss her father."

Mo Yu's face was slightly soft, so he put down the wine jar, stood up and stopped her waist, and his figure whistled away.

In the courtyard, Yaya was lying on the stone table, holding her chin with her hands, looking a little out of her mind.

Qingling approached and saw that she had no reaction. She couldn't help but smile and shook her head, "If you want to go home, go now. Lord Mo Yu should have gone back."

"Ah! Teacher!" Yaya hurriedly got up, her face turned slightly red, but now she shook her head when she heard this, "Mother said that Daddy has a noble status in the clan, but because of this, I have to abide by the rules and not to embarrass my father. There are still two days before the date of returning home. Now when I go back, I am afraid that Daddy will be angry."

Seeing that she was well-behaved and sensible, Qinglin nodded secretly, and then a gentle voice came from outside the yard, "Little girl, did you know that I was coming, so you said this on purpose."

Yaya looked surprised and trotted open the door, "Dad!" and grabbed his big hand and never wanted to let go.

She grew up with her mother since she was a child, and Yaya has countless fantasies about her father.

And as she grew up, she realized what status her father had in the clan, and that pride and pride made Yaya become more admiring and dependent on Mo Yu.

Mo Yu rubbed her head and smiled and said, "Qingling, I will break your rules again and take her back for a few days."

Qingling naturally had no objection, so she took out a few jade bottles and presented them with her hands, "You still have to take these elixirs every day."

"Okay." Mo Yu took it, feeling a little guilty. He had never devoted himself to Yaya's cultivation.

Moreover, Shui Zhilong's cultivation level should also be improved, so that even if there is an accident, she can still have some self-protection power.

The thoughts changed, and he had already made a rough idea of ​​the arrangements for the next few days.

When he returned to the courtyard, the family of three sat down. Mo Yu thought for a while and said slowly: "Long'er, in the past few days, I am going to find a way to improve your cultivation and help Yaya lay a foundation for future practice."

Shui Zhilong was very clear about his mind and had already figured out what he meant in a blink of an eye, but he didn't say much, just nodded obediently.

Because she knew that only in this way could Mo Yu feel at ease.

Mo Yu smiled and stood up and said, "So, you mother and daughter are talking. I want to walk to Lord Xiao Ao and come back soon."

When he left, Yaya asked curiously: "Mom, why did Dad suddenly mention these things?"

Shui Zhilong held her, "Because my father is a responsible person, he hopes that no matter what happens, we mother and daughter can live well. In the future, Yaya will grow up and will have people she likes, but you must remember that if you make a choice, you must find someone who is sincere to you and can rely on."

Yaya seemed to understand, but suddenly clapped her hands and said, "It's just Daddy!"

Shui Zhilong nodded, and a little worry flashed deep in her eyes. She could see everything clearly, but she was hidden in her heart and never said it.

Valley and Medium-sized courtyard.

After hearing Mo Yu's request clearly, Xiao Ao nodded to express his understanding, waved his hand to signal Mo Yu to sit down, pondered for a long time, then said: "Shui Zhilong's cultivation is in the Great Lord Realm. If you take action, it is very simple to shape an immortal cultivation. When you make a breakthrough in your cultivation in the future, you can also start to improve her cultivation again."

His meaning is very clear, immortality is the best choice, and if you want to be at a higher level, it will not be beautiful.

Mo Yu was also very clear about this and nodded with a smile, "Master Xiaoao is the same as I think, but I want to choose an immortal cultivation relic suitable for Long'er's own qualifications, and it is best to be slightly stronger."

Xiao Ao sighed, smiled on his face, and nodded, "It should be. Over the years, there have been many immortals in the tribe. I have left many relics of cultivation in my hands, one of which should meet your needs."

He turned his hand and had already taken out a jade box, which was translucent. One of the round beads suspended in the faint mist was clearly visible. The pure and powerful qi and blood power slowly radiated from it.

"This relic of cultivation comes from a fallen female cultivator of our clan. Her cultivation is at the peak of immortality and soul. What do you think of Mo Yu when choosing this bead?"

Mo Yu took the jade box and carefully sensed it for a few breaths, "Okay! Just use this thing, thank you Lord Xiaoao."

"With your contribution to the clan, what is a mere immortal cultivation relic?" Xiao Ao waved his hand and said, "In addition, I will personally go to the clan treasures to choose the best treasures for Yaya and lay the foundation for future cultivation."

"Then there will be Lord Lao Xiao Ao." Mo Yu stood up, "It's unexpected that I will take Long'er and his daughter out of the Secret Realm of the Divine Source. At that time, Lord Xiao Ao will come to find me with his breath sense."

"Be careful, you should go first, I'll arrive soon."

Mo Yu bowed and turned around and left with great strides.
Chapter completed!