The Secret Realm of the Divine Source.

Mo Yu pushed open the gate of the yard, looked at the quiet woman behind him, and said, "You will live here for some time in the future."

Qin Qing'er bowed and said, "Yes."

"I will notify you in time if there is any news about Lord Qingzun."

"Thank you, sir."

"What other needs do you have?"

"No."

Mo Yu paused, looked at her familiar and perfect face, and whispered: "Uncle Qin should have told you that you and me had known each other a long time ago. It was only because you burned the soul to split that part of your memory."

Qin Qing'er paused slightly and quickly recovered as before, "My father did mention this to me."

"If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago. I have always remembered this friendship in my heart." Mo Yu frowned, showed a thoughtful look, and said after a while: "Actually, there is another thing I think I should tell you."

"Sir, I'm a little tired."

Mo Yu glanced at her and nodded, "In this way, I won't disturb you anymore, say goodbye."

Without hesitation, he turned around and strode away.

Qin Qing'er raised her head and bit her lips gently, showing a pale look.

"Hey! Such a good opportunity, Xiao Momo is about to speak, you actually stopped him! Girl Qin, are you crazy? You really want to live a lonely life!" The lazy and charming voice, at this moment, revealed a sense of anger and disappointment, which sounded directly in her heart.

"He has a wife and children now. So what if he says it, let me be a third party who destroys his family?"

"This... a man is upright and has a strong position as a man. With Mo Yu's status, he is more than enough to marry three wives and four concubines. At worst, you are not of different sizes from Shui Zhilong, and it will not damage the reputation of the ancient lineage at all! Qin girl, the opportunity is right in front of you. If you miss it, you will regret it in the future and it will be too late to cry!"

Qin Qing'er's face showed a little red glow, feeling helpless about her mouth, but she whispered: "What I want is everything that belongs to me alone. Since he cannot give up the mother and daughter of Zhilong in the Shui Shui, why should I let him speak and make things difficult for him? Don't mention this matter in the future."

"Oh! Don't blame my sister for not reminding you. I seem to have seen it. You will cry bitterly because of regret in the future. It's really miserable! It's really miserable!" The charming voice sighed and continued to silence.

Qin Qing'er was silent for a while, her beautiful eyes gradually showed firmness, and she said softly: "I don't regret it."

...

In the room, Mo Yu sat quietly, his eyebrows slightly frowned, revealing a faint sense of helplessness.

Shui Zhilong walked gently behind him, put his hands on the corner of his eyebrows, and rubbed them gently, "Qin Qing'er, do you want me to help you speak? Maybe she can listen to me."

"No need for Long'er." Mo Yu patted her hand, "Maybe, she already knew something, but she didn't want me to say it. Since that's the case, let her go, there is no need to force it."

"But……"

"Okay, I understand your thoughts, but this may not be the best result." Mo Yu turned around and stopped her plump and soft waist. "In another two days, I will choose to go into seclusion and practice quietly for a while."

He didn't look strange in his expression.

But Shui Zhilong guessed his thought, "Is your husband worried about the Saint Sect of the Wild Wild?"

"Yes." Since I said this thoroughly, Mo Yu did not hide it. "Su Xuanyi is not dead, I am a little uneasy after all. He is definitely not the one who is waiting to die."

"Maybe I thought about it more, but if I'm more cautious, I'll be fine."

...

Among the steep mountains, platforms stand in all directions, and the space is twisted and makes people unable to see clearly. Every moment, there are vast powers of heaven and earth, pouring into it like rivers.

Mo Yu sat cross-legged, and the time flow rate of his body reached two hundred times that of the outside world. In one day, it has been more than half a year here.

The black spear stands on the platform, and most of the infinite gathering of heaven and earth elemental powers are absorbed by it.

On the surface of the gun body, blood veins appear. If you look closely, you will find that they are slowly squirming and growing, becoming increasingly dense, complex and exquisite.

A mysterious and powerful aura slowly emanated from the black spear and spread throughout the stone platform. Refining the Pojun and obtaining some divine sources of the Jiuyou Blood Cauldron. It is rushing towards the level of the artifact.

If the black spear can successfully advance to the artifact, Mo Yu's combat power will undoubtedly soar. As for Qingzun, he did not have the idea of ​​refining it and devouring his cultivation, but he would not release him for a while.

Because only in his current state can he have absolutely strong strength and can deal with all the troubles from the Sacred Sect of the Wild Sect.

However, it is extremely complicated and difficult to promote the artifact. Even if the black spear is fully qualified to be promoted and has the help of the divine source, it is unknown how long it will take to complete this matter.

Fortunately, in this process, Mo Yu was not completely unrealized. He witnessed the birth of the artifact, felt its breath, and some enlightenment and experience appeared quietly in his heart.

Unconsciously, Mo Yu had a clearer and more intuitive feeling of his own power. He gradually became a little immersed in it, wondering how long time had passed quietly.

Suddenly, a breath fluctuated, and came from outside the platform. Mo Yu frowned slightly and his eyes opened.

He had already ordered that there was no need to disturb the matter. Could something unexpected happened?

Turning his thoughts, he glanced at the black spear, and his figure flew out.

Yunfeng hurriedly saluted and said respectfully: "See Lord Mo Yu."

"Brother Yun doesn't have to be polite." Mo Yu smiled. With a brief sense, he knew that he had been in seclusion for more than two years, and more than four hundred years have passed on the platform, but he did not have any boring or long feelings.

Perhaps, as your cultivation level improves, you will be very common and you will be in seclusion and practice hard for thousands of years.

After calming down his thoughts, he said, "What happened?"

Yun Feng's face was a little strange, but he still spoke respectfully, "Report to the great master, the news came from the Taibai Sword Sect of Dalizai that a strong man climbed the mountain gate and injured the seven sword masters in a row. He said bluntly that he wanted the Sword Sect to repay the blood feud of the family back then, otherwise he would not die."

Mo Yu frowned, and then he remembered that he was still the leader of the Sword Sect and pressed his mind and said, "What kind of hatred is it?"

"This person only said that he was from the Lei family in the Central Region Continent. Many years ago, the family was wiped out by the Sword Sect and seized the Stroke Thunder Sword Technique of its clan."

Yun Feng smiled bitterly. If it weren't for the Taibai Sword Sect, there would be no need to disturb Lord Mo Yu in this matter. However, that person's strength was indeed extremely strong, and there were only a few opponents in the demigod level.

The Lei family in the Central Region, the Fenglei Sword Intent...

Mo Yu's face suddenly showed a look of thought. Many years ago, the scene on the top of the mountain could not help but emerge.

Could it be that this is related?

After a brief pause, he looked up and said, "I will go and check this matter in person."

...

The Great Freedom Taibai Sword Sect and the Protection Sect Array have been opened, and billions of sword lights soar into the sky, with a sharp aura that can break the sky and crack the earth!

But at this time, all the disciples of the Sword Sect were filled with grief and anger. Looking at the figure outside the protecting sect formation, a little awe flashed in their eyes from time to time.

In any case, this person's sword is the only one they have seen in their lives, and even the sword masters are far inferior to each other.

"After this incident, my Sword Sect's reputation will definitely be damaged!"

"It's really a shame!"

"Who can take action and kill this wild cultivator away!"

As the conversation was full of discussion, a cold voice suddenly sounded, "Hmph! Although this wild cultivator is a powerful swordsman, there is one person in my sword sect that is far more than him!"

"Ah? Who is it?"

"Speak quickly!"
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