Mo Yu closed his eyes and seemed to feel the terrifying power that fell from the sky back then. He directly cut off half of the city and shattered it into pieces. Countless lives withered in that instant.

There were countless blurred faces suddenly appearing in his mind, all of whom were staring wide, looking at the sky above his head and showing endless horror.

The invisible depression enveloped Mo Yu's entire mind, making every breath between his mouth and nose become extremely heavy. The air inhaled into his body was like a knife, cutting his trachea hard, causing a burst of burning pain.

Although they have never seen each other and even lived in different eras, they are his tribe members after all, and they have the same bloodline as him!

His eyes suddenly opened, and the coldness and deep sadness were filled with the sound of the coldness. Mo Yu's figure moved and fell into the city.

It is such a huge, well-connected main roads and neat and dense buildings beside the wide and long streets, all of which talk about its prosperity back then.

But now, all the prosperity is shattered like bubbles, leaving only a dead city that is always shrouded in the darkness. There is the sound of the wind in my ears, and the whimpering miserable whimpering, like the souls wandering here for endless years, telling something to the only tribe-people in this world.

Mo Yu's eyes fell to the long street. This was a small blacksmith shop. The fire had been extinguished and two black dead bones snuggled together.

When he walked closer and looked at the dry bones with significantly thicker palms, he should be the master here. After a moment of silence, Mo Yu brushed his sleeves and shot out a sword light, quietly sank into the ground, and dug out a tomb pit.

He carefully reached out and picked up two black dead bones, and the curse power that invaded the bones, and immediately merged into Mo Yu's body along the place he touched.

But this time there were some other things in the curse power. He couldn't help but close his eyes and quickly flashed through his mind.

In the bustling huge city, a middle-aged couple guarded a small blacksmith shop. The man had a dark and honest face, naked and strong upper body, constantly hitting the iron blocks on the casting table. He looked up from time to time and looked at the woman pulling the bellows with gentle eyes.

She was slightly fat and not pretty. Her hair was soaked with sweat soaked in her hair and put it on her forehead, but her face, which was roasted by fire, was filled with a happy smile.

This picture is the deepest part of the blacksmith's memory. After his soul was annihilated, it was integrated into the power of curses and preserved. After being absorbed by Mo Yu, it became a part of his memory.

He opened his eyes and looked at the petite dry bone. If nothing unexpected happened, she should be the woman in the picture. Until death came, they hugged each other tightly, using each other's body temperature to dispel the fear in each other's heart.

As the curse power continued to flow into Mo Yu's body, the two dead bones gradually turned from black to white, as if they had broken free from invisible shackles. The bones began to shatter and collapsed bit by bit, and slipped from his fingertips, turning into dust.

As ordinary Xuanhuang clan members, they do not have strong power, and their physical bodies cannot withstand the invasion of the power of time. Only because the curse power is integrated into the bones can they remain to this day. Once they lose their natural dust and return to dust and return to soil.

Perhaps... this is also a complete relief for them.

Mo Yu lowered his head, bowed, and waved his sleeves after a few breaths of silence, rolled up the dust that had been transformed from the bones of the two, and sent it into the tomb pit on the ground. The two had merged with each other, and no one could separate them.

Covered with soil, reach out to take a square piece of iron, and write it with your fingers as a pen to form a few words: The tomb of an unknown couple in the blacksmith shop.

Signature blank.

Mo Yu cannot reveal his identity, at least until he does not have enough power, he cannot reveal any of it.

But one day, he will make up for the signature.

must!

Turning around and leaving, more than ten steps later, a male skeleton appeared in front of him. Before he died, he lay on the ground, lifting his arm hard, as if he wanted to grab something.

Mo Yu buried him. When he touched his bones, he absorbed the curse power in the bones again, and some memories appeared in his mind.

A very pretty woman leaned lazily on the bed, holding a sleeping baby in her arms. He should have been born shortly after his little face was wrinkled and not cute, but the woman looked at him so satisfied and loving. The man was sitting not far away, carefully drawing a scene in front of him, looking at his beloved wife and Lin'er, his eyes were full of gentleness.

Suddenly, the man's face changed. He didn't know what he said, and turned around and rushed out.

The woman sat upright and accidentally woke the child in her arms. He opened his eyes and started crying "Wow" loudly.

The picture ends here.

Looking at the gradually shattered bones, Mo Yu looked in the direction of his body. When death came, was he thinking about his wife and children?

After putting away the dust from the bones, Mo Yu walked towards him with a big finger, passed through a long alleyway, and finally found the same courtyard as in the picture he remembered. Because he absorbed a little of his memory, this courtyard was extremely familiar to Mo Yu.

Following his feelings, two big and small bones soon appeared in front of him. The woman hugged the child in her arms tightly and protected him with her own body, but still could not change his fate of premature death.

The child was still in his infancy, but he had no chance to appreciate the wonderfulness of life. The small curled up into a ball of skeletons fell in Mo Yu's eyes so shocking that his whole heart was pulled up, and he pulled it hard and bursts of pain.

After pursing his lips hard, Mo Yu's face became more determined. He walked lightly to the bones of their mother and son and carefully picked them up.

In order to avoid absorbing the cursed power from their bodies too early, Mo Yu's palms and arms were covered with a thin layer of power, because he wanted to allow their family to be buried together after death.

Mo Yu turned around and left. The bones in his arms were very light, but every step he took was extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulder.

Every step is on the ground, leaving a shallow footprint.

Putting down the skeletons of the mother and son, Mo Yu dug out a tomb pit on the ground. At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew, causing the child's little black skull to fly away.

He died too young and weak, and even the power of cursing could not make his bones strong.

Mo Yu hurriedly reached out to hold the skull, but his body suddenly froze. A picture burst into his soul with an unparalleled visual impact.

A dazzling pale sword light suddenly slashed from the sky. It was so radiant that it covered the sun in the sky.

The huge city on the ground was cut in half in an instant, and the sword burst into pieces and half of it was involved. The terrifying power instantly tore up everything in it, even the earth under the city, forming a bottomless abyss here.

"This sword emperor is united, and uses the Xuanhuang clan's half-city tribe to sacrifice his sword. He practices hard for 170,000 years to achieve great success in the sword art. He will soon enter the sequence of immortality..."

A blurry figure appeared in the sky, and the low voice became the end of the picture.

puff--

Mo Yu opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of blood. Before he could fall, he was shattered into pieces by the terrifying knife intent, turning into a scarlet blood mist.

A picture from countless years ago still contains such a terrifying sword intent, which shows how terrifying the cultivation of this person who cut off the sword light can be seen.

Mo Yu's face was pale, but his eyes were still calm. He looked at the baby skull that turned into dust in his palm, and his eyes gradually became gentle.

"I have found the murderer and you can rest in peace. If there is a cycle of reincarnation in the next life, I hope you can have a complete life."

He buried his family of three, erected a simple tombstone, and continued along the long street, but the words kept echoing in his mind.

The sacrifice of the sword by the half-city clan of the Xuanhuang clan... The sacrifice of the half-city clan of the Xuanhuang clan... The sacrifice of the sword by the half-city clan of the Xuanhuang clan...

Mo Yu's chest gradually became so dull that he could not breathe. He wanted to tear his chest apart. Before entering the land of sin, he had already imagined what kind of scene he would see, and he thought he could bear it, but now he realized that he had overestimated his coldness too much.

He suddenly spoke, his voice was extremely low, as if he was muttering to himself, but he didn't know what he was saying, "There were many enemies back then, and I don't know all of them yet, but at least one has been found."

"At that time he said that he would soon enter the sequence of immortality. It must be a lie, that is, if nothing unexpected happens, he has succeeded now."

"I can try to kill the God Emperor, but I still have no confidence in the old immortals in the sequence of immortality. But don't worry, I will keep getting stronger and continue to become stronger until one day I become strong enough to end my eternal life."

"I will kill the sword emperor, Zongheng, and return to one..."

Mo Yu looked up, his eyes were calm, but what was hidden under this calm was madness at all costs!

"ah!"

A low roar suddenly came from his mouth, like a lonely wolf in the dark, echoing over the entire city with endless hatred.

...

A huge temple, magnificent as the legendary temple of sacrifice, a burly man cross-legged on the stone platform, his body looked extremely small in the empty temple, but anyone would feel that he was countless times taller than this temple, like a sea of ​​stars above his head, vast and boundless!

Suddenly, the man's eyes opened, and a knife sounded from his body. The powerful, domineering, and unrivaled momentum suddenly burst out.

The entire planet was filled with sword light in an instant, and the terrifying destructive power shattered everything. Countless sword monks on the planet crawled on the ground at the same time, and their eyes were filled with awe and worshipping, and they also showed deep fear.

Zonghengguiyi frowned slightly, and he suddenly felt a force of his own. It should have been left before he had entered the practice of heaven. What followed was a throbbing flashing in his mind.

When he reaches his level of cultivation, he is equivalent to the way of heaven. Every move has great power, and his mind is even more touched by the outside world. It can make his mind feel induced, even if it is only a very weak point, it proves that something related to him has happened.

After a moment of pondering, Zonghengguiyi suddenly closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes and a gloomy look flashed. With his identity as a cultivator of the Heavenly Way, he could not deduce it at all. What happened? It seemed that a man-made invisible mist covered up the truth of the matter. He could only vaguely sense that he would have an extremely powerful enemy in the future.

Feeling a trace of uneasiness in my heart, Zonghengguiyi frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a little self-deprecating, and his mind was soon calm and there was no slight turmoil.

"I can look down on all directions before I can achieve enlightenment. Now the stronger my strength is, I am not as bold as I used to be."

"No matter who you are, since you are my enemy who is united, I will wait for you to arrive at the Sword Emperor Star and then cut you under the sword."
Chapter completed!