As he sighed, a figure suddenly appeared, wearing a threaded robe, and a solemn look on his calm face.

boom--

The shadow of the country appeared, with a larger and stronger range, and it descended on countless suppression forces, covering the big turtle.

"Fellow Daoist Taixuan, let's take action with me to suppress this beast!"

The ancestor Taixuan had a moment of hesitation in his heart, but he soon gave up the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to escape.

He could not bear such a guilt for abandoning the elder of the Third Holy Land.

"good!"

While gritting his teeth and yelling, he forced his cultivation to make the power of the country appear again.

But at this moment, it did not condense into a shadow of the country, but turned into a shadow of a mountain, pressing heavily behind the big turtle.

With the power of the third step of the two great powers, the Chaos Tortoise suddenly felt like it was trapped in the mud, and every move became extremely difficult.

But at the same time, it completely restrained the two people and could not distribute any power at all.

Mo Yu glanced at him without helping him, and he moved his feet and headed straight to Qingnan Mansion.

Now on Xiaohu Island, who can stop him?

But the next moment, Mo Yu's figure suddenly stopped, looked at the void ahead, and remained silent.

It seems to be someone confronting each other.

After a few breaths, the space rippled, and a young man walked out of it. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a jade-like face, and his handsomeness was enough to make women in the world crazy. Only those eyes revealed endless vicissitudes that were completely inconsistent with the outside.

He looked at Mo Yu, his eyes showed a faint appreciation, "How can you be sure that I have arrived?"

Mo Yu looked calm and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Your subordinate is too calm."

The boy thought for a moment, then he suddenly realized, "It's true."

The appreciation in my eyes became even stronger.

"You retreat immediately for the Qingnan family. I won't make things difficult for you." The young man raised his hand, "But this big turtle, the third step under my command, can't be spared."

Mo Yu was silent, then slowly shook his head, "I am the one who kills the suffering."

The young man smiled and said, "Well. If you want to be virtuous, I will fulfill you."

He waved his sleeves, and the wind was light and the clouds were light, without any sharpness.

But Mo Yu's eyes contracted violently, and great fear surged in his heart, as if the heaven and earth in front of him were all in darkness, and there was no more light.

But this fear was suppressed by his strong will. Instead of retreating, the figure took a step back.

Seventh level of demonization!

The secret technique of the Yellow Spring!

The two taboo methods were developed at the same time, and Mo Yu's breath surged wildly at a terrifying speed, and it was comparable to the third step in a blink of an eye. His blood was stimulating, his black eyes were indifferent, and his strange dark gold patterns. Mo Yu at this moment was like a demon coming to the world, killing the Eight Desolations!

He raised his hand, the Xuanhuang Sword appeared and slashed forward heavily.

boom--

The vast divine light burst out, and you can clearly see that on the endless grassland, the grass suddenly trembled, and a blade of grass rose into the sky, shattering a star.

The sword fell into the void, and it seemed that there was no existence, but a roar came from his ears. Mo Yu's arm trembled, Xuanhuang's sword flew out of his hand, blood spurted in his mouth and nose, and his feet burst backwards.

His face was pale, but his eyes became brighter and brighter at this moment, and his aura rose and became more solid.

The whole person is like a great sword of heaven and earth, which can crush everything in the world to pieces.

The boy sighed softly, his face was flowing brightly, just like the most exquisite treasure jade in the world, but if you look closely, you will find that he is a little younger than before, only about fourteen or fifteen years old.

But those eyes have a stronger sense of vicissitudes.

Without pause, the boy raised his hand and moved forward a little further. A green light shone out from his fingertips, as if piercing through the limitations of space and landed directly on Mo Yu's chest.

The rich breath of death made his soul scream, and Mo Yu roared lowly, and the power of the country exploded!

The phantom of a country enveloped him, and the space overlapped infinitely, blocking the killing finger in front of him.

But all the superposition spaces, under this finger, are like bubbles, easily broken one after another, and cannot compete with them.

It seems that everything Mo Yu does is unnecessary resistance and cannot avoid the arrival of death.

However, at this moment, the boy's eyes were getting heavier and heavier, and his appearance was constantly becoming younger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Thirteen or fourteen years old... eleven or two years old... eight or nine years old...

After several breaths, the one who appeared in front of him was already a childish little boy.

It seems that with his actions, the power of time is quickly tracing back.

He glanced at Mo Yu, and his expression was helpless, "After all, I am too weak. The separated power cannot last for too long... But today, I can still do it if I want to kill you."

"I will give you one last chance. Now that I leave, my promise will still be valid."

Mo Yu remained silent, the speed of overlapping space in front of him was faster, and the whole country was shaking, but it showed enough firmness.

The boy shook his head, and his face was too young, and he looked particularly strange after experiencing the regret of vicissitudes of time.

"Prison of Time!"

As this finger fell, Mo Yu's years were flowing around him, and he was forced to reverse the passing past by a force.

Its speed was astonishingly fast. In just a moment, it took a hundred years. Mo Yu's powerful aura was rapidly decreasing at this moment.

The power of demonization and the secret technique of Huangquan was also forced to be removed, as if to erase everything he had obtained in the past years!

Mo Yu's face changed drastically, and he stepped heavily under his feet, and his figure roared and retreated.

But this is useless. The power of tracing back the years is like a prison, imprisoning him inside.

With one body, you can't break free!

After a few breaths, Mo Yu's breath had fallen below the Heavenly Way. What's even more terrifying is that the many memories in his mind are quickly blurring and dissipating!

If it cannot be curbed, it doesn't take too long. Mo Yu's power will be dissipated and all the memories will be erased. There will be no more existence in this world.

Or, he will be completely annihilated under this force.

Mo Yu's face became extremely ugly, but soon, he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes suddenly flashed quickly, his face showed struggle and hesitation, and his thoughts turned at an astonishing speed.

"If I don't resist and let the power of time wash away all the past that has passed on me, maybe I can discover the secrets hidden in my body, know where I came from, and who made me fall into this situation."

"But in this way, you need to take great risks. If you are not careful, you will be the end of complete death. How should you act?"

Mo Yu's struggle suddenly faded away, and a hint of ruthlessness appeared. "Even if you resist with all your might, with the help of the original power of the beast god, you will only have 30% of your confidence in breaking free. It's better to let go once. If you die, Mo's life should be like this. If you don't die, I will know everything!"

He closed his eyes, stopped struggling, and even gave up all his struggles, silently endured the power of the prisoner of time.

The boy showed a strange look on his face, so he gave up? This is really inconsistent with the fierce struggle Mo Yu had shown before.

But soon, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and a trace of shock appeared on his young face.

Mo Yu's breath has undergone earth-shaking changes as time faded.

A resentment arose in his soul. With the cultivation level of a young man, you can see the little baby soul inside him. He was widening his eyes and letting out a shrill howl at him. The unwillingness and resentment were all the water of all the rivers in the world, and it could not be washed away.

According to the passing rate of time, Mo Yu has long lost all his cultivation and his soul should wither and dissipate. But he lived strangely, or, more precisely, the prisoner of time that blessed him, was transferred to his soul, for some reason, to the dead soul of the baby.

Until a big hand appeared in the boy's eyes, pinched the baby's neck and tore the picture in front of him.

This hand has the sixth finger!

"snort!"

A cold snorted sound seemed to be heard in his ears, and the boy felt as if he was hit hard, his face instantly pale, and the power of the prisoner of time was forcibly dispelled.

"Cultivation in the upper realm!"

In an exclaim, his body shrank rapidly, as if he was suffering from backlash. In the blink of an eye, he became a baby in a cradle, constantly fading and finally disappeared.

Mo Yu's eyes moved slightly, then slowly opened, and the magical aura burst out with a bang. The powerful aura was still the third step in the way of heaven. All memories also reappeared, just like everything before, as illusory.

But he knew that things were different.

The big hand in the baby's memory was reappeared by the time of time, and was seen by the boy and appeared in front of him. The cold pinch, the crisp sound of bone breaking, and the last shrill baby crying... all seemed to have happened to him, so profound, as if it was imprinted on the soul and could no longer be erased.

At the same time, there was the owner of the big hand, a vague figure and that faint breath.

"The Cultivator of the Upper Realm..." murmured in a low voice, Mo Yu's eyes were stern, "No matter who you are, I have remembered it and will never forget it again."

"We will meet again one day."

...

The third holy land.

Under the huge ancient tree, the young man cross-legged suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out several mouthfuls of blood. His body quickly became young, and in a blink of an eye it was only ten years old. The ancient tree behind him shook violently at this moment, and countless green leaves turned yellow in an instant, falling from the ground.

The earth where ancient trees were rooted trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared and spread out quickly.

In the entire holy land, countless monks raised their heads in horror, and saw the changes in ancient trees clearly, and their eyes were filled with horror.

After a long time, all the changes dissipated, and the ancient trees that were dying suddenly burst out with dazzling divine light. The trunks of the tree grew thousands of feet in an instant, and all withered leaves grew again, like a real treasure tree, releasing a vast and majestic vitality.
To be continued...