This performance made Turba's eyes even more intense.

When the ancient king arrived, his eyes swept, and his brows couldn't help but frown.

Mo Yu's performance was far beyond his expectations.

Although Turba is domineering and has a tough style, he definitely does not dare to do anything before things are confirmed.

That means that this is Mo Yu's real reaction...

Could it be that he is fake?

Feng Yuanhu had a bright mind. Looking at Mo Yu's performance, he was so excited that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was frustrated.

He is the real seed, but he was under the pressure of many confrontations. How can he not make him extremely angry!

Fortunately, the power of the ancestral land seems to have been shown.

Don’t say anything about him, he will definitely die!

"Let's go."

Turba glanced at the ancient king and stepped into the black mountain with Mo Yu.

The ancient king's expression remained unchanged, but he was not, believed in Mo Yu's identity.

Instead, it is determined that even if Mo Yu is a fake seed and has worked so hard to arrange so many things in the overseas world, how could it be that it would become a soft-legged shrimp as soon as it arrived at the ancestral land?

There must be hidden information in it!

The ancient king was not wrong.

After approaching the ancestral land, Mo Yu's soul was uncontrollable and a sense of fear arose.

The closer you get, the heavier this fear will be, as if you encounter a completely restrained natural enemy.

I can't have the idea of ​​resisting at all, so I can only wait for death!

And at this moment, the tower spirit was completely silent, as if it was avoiding something, and all its breath was converging.

Mo Yu had no choice but to get some help from it.

Could it be that it has been detected by the ancestral land?

Mo Yu was frightened on the surface, and his face was pale and bloodless, but in the dark, he was ready to take action.

No matter what the situation is, he can't do it, just kill him.

The black mountain is extremely large and high. When you step into it, you feel like you have entered another space.

With Turba and the ancient king's cultivation, he walked in the mountains for a long time before he arrived halfway up the mountain.

A small black lake appeared in front of me. Seven figures sat cross-legged by the black lake, each of which was skinny and looked like a mummy.

But each of them exudes a terrifying aura that makes people feel thrilling!

Turba, the ancient king bowed and bowed.

Not that these seven people have higher cultivation, but because of respect for their identities.

Among the seven figures, one of the people in the middle slowly opened his eyes, "I already know your purpose."

Turba bowed, "Please give the sacrifice to identify it on behalf of another person!"

This person's eyes swept over Feng Yuanhu, Mo Yu, thought for a few breaths, and nodded slowly.

"Thank you for the sacrifice." The ancient king spoke in a deep voice.

He and Turba retreated.

The priest raised his hand and drew some strange marks, and at the same time, he emitted short and sharp syllables from his mouth.

A slight turbulence appeared in the Black Lake, and the calm lake water, like a black mirror, was immediately broken.

Buzz

The tremor sounded, and suddenly, a large area of ​​black lake water splashed, condensed into a black lotus bud in the air.

"Mu!"

The priest growled, and his eyes were filled with divine light, and his already thin body shriveled again.

The skin was tightly against the bones, and deep fatigue appeared in the eyes.

The black lotus bloomed, and the divine light flashed, and a dissatisfied hum came from the lotus.

Then, a white and tender head walked out swayingly, smashing her mouth while walking, as if she hadn't woken up from her deep sleep.

It glanced at him in dissatisfaction, and suddenly stopped his eyes, stared at Mo Yu, and then let out a very angry howl!

When you kick your short legs, you will swallow it when you open your mouth.

The priest groaned, his body trembled rapidly, and it was extremely dry. He heard the sound of "cracking" joint movements, as if it was about to collapse.

Raise your hand suddenly and a little black lotus.

The lotus dissipates.

The little that rushed over disappeared like a bubble when he touched Mo Yu.

It seemed to be heard in his ears, and it screamed in anger!

"Ahem...ahhhh..."

After a violent cough, the priest's face showed abnormal purple redness, and its breath was extremely depressed, like the autumn wind candlelight, which would be extinguished at any time.
Chapter completed!