The ancestor of the Holy Clan ordered that those who capture and kill the master of the Sword Sect could be worshipped in his sect and be the ninth disciple under his seat.

Abi shook, the son of the Thirteen Traditions of the Traditions entered hell and fought for the vast fortune!

Meng Qianqing's eyes were even more intense, "The Lord of the Sword Sect is a good method. If it were not for Meng's attention and could not recognize you with his divine eyes."

There was a solemnity on his face.

In the battle of the Sword Sect, Leng Qianqiu, the eighth disciple under the throne of the Holy Clan, was defeated by the second step of the Heavenly Dao, and his powerful sword cultivator was defeated and disappeared.

This point alone is enough to prove Mo Yu's strength!

But at this moment, Meng Qianqing was not afraid, but instead she felt a huge sense of fighting.

If he could kill Mo Yu, it means that he has surpassed Leng Qianqiu now... He has never forgotten his defeat back then!

As soon as my feet moved, Meng Qianqing's eyes surged and burst out in an instant, "Everything in the world is illusory, and I can't wake up after entering my dreams, and I'll fall asleep!"

His eyes suddenly burst out with dazzling light.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes subconsciously and opened again. His figure appeared on a long street.

There are many pedestrians, and shops on both sides are lined up, full of prosperity.

A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but before he could think too much, a boy ran into front of him, "Brother! Why are you still standing there? Sister-in-law finally promised us to come out for a trip, don't waste time."

Mo Yu's face was stunned, "Mo Liang..." He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it, as if something was missing in his mind.

At this moment, a ray of light flashed through the depths of his eyes.

Mo Liang didn't notice this, so he pulled him up and excitedly penetrated into the crowd.

Looking at his back, Mo Yu hesitated for a moment and finally smiled.

After a day of fun, the two brothers returned home after night, carrying large and small bags of things.

When he opened the yard gate, Mo Liang shouted, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, we are back. Let's see what I bought for you."

A woman walked out of the room. Under the candlelight behind her, she looked a little hazy, but she was a little more delicate. At this moment, she looked at the two of them with a angrily look, "I spent money indiscriminately, these are all things you brothers earned back on weekdays, and I am planning to leave them for Mo Liang to marry a wife." That's the case, but the smile in her eyes revealed her thoughts.

"Sister-in-law, I'm not sure about it yet!" Mo Liang blushed and hurried into the room, "I'm full outside, don't call me for dinner."

"This kid is actually shy." The woman shook her head and smiled, and looked at Mo Yu who was staring at him in the yard with a pretty face slightly red, "Did, what are you looking at?"

She is...Sao Lin...Duan Zhiqing...

Mo Yu's eyes were slightly dazed, and he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, "It's nothing, I just think my wife is very beautiful today."

"Stop giving me a ecstasy soup. I said I would save you so many times. I will marry Mo Liang in the future and stop buying things." As she said that, she held Mo Yu's arm, the two of them snuggled into the room.

Dinner was very simple, and under the candlelight, the two of them sat opposite each other.

Mo Yu ate very slowly, and his eyes sometimes swept across the surroundings, and sometimes fell on Duan Zhiqing, extremely soft.

"What's wrong?" The woman's care made her realize something was wrong, "Are you worried?"

"No, don't think too much." Mo Yu smiled, hesitated, and raised his hand to touch her hair.

Duan Zhiqing's face turned red and glared at him, "What are you doing? Mo Liang hasn't slept yet, so he saw it. How can I discipline him again in the future?"

Mo Yu laughed out loud.

After packing everything, the two went back to the room, lay on the bed behind their clothes. Holding the soft body in their arms, Mo Yu felt warm in his heart, his eyes were clear, and he murmured with her in a low voice, making his wife smile from time to time, and reached out to pat his chest gently.

It was late at night, Duan Zhiqing fell asleep in his arms, Mo Yu gently stroked her long hair, and looked at her sleeping face with gentle eyes.

"Maybe deep in my heart, there is such a dream that can live a stable life with you and Mo Liang."

"There is no pain of practice, no bloody killing, we grow old together, and we return to the dust together. But this... is just a dream after all."

Mo Yu's soul space, the runes of the ancient soul-suppressing tree inheritance flashed slightly, and at the moment of entering the dream, he woke up. He just wanted to sleep in it for a dream, but now... it is time to wake up from the dream!

He lowered his head and kissed the woman in his arms lightly. Mo Yu whispered, "We will see you again in the end..." His eyes slowly closed.

Opened again, he was still in the stone hall, with a finger less than an inch from his eyebrows.

Not far away is Qingyuan's pale face.

Buzz —

A sword sound suddenly came from Mo Yu's body, and the surging sword intent burst out from the middle of his eyebrows, with the focus on this finger.

With a muffled groan, Meng Qianqing stepped back one after another. Every time he took a step back, his face became pale and his fingers were cracked.

The blood spilled, but he didn't care about it, and his face was shocked, "You... can you wake up from my dream..." This technique was inherited from his ancestors and was said to have an extremely terrifying source. When he was in great success, he could allow millions of people to dream at the same time and never wake up in a dream.

Even in the realm of Heaven, he was sure that he would fall into a dream. Although he could not be trapped forever, he was enough to take the opportunity to erase it.

But this is useless to Mo Yu!

Mo Yu's expression was calm, "Your dream allowed Mo to experience the life he had subconsciously expected, so I was willing to indulge. But in the same way, your dream moved Mo's memory, and his crime... was unforgivable!" His eyes cold, and he raised his hand and slashed forward.

The Xuanhuang Sword appeared at some point. Once it was slashed, the space trembled, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Meng Qianqing's face changed drastically. She pressed her hands forward, and a phantom of a tortoise shell appeared, quickly becoming solid like a real object. There were countless runes carved on the surface, and a thick air like mountains and earth radiated from it.

In an instant, the Xuanhuang sword fell, the tortoise shell suddenly trembled, and countless cracks emerged, then collapsed and dissipated, and a scream seemed to be heard in his ears.

Meng Qianqing's clothes were broken on her chest, but at this moment, a halo of light surged out from his body, blocking the remaining power of the sword.

His face suddenly turned pale, and he stepped under his feet and his figure retreated.

Qingyun's pretty face changed slightly, her beautiful eyes flashed with coldness, she raised her hand and said, "Binding the Immortal Rope!"

A touch of white horse was shot out like lightning, and it wrapped Mo Yu tightly in between breaths.

A hint of joy flashed in her eyes, and she turned around and said, "Brother Qianqing, since you failed to try, it will be my turn next."

With a wave of his hand, "Deploy the formation and kill this person."

The figure flashed, and three old men from the Qing family led more than ten monks to trap Mo Yu. The location where they stood seemed ordinary, but they implied some invisible rule. When they were humble, their cultivation exploded, and a dazzling divine light gushed out of nothingness, turning into a formation in a blink of an eye, suppressing all directions!

Qingyun's pretty face was delighted, and then turned into murderous intent, "The Lord of the Sword Sect, no matter how great your ability is, you will never escape death today."

As soon as the figure moved, she whistled and raised her hand and pointed.

The finger fell, and the slender jade finger turned purple in a blink of an eye! The cold and cold air burst out in an instant, causing the temperature of the space here to suddenly drop, and the space seemed to condense.

Mo Yu's expression was calm. Not only did he not resist at this moment, he took back all his strength, but he seemed to have a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Qingyun's heart thumped. Under this gaze, she suddenly felt extremely bad, but soon she gritted her teeth and suppressed it.

She never retreated when she opened the bow. Now that things have come to this point, she must not retreat.

Swish-
Chapter completed!