Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

At this moment, Mo Gan was shocked.

In the eyes, there is a color of horror gradually spreading.

He looked at the broken point on the mountain guard formation, opened his mouth slightly, and didn't say a word for a long time.

As one of the founders of the mountain protection formation, he has fully participated in many processes including construction and perfection, so he is very aware of the power of the mountain protection formation.

Not to mention a small god-level statue, even a full-strength attack by a saint-level warrior would never expect to be able to cause any damage to the mountain guard formation.

From the very beginning, the target of this mountain guard formation was warriors of the Saint King level.

And what he saw.

That Zhou Mu, but a 20-year-old Shenzang warrior, possessed the power to cause damage to the mountain guard battle that the entire Northern Wilderness Demon Race was proud of, completely comparable to the holy king warrior.

At this point, he may already have a little understanding of what terror is.

The color of horror condensed in the eyes, and it has not dissipated for a long time.

Zhou Mu sneered, and said with a nonchalant expression: "Go in and tell the head of your family, send him back within 10 minutes, and then kowtow to apologize, I can show kindness and forget the blame, as for you, you can also continue to live on. in the world."

"If not..."

Speaking of this, he had a mocking smile on his face, and looked at Mo Gan seriously. In an instant, it seemed that the sky changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.

"You know the consequences."

hiss!
Mo Gan shuddered subconsciously, and took a step back involuntarily.

He has only seen this kind of look in the patriarch Mo Yuntian, and Zhou Mu is just a young man who has just reached the crown. Can he really have such murderous eyes?
If his willpower had been weaker, he would have been frightened to the ground by now.

He swallowed hard, not daring to delay any longer, and hurriedly ran into the hall.

Perhaps it was too shocking, the soles of his feet slipped, he staggered a few times, and fell down several times. When he arrived in the hall, he was already covered in dust and in a mess.

The appearance of Mo Gan did not go well with the atmosphere of singing and dancing in the hall. Everyone was slightly taken aback, and then looked over with curious eyes.

Na Mozhong frowned immediately.

He first looked at Mo Yuntian, seeing that the latter did not show any dissatisfaction, he stood up at this moment, looked at Mo Gan and said: "Why are you so flustered, there is no dignity at all."

Mo Gan entered the hall, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said in a somewhat frightened voice: "He...he is here."

Such an endless sentence made everyone present very puzzled.

Mo Chong stepped forward a few steps, stood in front of Mo Gan, and said, "Be more careful, who is here?"

"Zhou Mu..."

Mo Gan stammered, his eyes were full of horror, and his body was still trembling slightly, as if he had been stimulated by something.

"Who is Zhou Mu?"

In the hall, someone raised a question.

"Ye Qing's adoptive son of Zhongzhou... No, I said, Mo Gan, you are a warrior in the Divine Hidden Realm, and being frightened into such a horrible appearance by a kid who has just reached the crown is really embarrassing to the Northern Wilderness Demon Race. "

Immediately someone sneered.

Immediately it caused the whole room to laugh.

A lot of playful and contemptuous eyes fell on Mo Gan, but at this moment Mo Gan didn't care about it at all. Thinking of the horror shown by Zhou Mu before, even compared with the patriarch Mo Yuntian, he didn't do much. Let it go, thinking of this, he was terrified.

In the high position, Mo Yuntian also frowned and looked over.

He said, "Why are you so panicked?"

On the surface, the wind is calm, but there is a wave of waves in the heart.

He is connected with the mountain protection formation, that is to say, he really felt Zhou Mu's impact on the mountain protection formation just now, so he was a little startled. At this moment, Mo Gan ran in in panic.

Mogan raised his head abruptly, the frightened look on his face hadn't completely faded away,
He shouted loudly: "Patriarch... Patriarch, something is wrong. Then Zhou Mu said that if we don't hand over Ye Mujiu within 10 minutes, we will start killing."

As soon as these words came out, the hall was instantly quiet.

Everyone looks at me and I look at you.

I don't know who couldn't hold back a smile, and immediately became like a sea wave, becoming out of control,
For them, this is undoubtedly a big joke.

In their eyes, Zhou Mu is just a junior, no matter how good his talent is, no matter how high his cultivation is, at this age he is at most a fairyland.

And these elders can have a foothold in the Northern Wilderness Demon Race. The weakest one is the Divine Hidden Realm, and there is no shortage of half-step Saint Realm. At this level, they have already left the five realms of the world. A small fairy For them, the environment is nothing but an existence that can be destroyed with a wave of hands.

"It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. This is the first time I've seen such an arrogant kid, hahahaha..."

"The little guy doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, so it's no wonder. It's not the first time that Ye Qing has been ignorant of people. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to see that Yang Yun is an ambitious man."

……

Mo Zhong didn't speak. On the contrary, he had a dignified expression. He noticed that Mo Yuntian, who was in a high position, also had a dignified expression. Compared with the contempt and sneer of the clansmen, this is very intriguing.

At this time, a middle-aged man stood up, cupped his hands in the hall and said: "Patriarch, I, Mo Ziqiao, invite you to fight, and teach this arrogant boy a lesson, so that they all know that if you dare to provoke my Northern Wilderness Demon Clan, you will be killed." Prepare to die."

Mo Yuntian nodded upon hearing this.

I agree.

No one saw it, the light flashed in his eyes.

"Mo Ziqiao...that Zhou Muzhen..."

Hearing this, Mo Gan raised his head abruptly, just as he was about to dissuade him, Mo Ziqiao sneered, looked down at Mo Gan from above, and said with disdain, "You're afraid of that brat, I'm not afraid, at least I am too. The elders of the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan, I really feel ashamed for you, don't say I know you when you go out."

After speaking, he strode out.

That back view is so majestic and heroic.

Mo Gan wanted to say something else, but Mo Chong stopped him, shook his head at him, and said, "Don't persuade the damn ghost with good words, let him go."

"You trust me?" Mo Gan was taken aback.

Mo Chong poked Mo Gan with his elbow, and said, "I'm not the only one who believes it. You think there's such a commotion outside, and the elders in the hall didn't respond. Who do you think is responsible for it?"

Mo Gan instantly understood.

His eager eyes fell on Mo Yuntian who was in a high position.

At this time, in the main hall, there were still laughter laughing at Mo Gan for being frightened by a brat.

However, after seeing Mo Yuntian's serious face from the corner of his eye, someone suddenly stopped smiling, and soon, the hall returned to calm again.

"Patriarch..."

Someone just stood up and wanted to speak, Mo Yuntian waved his hand as if weary, and said, "Bring Ye Mujiu and Wang Qinger up."

"As ordered."

The guards of the main hall bowed their hands heavily.

This move made everyone slightly stunned, full of puzzlement.

But looking at Mo Yuntian's appearance, no one dared to speak.

Slowly, a bold idea appeared in my heart.

Could it be that what Mogan said was true?

As soon as this thought appeared, everyone was startled. When they looked at Great Elder Mo Zhong again, the latter's expression was much more serious than before.

They feel more and more that things are not that simple.

Even if they were beaten to death, they would not believe that a boy who had just reached the crown could be stronger than an old monster who had cultivated for decades and spent countless talents and treasures.