Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

After a period of self-cultivation, Hu Mo's injuries have almost healed.

The fact that his injury healed so quickly was due to the daily care of the saintess.

In the hut away from the barracks, Hu Lingxi wrapped the bandages for Hu Mo, turned around and washed his hands: "Take it easy during this time, don't be self-willed, don't think that you can die because your injuries are almost healed, every time you fight, It's like playing your life, how can there be such a thing?"

Hu Mo got up and put on his shirt: "I did it to save my brothers from getting hurt."

Hu Lingxi froze as she washed her hands, and a trace of resentment inadvertently flashed in her eyes: "Brothers, you are brothers every day, but you don't know that when you kill the enemy on the field, someone is sad behind your back."

Hu Mo was stunned: "Sad? Who? You mean the brothers in the camp? They are indeed worried, but there are some things that they all know. Someone has to rush to the front. If it's not me, it's them. Instead of letting them have parents It's better to let me, a child who doesn't care about parents, go to the front."

Hu Lingxi turned her head, stared into Hu Mo's eyes, approaching step by step,

"Could it be that those brothers are the only ones who care about you?"

"I..." Hu Mo was stunned for a moment, and realized after a while, "You said you and His Royal Highness? You really treated me very well, son, I did all this for you..."

Hu Mo originally wanted to say it was for you, but in the end, they were added at the end. The saint and the king are a match made in heaven.

Hu Lingxi patted Hu Mo's shoulder, stared into Hu Mo's eyes, and didn't look away for a moment.

She paused every word: "You are not only the commander, but also our friend. Neither the prince nor I want to see anything happen to you."

After a long time, Hu Mo nodded: "I will be careful."

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is the day of the decisive battle.

Beyond Qingqiu is the sea of ​​demons.

A hellhound burning with flames all over, a claw demon with sharp claws, a succubus that seduces the enemy, a blade demon with wings on its back and arms turned into blades...

A dense mass of darkness surrounded the field beyond Qingqiu.

Fortunately, the golden mask protecting Qingqiu is still standing, that is the power of the king!

However, the demon army is endless, even if the power of the king is indestructible, it will eventually be exhausted.

In the center of Qingqiu, there is a tall tower. The whole body of the tower is white, and the outer wall has been carefully polished by craftsmen, like white ivory.

At the highest part of the tower, there is only one bedroom. There is a desk near the window of the bedroom. A middle-aged man in a golden robe sits on the desk. His broad shoulders seem to carry everything.

His thick and solid five fingers were hanging on a golden crystal ball, and the domineering and benevolent power was passing into the golden crystal through his fingers.

The crystal ball is full of golden light, bursting with mysterious and mighty power. Through the mysterious trajectory, it spreads from the White Pagoda to the entire Qingqiu, turning into a golden canopy, enveloping the entire Qingqiu.

Beyond the golden light, there was endless scorched earth, and a group of demons danced wildly.

Within the golden light, peach blossoms, willows are green, grass grows and warblers fly.

However, today is different from the past. Although the golden light on the edge of Qingqiu is still there, it is obviously a little unstable. In order to strengthen the power of this golden light, countless crystals have been erected outside the barracks. Dasheng, power poured into the golden light barrier to help it maintain stability.

On the high tower, the middle-aged man overlooks the earth, looking at this land, he has guarded his homeland for thousands of years.

He is the king of the fox clan.

It's just that his body, which is no longer young, has trembled slightly as he maintained the kingly barrier day and night.

On his wrinkled forehead, there was a layer of fine sweat beads, and the sweat flowed down, dripping down his high browbones.

The door was pushed open with a creak, Hu Zunxian walked in quickly, followed by Hu Lingxi, holding a golden washbasin with clear water and towels in it.

Hu Lingxi rubbed the towel to wipe Wang's sweat.

Hu Zunxian hung his hands on the golden crystal to help it inject the power of kingship.

"Zun'er, I didn't tell you to rest, why did you come again, my old bones can still hold on."

"Father, don't be brave. The demon army is endless and intensifying. If I can't share your worries, how can you hold on?"

"Why are you old? Why am I old? You child, you really can't talk." The man said dotingly, but he didn't refuse his kindness.

Beyond the golden light, countless blood oozed from the scorched black ground. The generals of the Fox Clan began to fester after just getting a little bit of it.

As one goes down and the other goes up, the fox family is in danger.

As the king of the clan, how could he not know the situation, he no longer refuses the help of Immortal Hu Zun, of course he already understands his body.

If one day, I fall here, I hope you can pick up this burden. Although the chances are slim, you must never give up until the last moment.

He didn't say this.

Hu Zunxian already knows it well.

……

On the side of Qingqiu, Ye Fan hid in a barrier.

The third-level formation "lock the god and bind the soul".

The role of this formation is of course to lock the enemy.

But it can also affect himself. Ye Fan found a secluded place, and after killing a few demons silently, he set up an array here to block everything about himself. Expert probing.

Of course he wanted to help the fox clan escape this catastrophe, but he knew deeply that this place was a realm of memory, and everything that happened here was an established historical fact!

Although he can indeed change everything, the more he understands this history deeply, the more he feels that he has no way to intervene.

Any piece of memory is written heavily on Humo's growth process.

Without these pasts, there would be no Humo today. Everyone's life cannot be changed. If they change, they will no longer be him.

Ye Fan felt that he was like a feather in the universe, he spoke lightly and could not change anything, or in other words, change was meaningless.

He could only witness everything quietly.

……

Hu Mo is still in the hut, where he has cultivated for a long time.

Most of the fox clan's elite had already been lost, but the number of enemies had not decreased but increased.

How could he listen to Hu Lingxi and rest here?

First of all, it is necessary to find out the secret of the continuous rebirth of the demons.

Of course he knew it was because of the devil's blood, but where did the devil's blood come from?What is the principle behind the production of devil blood?
Only by clarifying these problems can it be possible to truly solve all these problems.

He pushed the door lightly. In the current situation, everyone is in danger, and no one has time to care about his going or staying.

Hu Mo went out quietly, avoiding people's eyes and ears, and easily came to the battlefield. After harvesting the lives of a few low-level demons, he hid himself and watched from the sidelines.

Some things have to be done.

With all his attention, he watched the devil's blood seep out of the scorched earth. The devil's blood was poured on the corpses of the demon clan, and several corpses immediately let out the sound of corrosion.

It turns out that for the demons, this demonic blood is actually a bone-biting poison!