Restart, Death Wings of Ending

The Qinling Mountains border the Qilian Alienation Zone to the west and the Tianqi City border to the east, running through the entire Mo City. It is the only national nature reserve in the Eternal Kingdom of South Asia. It is also a 5A-level tourist area. Of course, it is only a small part of the developed attractions.

The Mo Mountain in the East Qinling Mountains has been a restricted area since the Tianyuan Era. At the foot of the mountain lives the most mysterious clan - the Mo clan.

Legend has it that their origins can be traced back to the ancient Three Yellows and Five Emperors period. However, they are like shadows that have never been recorded by the world, but they have survived forever.

At the foot of the majestic Mo Mountain, inconspicuous old houses are hidden among the trees. At this moment, the birds disperse in fright, and the voices of people gradually rise.

"Hurry up, go to the Elders Hall, I heard that the big shots from the Death Bureau are here."

"Really, let's go take a look!"

"I heard that boy Ying Moran is back too!"

Discussions and rushing crowds all gathered towards a three-story ancient building. The wooden platform in front of the building gradually filled with people, who all looked curiously into the lobby.

The ancient carved wooden door is wide open, and two old men with white hair and beards are sitting on the two Taishi chairs in the front. They are kind but not talkative. The old men sitting on the left have gray hair but are very tough. On the side are Zhuang Mingxu and Ying Moran's team, a total of five people. Except for Zhuang Mingxu, who is smiling, the others are all frowning.

"Well, let's do this," Zhuang Mingxu said in a gentle tone, "Elders, you don't have to be so determined. How about we wait for the people from our family to come and then make a decision?"

"My family?" A slightly younger elder said, "Are you talking about Mo Ruyuan? He is indeed the only direct descendant of our family, but..." The elder paused and glanced at the first chair. Everyone sitting here understands what the shadow mirror and the shadow on it mean.

Ying Jinghe finally reacted. When Zhuang Mingxu, Ying Mo Ran and others suddenly visited, he had remained silent. All discussions were presided over by the great elder Ying Mo Xiangli, including inviting out the two Mo ancestors who had been living here for a long time. , Mo Xin Yan and Mo Xin Taiwan,

"Ancestor!" Ying Jinghe stood up and bowed, "What do you think?"

After a long while, "..."

"Ancestor!" Ying Jinghe shouted again, raising his voice, and then the two Mo ancestors reacted,

"Oh, are Xiao Jinghe talking to us?" Mo Xinyan on the left asked with a smile.

Ying Jinghe nodded and said at the top of his voice: "Yes, do you have any opinions!"

"Opinions?" Mo Xintai, who was on the right, added, "Xiao Jinghe, when did we meet intentionally?"

As soon as these words came out, Ying Jinghe looked unhappy, "Don't you all have any objections to this important matter of opening a secret realm?"

"Haha! Opinions are not important," Mo Xinyan said with a smile all the time: "You have decided, we have no objection!"

"No objection!" Mo Xintai agreed,

"You are really useless as you age..." an elder complained angrily. Ying Jinghe immediately shouted sharply:

"Shut up!" He turned and stared at Zhuang Mingxu sternly,

"When will Mo Ruyuan come back!"

"It should be soon!"

"Why do you have to enter Moshan!"

Faced with Yingjinghe's unfriendly rebuke, Zhuang Mingxu also showed off his big V momentum, glaring coldly at Yingjinghe with his solemn eyes: "Angel City wants to retrieve the meteorite that fell thousands of years ago!"

"What? Come for the sacred stone!"

"These people really covet our clan's sacred stone!"

"It's so abominable that you still come with such a big fanfare!"

……

The angry voices at the door suddenly sounded, and Ying Moran also showed anxiety. He suddenly stood up from his chair, bowed deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Clan leader, I know that non-members of my clan are not allowed to enter the secret realm. , but this matter is not for the Black Ink Clan Divine Stone, but to save my parents,"

"Your parents, Mo Ran!" Ying Jinghe looked at Ying Mo Ran with a cold look, "They died long ago. No one can survive seven days in the secret realm, let alone your parents who haven't come out for decades."

"Clan leader," Ying Moran said solemnly, "You can't be sure. Mo Ruyuan has lived in the secret realm for ten years."

"You..." Ying Jinghe's eyes gradually became stern, and he turned to stare at Zhuang Mingxu again, "Mo Ruyuan told you,"

"Why didn't Mo Ruyuan tell Ying Moran directly?" Zhuang Mingxu asked back,

Ying Jinghe looked fierce, "Have you already coveted the sacred stone?"

"Don't be so ignorant. What a sacred stone? It's just the fragments of the interstellar spacecraft. Angel City has collected the other fragments, and the only one missing is the one in Moshan."

"Nonsense!" Ying Xiangli shouted sternly, while several other elders also criticized and cursed, causing chaos inside and outside the room.

"Everyone, please stop arguing!" A clear shout suddenly came from outside the crowd. Everyone looked back and saw a group of four teenagers. The leader was Mo Ruyuan, the heir to the family they knew well.

"Mo Ruyuan? He is really back,"

"Why is he with Death,"

"He is a group with those at the forefront to break the rules of the Black Ink Clan,"

……

Amidst these discussions, Mo Ruyuan led Mu Qingfeng and the others towards the house. The two Mo Zu also stood up, their withered bodies trembling slightly, their eyes flashing with tears of excitement, and their wrinkled hands His lips moved uncontrollably, and he spat out a sound,

"Xiao Mozi, you are finally back!"

Mo Ruyuan's eyes were filled with tears when he saw this, and he hurriedly rushed to the two of them and knelt down on his knees, "I'm sorry, ancestors, little Mozi has let you down," his voice was sad and sentimental,

Mo Xinyan and Mo Xintai were both in tears. They stretched out their hands to lift Mo Ruyuan up, their eyes full of love and relief.

"Good boy, it's not your fault. If I'm to blame, it's because they don't recognize their relatives and have evil thoughts!"

"Hey, old guy, who are you talking about..."

"Shut up," Ying Jinghe Leng shouted, glared at the elder who spoke evil words, turned his eyes, calmed down his anger, and said calmly: "Ancestor must have misunderstood something, Mo Ruyuan is not the child. If you haven’t passed down the secret techniques of our family, then don’t be attached!”

"Nonsense, little Mozi is the most talented child of the Black Ink Clan," Ying Xintai retorted solemnly: "Sooner or later it will be a matter of time to correct the chaos,"

"Ha! Okay, let's wait and see," Ying Jinghe sneered impatiently, looking at Zhuang Mingxu again. As if he thought of something, he turned his eyes and stared at Mo Ruyuan, "You are also going to enter the secret realm when you come back this time. Right!"

After Mo Ruyuan helped the two ancestors onto the seats, he sighed heavily and knelt down on his knees again. Seeing this, Mo Xinyan and Mo Xintai hurriedly went to help them, but Mo Ruyuan hurriedly blocked them.

"Old Ancestor, Xiao Mozi did violate the ancestral precepts when he came back this time. He wanted to bring outsiders into the secret realm, but he would never let outsiders take away the sacred stone."

"Okay! Okay!" Mo Xinyan said with emotion: "Little Mozi has grown up and is doing things properly. Xintai and I believe in you. You are the only direct descendant of our Mo family." He took out a key from the bag, put it into Mo Ruyuan's hand, and said in a deep and profound tone: "Little Mozi, remember to save your life at all times, the sacred stone and so on are not important anymore!"

Mo Ruyuan was so moved that he almost cried, nodded sharply and said: "Ancestor, don't worry, little Mozi will never let the Mo family down!"

"But, this old guy gave the key to this kid so easily," the elder sitting at the end muttered in displeasure. The person sitting opposite him was Mu Qingfeng.

From the moment he entered this room, he had been frowning. The various signs along the way made him understand one thing. They were temporarily ordered to seize the sacred stone.

However, based on Mo Ruyuan's behavior, he thought it might not be that simple. He briefly glanced at Zhuang Mingxu. His complex expression was elusive to him, as if he was happy yet worried, heavy yet open-minded.

"Hey! Captain, what's going on?" Kanazawa Ryoyou slapped Mu Qingfeng's arm and asked,

Mu Qingfeng calmed down and immediately made a silent movement, and Kanazawa Ryosuke stopped asking.

At this time, Mo Ruyuan stood up, turned around and faced Ying Jinghe,

"Clan leader, leave the government decrees of Angel City to me."

Ying Jinghe seemed to have some doubts, and looked at Mo Ruyuan carefully, with a very subtle expression. After a moment, he nodded and said:

"Okay, go to the altar tomorrow and open the entrance! Also, we will not send anyone to rescue you, and the killing array once every seven days will not be cancelled. You are responsible for the consequences."

He glanced at Zhuang Mingxu's group of people with cold eyes, like a warning,

"A killing array once every seven days?" Kanazawa Ryosuke muttered in a low voice in confusion, which happened to be overheard by Kage Moran who was sitting next to him, and he explained seemingly casually,

"It's just seven days. If you can't get out, you'll die in there!"

"Ah!" Kanazawa Ryoyou looked at him in confusion, "Your clan leader is so unreasonable!"

Ying Moran turned his head and smiled: "It's just to scare people like you who are greedy for life and afraid of death." After saying that, he cast his eyes on Mu Qingfeng. Seeing his disapproving look, he seemed to have figured something out, so he smiled again unconsciously,

"Okay, this must be done," Mo Ruyuan said solemnly, then turned to Zhuang Mingxu, glanced at the group of them, and then said seriously:

"Member Zhuang, I don't care about the purpose of your visit. I'm only bringing 6 people in, and you can't enter!"

Zhuang Mingxu seemed to have expected it. He was not surprised or questioned. He smiled very kindly and said: "I see, even if you want to protect the so-called sacred stone, can you really protect it?"

"It's not important," Mo Ruyuan replied firmly: "Your apprentice will find out the truth for you. Whether it is the Black Ink Clan's sacred stone or the fragments of the spaceship will be revealed to the world, and no one will stop you then. Take away things that don’t belong to Mo Shan.”

"Okay! It's settled," Zhuang Mingxu agreed readily.

The other people in the Black Ink Clan had no objections, and the trip to the secret realm was finally on the right track!