Restart, Death Wings of Ending

The next morning, at the ancient altar at the foot of Mount Mo,

The green wildflowers and weeds have submerged the outer pedestal, and the stone platform one level up is also covered with grass and moss. Only the sapphire pillar standing in the center is smooth and flawless, and an eyeball-like eyeball is embedded in the upper part of the jade pillar. The strange stone balls seemed to be staring at Mo Shan.

The vast crowd also came quietly. It may be that the altar is the most sacred place for the Black Ink people, so no one made any noise. Consciously stop at the periphery of the altar. Form a regular arc.

The clan leaders Ying Jinghe, Zhuang Mingxu, and Mo Ruyuan stood at the forefront, followed by several elders from the clan and the six people who set out for the secret mirror this time. These six people were settled after arguing all afternoon yesterday. After all, Teenagers don’t want to miss this kind of adventure into a mysterious realm, but someone must stay.

Ye San and Masako became outsiders, and they also stood with Mu Qingfeng and the others. Then there were crowds of onlookers.

"The auspicious time has arrived, let's begin!" Ying Jinghe announced loudly.

Mo Ruyuan stepped onto the stone platform in front of everyone. The moment his toes landed on the stone platform, ink-colored smoke erupted from all over his body. Every time he took a step forward, the amount of ink smoke on his body would double. Just like a drop of ink dropped into water and spreads, if the spread is completed, the drop of ink will no longer exist.

The same is true for the Mo people, so Mo Ruyuan is risking his life.

"He won't be dead before he reaches the keyhole!"

"Probably not, he is from this family?"

……

The crowd gradually became restless, and whispers began to sound.

Mu Qingfeng also became nervous, her eyes following Mo Ruyuan's every step. He took very strenuous steps. This kind of exertion was not something that ordinary people could bear.

Mu Qingfeng speculated that this seemingly ancient altar was actually a formation eye similar to a barrier. It could also be said to be a switch for a defense mechanism. And this switch seemed to be integrated with energy that did not belong to the earth, that is, the eyeball-like eye. Strange stone, but this stone ball is a little old, or it may be related to a certain origin of the Black Ink Clan, maybe it is also related to the God of Slaughter,

"You can see it too!" Zhuang Mingxu took a step back and merged into Mu Qingfeng's group. He muttered in a low voice seemingly casually, "This stone ball is an energy stone and belongs to the universe!"

Mu Qingfeng also pretended to be nonchalant, staring straight ahead, and responded in a low voice: "You mean this is also a fragment of the Star Trail Spaceship!"

"It should be, but it's very ancient. It should have a history of ten thousand years!"

"Is that the fragment you are looking for?"

"No, but at least it proves that Mo Mountain is a place frequented by alien civilizations!"

Mu Qingfeng curled up the corner of his mouth and continued to communicate in a low voice: "You wouldn't say that the Black Ink Clan are actually the descendants of alien civilization left on the earth, right?"

Zhuang Mingxu also chuckled: "Aren't we all?"

Mu Qingfeng stopped talking. At this time, Mo Ruyuan had walked to the jade pillar. The thick ink color almost submerged the entire altar. His body was trembling and almost losing strength. He couldn't even raise his hand to insert the key. It became extremely difficult.

"As expected of my family,"

"Yes, to open the secret realm, you have to shed your skin before you die,"

"Look, the key is in,"

People in the tribe were in an uproar, and Mu Qingfeng also looked at the jade pillar together. The moment the key was inserted into the keyhole, Mo Mountain lost its color, and a group of crows screamed and circled over Mo Mountain.

Everyone in the Black Ink Clan retreated in panic, and then knelt on their knees and worshiped, muttering unintelligible vocabulary in their mouths. The same goes for the clan leader and those elders. Even Ying Mo Ran knelt down and worshiped consciously.

For a moment, Mu Qingfeng and other foreigners seemed out of place, and they were confused. After all, what age are we in, how come we still have the feudal superstitious behavior of offering sacrifices and worshiping gods.

"Hey, Captain, why do I feel like I've traveled back to ancient times," Ryosuke Kanazawa whispered,

"Stop talking," Mu Qingfeng ordered coldly, her eyes still focused on Mo Ruyuan. After the key entered the hole, the ink that had spilled out of him gradually retreated into his body.

But he was still exhausted and unsteady, holding the jade pillar with his hands. After breathing for a moment, he turned half sideways and waved to Mu Qingfeng and the others!

The four of them looked at each other and prepared to step onto the stone platform. When they found Ying Moran still lying on the ground piously, Mu Qingfeng called out in a low voice:

"Kage Moran, it's time to go!"

Ying Moran immediately got up, carried a simple luggage on his back, and followed Mu Qingfeng and the others towards Yuzhu.

The entrance was just behind the jade pillar. After the six people gathered together, Tot Skin whistled, and his sharp fangs flew in front of them from the surrounding trees like a bolt of lightning. Now all six people and one beast arrived. Qi, officially heading towards Moshan.

When they stepped off the altar from the other end, the key in the keyhole flew out and landed on the edge of the altar. The ink mountain returned to green again, the six people and one beast disappeared, and everything around them became green again. The wind is gentle and the birds are chirping, which is a wonderful scene of paradise.

The people of the Mo tribe also stopped worshiping in unison. After Ying Jinghe picked up the key, he persuaded the tribe to disperse, and the crowd left in twos and threes.

"Member Zhuang, go back," Ying Jinghe also reminded Zhuang Mingxu,

"Oh! Chief of the Shadow Clan," Zhuang Mingxu came back from the scene in Mo Mountain and asked hurriedly: "The rotten atmosphere in Mo Mountain has deteriorated to such an extent."

Ying Jinghe nodded heavily, "Yes, so the killing formation once every seven days must be carried out, otherwise you will know the consequences," he said with a hint of pity and sighed: "These rising stars may not even be able to get out. Here you go, do you think it’s worth it?”

Zhuang Mingxu's eyes darkened slightly, and he seemed worried, but he still replied indifferently: "Whether it's worth it or not is not something you and I can say. Angel City has always kept its word. If they fail, the Angel God himself will do it." Come forward. What will happen to the Shadow Clan Leader then!"

"Haha!" Ying Jinghe sneered, "Member Zhuang, your God of Death is really a loyal dog, but don't worry, if the Angel God comes to Mo Mountain in person, we Mo people will live and die with it," the words were sonorous and passionate , without leaving any room, in a blink of an eye he urged coldly: "Member Zhuang should take the people away quickly, and come back in seven days to wait for the results."

Zhuang Mingxu sighed softly and watched Ying Jinghe leave before turning around to leave. When he saw that there was only one person left beside him,

He hurriedly asked: "Masako, where is Ye Mi?"

Masako shook his head, "I don't know? You were with me just now!"

Zhuang Mingxu frowned slightly and glanced at the entrance of Moshan again. He seemed to understand something and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, come back to the Death Bureau with me!"

"Oh, okay, by the way, Councilor Mingxu, then Ye Chen may have gotten separated in the crowd! Should we go find him?"

"no need!"

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