Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

Outside the Mo family, many people were waiting.

All over the Baizhou, people are also waiting. If the battle between Mo Que and Mo Shang can really be fought, those who have entered the Mo family will spread the battle to all parts of the Baizhou through the shadow talisman.

This was a truly world-beating battle.

"Ji Yunfei, you're here too? I heard that Li You, who you picked up, was defeated by Mo Que in Jianzhou. Why are you so angry, so you want to see if Mo Shang can defeat him?"

"To be able to be defeated by a crippled Martial Dao person, the descendant of the Blood Emperor you chose seems to be unworthy of the name!"

At the same time, within the Mo family, Daoist, who came from the Immortal Alliance, also gathered at this time.

Ji Yunfei was in the Immortal League. Although he was sheltered by his grandfather, there were also people who were not afraid. At this time, another young Daoist opened his mouth to ridicule.

"Humph!" Ji Yunfei's face was gloomy, he sneered, and did not answer.

Originally, he didn't want to come, because of the few Daoists who came today, many of them have already completed their competition and made it to the Haori List, but the one he cited, Li You, failed to make it.

It's just that he has a grudge against Mo Que, so he came here, wanting to see Mo Shang's defeat to Mo Shang with his own eyes.

He wants to watch Mo Que's martial arts be destroyed, completely and completely reduced to a real waste!

"Junior Sister Mu doesn't seem to be here. Isn't Mo Que her escort? Why doesn't her Daoist show up for the Mo Que battle today?"

The young man who had ridiculed Li Yunfei looked around again, looking for Mu Yunshang.

"Chu Nankong, don't look for it. We all know that Mo Que probably won't show up today, so how could she come?" Another young receptionist said, although he was talking to Chu Nankong, his eyes But he kept looking at another place.

Chu Nankong followed the person's gaze and saw a woman in red standing there.

She was expressionless, standing quietly in one place alone, although she just stood there motionless, she seemed to be the only one in the world.

"Is that the daughter of the War Great Emperor, Yun Zhilan?" Chu Nankong's eyes lit up, deeply attracted by the cold demeanor and peerless face of the woman in red.

"The number one goddess in Baizhou, who in the world dares to provoke her? In the younger generation, only Mo Que was the only one who dared to act arrogantly in those days, and let out mad words, and wanted to look down on Baizhou and grow old with her!"

The young man who looked at the woman in red said, "I heard that when Mo Que was away from the state, a woman in red with a mask helped him. I don't know if this is the woman?"

"Lizhou, where was the Wuji Temple back then?" Chu Nankong pondered for a moment and said, "This woman is both the first goddess of the Baizhou and the daughter of the War Great Emperor, why has it never been on any list this time, see past her name?"

This class of women, according to their name, will definitely appear on the list, and it is probably not difficult to compete for the Haori list.

"That's because she, like Mo Que back then, is a real world-shattering evildoer. She directly received the token sent by the Xianmeng, and she can join our Xianmeng without competing for the cauldron!"

At this time, another young Daoist came, it was Situ Qinghong, the Daoist of the Immortal Alliance who had invited Mo Shang!

"Senior Brother Situ!" The expressions of several young Daoists changed slightly. Situ Qinghong was a disciple of the Emperor Realm. In terms of background, even Ji Yunfei was a little afraid.

"This woman came to Mo's house today to see Mo Que's battle with her own eyes?" Chu Nantian rolled his eyes and said, "What is the relationship between her and Mo Que?"

No one could answer him on this.

Back then, Mo Que went to the state where the War Great Emperor was located, and ranted to Yun Zhilan, saying that he would be proud of me and that I would share the white hair with you. This sentence angered the emperor and went with him on the spot. World War I.

The matter also spread to the surrounding states at that time, but the two did not decide the outcome of the battle, and the emperor's daughter never gave Mo Que a good face.

Therefore, many people were surprised that she came today.

Seeing that time passed slowly, more and more people came from the Mo family.

Those powerful people, it is not easy for the Mo family to keep them out, they can only invite them into the Mo family. "Looks like Mo Que isn't coming!"

Seeing the passage of time, Mo Que has never appeared, and those who come today gradually feel that Mo Que will not appear.

"As expected!"

The people who came were not disappointed. They just thought they came to visit one of the current imperial clan, and take a look at the style of the youngest king, Mo Shang.

"Mo Que is here!"

Just when people thought that today's war would end without a fight, a piece of news came from outside the Mo family.

"As expected, he is not dead, but his martial arts body has been abolished, so he dares to come!"

People were deeply surprised that among the Mo's family, the ancestors who had gone to Mo Que's face became even darker and walked out of the Mo's family at the same time.

At this time, outside Mo's house, Mo Que brought a few people with him before arriving at Mo's house.

Jian Yi, Mo Nian, Mu Yunshang, and Lu Ningshuang walked with him, step by step, to the door of Mo's house.

"Mo Que!"

Several old people from Qingzhou who had been standing in front of Mo's house immediately stepped forward and greeted Mo Que.

"You are here too?" Mo Que nodded, knowing that they couldn't enter Mo's house, and said, "Since you are here, come with me into Mo's house."

Lou Yuchen opened his mouth and finally turned into a wry smile.

Whether it is talent, strength, or even background, he is far inferior to Mo Que, which makes him feel a deep powerlessness in his heart.

"Mo Que, you're not dead yet!"

Outside Mo's house, several ancestors appeared again.

Mo Xiao, the eleventh ancestor of the Mo family, who stabbed the Feng Yuan blood sword into Mo Que's chest with his own hands, kept his eyes on Mo Que, as if to see if his martial art was abolished.

"I haven't returned for four years, and I have a few ancestors to greet me in person!" Mo Que's face was a little pale, but his tone was still arrogant.

"Even if you are not dead, your martial arts will also be useless. Since you want to take the initiative to die, we will fulfill you!" The Eleventh Ancestor Mo Xiao said with a sneer when he saw that Mo Que's breath was weak, his lips were as white as paper, and his heart was much calmer.

The time of the war had come, and Mo Que had no intention of wasting too much time, and walked into Mo's house with the people behind him.

Four years later, back to Mo's house again!

Stepping into this step, he felt very strange in his heart.

The Mo family is still the same Mo family, but the people in the Mo family have already changed.

As soon as he entered Mo's house, he immediately saw many familiar faces.

When these faces saw him returning, some sneered, some had complicated expressions, and so on.

Mo Que didn't say hello to them, and went straight to the back, straight to the Mo family's ancestral mausoleum!

When he came here, before the ancestral mausoleum, the figure that had been in his heart after four years, had already sat in front of the mausoleum, waiting quietly.

"Mo Shang!" Mo Que glanced at him, but there was no fierce murderous intent or anger in his eyes, just a kind of coldness.

"You're finally here!" Mo Shang seemed to have long expected that Mo Que would come, and opened his eyes, there seemed to be thousands of visions in his eyes, deep and peaceful.