Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

Seeing that Baimao hadn't completely let go of his guard, Mo Yu pointed to the grain behind him.

"If you are worried about the food here, you can check it."

Baimao nodded hesitantly, and ordered three or four people from the mountain to go forward and pierce the grain bags. Seeing the full-grain grains flowing out of the hole, these people cheered in surprise.

"Food, this is food!"

"We are saved!"

Baimao nodded to Mo Yu gratefully, and the curse wrist also stepped forward and bowed respectfully:

"On behalf of the people of the mountain, I would like to offer my sincerest thanks to Your Excellency."

Mo Yu lightly raised his hand to signal that there is no need to be too polite, and explained his purpose of coming.

On behalf of Ramses II, he conveyed the king's decree to everyone, and his cursed wrist and all-faced face showed thought.

As the only normal human beings left in this singularity, they are the last hope. Once Ramses II breaks his promise, what awaits them will be doom.

"You don't have to worry about your safety. Since the Sun King expresses his acceptance to you, he will naturally not go back on his word. If you don't believe me, I can also be a guarantee together."

Hearing Mo Yu's swearing words, Baimao and Curse Wrist glanced at him, and nodded in agreement.

"We are willing to believe in your character. With your strength, if you have evil intentions, you may have already made a move."

Mo Yu smiled and did not answer, but instead brought up his second purpose, which was also the real purpose of his visit this time.

"Meet the first generation of adults!?"

Whether it's Baimao or the cursed wrist, they repeated what he said in an unbelievable way.

His serious expression didn't look like he was joking at all.

"The Holy Lance Rungomigniad held by the Lion King of Camelot, whose true identity is the star anchor anchoring the earth's surface, once she is allowed to expand the Holy Lance Domain, the world will be destroyed. And in order to fight against Camelot , we need some help."

Hassan's face under the bone mask with the cursed wrist couldn't see the slightest expression, but from his tightly pursed lips, it could be seen that he was struggling to weigh the consequences.

But at this time, Baimao seemed to have made up his mind, and stood up and said: "It is already a great favor to receive the food provided by your Excellency this time, so in response, we should also agree to your request. As for whether the first generation will agree, It’s not something we can decide.”

"Yes, as long as you can see the first generation of Hassan is enough." Mo Yu smiled and nodded.

Seeing this, Nito followed up with small steps. This move caught the attention of the two Hassans. Mo Yu could only explain:

"She is my follower, let her come with me."

Curse Wrist and Baimao both nodded and said nothing more.

The Azrael Temple is located in the deep mountains, and the mountain roads are steep and difficult to climb, but under Mo Yu's power, everyone walked as if they were walking on flat ground.

If he didn't want to keep a low profile before meeting the first Hassan, Mo Yu would have already opened a winding road along the mountainside for walking.

And if Barbatos was here, he could send them directly to the top of the mountain with a gust of wind.

As the altitude continued to rise, Nito couldn't help shivering when he saw the steep abyss less than a foot away. He didn't know whether it was from the cold or he was afraid of heights.

At one point, the crowd walked through the clouds on their stomachs on the mountain road, and then walked down the cloud layer. After a winding path, they finally came to the holy place of the people of the mountain, the Temple of Azrael.

This god is not very grand, on the contrary, it looks a bit dilapidated and gloomy. There are gusts of cold wind blowing from the dark door, and it looks like a haunted house at first glance.

Azrael is the angel of death in Islam, who claims to hold the book of life and death.

Legend has it that Azrael wrote the names of all the people in the world on the leaves of the tree of life behind the throne of God. When a person is about to die, the leaves with the names on them will wither. , the person will die after forty days.

In terms of functions, it is the same as Nito who controls the Book of Dark Mirrors and Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, except that the mythology system is different.

It seems that the hells on Xingyue Earth are also divided into pieces according to the myth system, and it is not known whether the hells are the same between different myths.

"Everyone, after entering the temple, be careful when speaking."

Mo Yu nodded slightly, thinking that if nothing unexpected happened, it should be fine.

He glanced at Nito and said, "Just stay here."

Under Mo Yu's eyes of "you understand", Nito nodded lightly, and sighed inwardly.

In the end, I still couldn't help at all, so I acted as a driver on the way here.

Mo Yu followed Baimao and Cursed Wrist into the temple, and the moment he stepped in, a sinister murderous intent permeated his neck, as if his head would fall to the ground if he was a little negligent.

Although his Yuzhang shield can ignore concept attacks, but facing the crown-level concept of death, Yuzhang's shield may not be able to catch it.

Of course, if Hassan of the first generation chooses to rely on the cursed wrist or Baimao to fight against himself, then there is no need to worry.

As soon as this idea came to mind, the shadow of the black crow jumped in the firelight, trampling out the two groups of twilight lights, and the hall was pitch black, and the cold wind suddenly became strong.

"A person who deviates from human reason, you don't know whether you are dead or alive, and you come here, but you know that your death is coming?"

The old and majestic voice echoed in the temple, Baimao and Cursed Wrist plopped down on the ground.

"Master Hassan, the first generation, we have accepted this gentleman's favor, and we ask Master Hassan, the first generation, to be merciful."

Mo Yu looked back, the door was also completely smeared with black ink, and he could no longer see the way back.

"The first Mr. Hassan, I'm here to negotiate with you."

The sound fell into the pitch-black quagmire, without splashing a little bit of spray, and was swallowed by the darkness soundlessly, without any echo.

The dead tide flooded around his body, stretching out hands from the water, covering Mo Yu's vision and hearing.

After a long time, the adult's voice sounded in the darkness.

"Death is the balance of life, pass my test, and then talk about other things."

really......

Another trial.

Mo Yu has long realized that the only possibility for him to come in is to fight the first generation.

Chapter 110 Two Restraining Attitudes

Two black snake-like shadows entered the body of Hassan, who was about to explain, and Hassan, who was lying on his waist, froze suddenly, jumped up from the ground, and rushed towards Mo Yu without any explanation.

Feeling that the scale of the cursed Hassan's spirit foundation was expanding violently, Mo Yu knew that this crowned assassin was very hostile to him.

After all, he is a demon god.

Mo Yu was neither afraid of death nor fighting, he just didn't want to be incompetent.

Therefore, facing the temptation of the Crown Assassin, he didn't shrink from fear at all, nor did he get excited from the blood of the battle.

If you have to fight, then there is only one fight.

The lance piercing the rainbow roared out, piercing the darkness with sharp sharpness,

Dangdang

In just a few breaths, the two of them had no fewer than dozens of moves.

With the blessing of the crown spirit base, even if the curse wrist does not enhance the real crown level, its strength has reached a level that ordinary heroes cannot reach, and more importantly, his assassination skills have reached a new level .

Although Mo Yu had Yuzhang's shield on his body, he didn't completely rely on Yuzhang's shield to resist the flying blade.

He wasn't sure whether Wang Hassan had the ability to pierce his own shield, so he chose to parry and dodge as much as possible.

Long-handled weapons such as long spears are not good at dealing with hand-to-hand combat, but under Mo Yu's martial arts, the long spear in his hand is as flexible as an arm, and deftly defuses the flying knives and poisonous blades from all directions of the cursed wrist.

In the battle, Mo Yu gradually gained the upper hand by relying on his steady offensive like a mountain.

Mo Yu did not use the power of the earth to blow up the temple, and Wang Hassan did not use his crown-level ability to deal with Mo Yu.

Of course, unless King Hassan used his real body to deal with him, he shouldn't be able to strike that blow that would imbue Tiamat with the concept of death.

However, he is not an evil human being, and he did not come here to attack himself, so the two sides' confrontation is in accordance with the traditional rules, to the point.

After probing enough, Mo Yu thought for a while, and casually shot Hassan's hideous and sealed hand away.

This strange hand is the container that the cursed wrist sacrificed to become Hassan. He attracted the ominous demon god who devoured his own soul. After getting it, he paid a heavy price and finally ascended to Hassan. As a price, he lost forever His own name and face are gone, and his family members have also left him forever.

What this arm seals is not only the demon god, but also the souls swallowed by the demon god.

Cutting off his arm means that Hassan lost his original strength, and there is no longer the previous Yongmeng offensive.

After Mo Yu cut off one arm of the cursed wrist, Wang Hassan stopped attacking.

The two dim lights in the temple emerged again, and a ray of strong light pierced the darkness behind Mo Yu, silently indicating that the battle was over.

The curse wrist that had lost its strength let out a muffled grunt and fell unconscious on the ground.

"You obviously want to destroy the current human principles, but you still have kindness in your heart, don't you feel that there is a contradiction?"

There was neither anger nor kindness in the old and slow words, just ordinary questioning.

Mo Yu, half of his body standing in the darkness, had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes shone brightly with confidence.

"The essence of human evil is human love, but because of the wrong way of love, it becomes evil, so as long as the way is correct, there will be no problem."

The clear answer was completely sucked into the darkness, lighting up the space, Mo Yu turned his back to the light, and his face under the shadow was serious.

After a long time, the old man's reply came from the darkness.

"...Let's just say you passed."

As a result, the sinister murderous aura in the temple also disappeared.

Instead, a tall swordsman in a black robe and a skull mask.

Baimao, who had been shielded from consciousness just now, only felt that he had spent a long night, and when he looked up, he found the cursed wrist lying aside.

"My lord, what happened?"

Baimao asked in panic, but what he got was the reply without emotion from the first generation.

"Baimang, the following matters have nothing to do with you and others, so quickly retreat with a cursed wrist."

With no intention of disobedience in his heart, Bai Mao just glanced at Mo Yu and found that his body was not damaged at all, and saw that the cursed arm was broken, so he knew what happened.

She just nodded, said nothing more, and walked out of the temple with unsteady steps on her shoulders.

So only Mo Yu and Wang Hassan were left in the temple.

To be precise, there was only one person. Although Wang Hassan was standing in front of him, he gave off a vague feeling of disappearing, as if the assassin in front of him was just a shadow of him.

"Tell me why you came."

"Can you help us fight The Lion King?"