Martial Peak

Meng Qi waved his hand and asked: "How much do you know about the battlefield of this ink and the Mo people?"

"Not much, that is, before coming, listen to some of the slogans."

Meng Qi beheaded. He also knows that the information here has always been a secret to the Three Thousand Worlds. Only the top and elite disciples know a little about it, and it is not comprehensive. Yang Kai naturally cannot understand too much.

When I turned it over, I suddenly took out a thing, rounded, and the size of my fist.

Yang Kaiding looked into the eyes and confessed: "Qun Kun map?"

He had this thing in his hand, and he bought it at somewhere in the world. The three thousand worlds are too vast, and countless large domains are connected to each other. If there is no guidance for the map, there is no way to identify the direction and the route of travel, so basically every person who opens the heavens will have a map.

Everything in this place knows how to refine it. After all, this is a financial input.

Every year, the benefits of Dongtianfudi relying on Qiankun map are extremely large.

Yang Kai did not understand what Meng Qi took out at this time.

"This is the map of the battlefield of the ink. Although the information contained in it has stayed for 3,000 years ago, it is basically not much different from the current one." Meng Qi said something and handed the map to Yang Kai.

He was the battlefield of the elders with the elders of the martial arts four thousand years ago. When he fought with the Mo people three thousand years ago, he was not eroded by the power of ink. The ink became the ink, and the information in his hands has never been updated. .

Yang Kai has taken it with pleasure. This is a good thing for his current situation.

The gods immediately poured into it, and instantly it seemed to enter a vast expanse of hustle and bustle. The horizon was opened, and Yang Kai saw the inside of the Qiankun map, a piece of Guanzhong.

He saw the existence of a slogan in it, and each name seems to have something to do with Dong Tianfu.

For example, he saw the Great War, Yin and Yang Guan, Shaoguan, Jin Lingguan, etc...

This road is closely related to each other, connected end to end, forming a large battle, and squatting in the void. Yang Kai can almost imagine that in this battlefield of ink, these real relationships are huge.

The last part of these relations is not to go back, but there is the dividing line between the three thousand worlds and the battlefield of Mexico. It is also the last line of defense. If it is broken, it means that the Mo people can drive straight in. Three thousand world dangers.

"Predecessors, where are we now?" Yang opened for a moment and didn't find his place. According to the truth, he should be in his own position, and it should be easy to find on this map, but he could not see it.

The faint feeling is related to being in this mystery. The secret is also a small world, which is isolated from inside and outside, so it will hinder the display of the map.

Meng Qi reached out and touched a certain place in the map, and instantly lit up: "This position."

Yang Kai inspected the light point from the hole in the Tianfu place, and could not help but lick the tooth, this distance can be a bit far, almost can be said to go deep into the belly of the battlefield of Mexico, want to go to those places, do not know how many to experience Dangerous.

Meng Qi explained: "This film is the territory of the Red Dragonfly. There are many Moss under the shackles and there are many inks. After you leave this secret, the first thing you have to face is this. Layer crisis."

Before coming, Liu Mu Shenjun and others explained with Yang Kai that the Mo people have a very strict hierarchical division. The highest is the royal king of ink. Every adult ink king is comparable to the nine products. Strength.

Under the royal family, the Mohist group at the domain level is equivalent to eight products.

This red dragon landlord is undoubtedly at this level.

Under the lord of the domain is the lord, and the lord is equivalent to seven products.

Under the lord is the ordinary Mo people, but it is divided into the upper Mo people and the lower Mo people. Among them, the upper Moh is almost equivalent to the level of Chinese products, and the lower Moh is the next product. These Mo people do not have any threat to Yang Kai.

However, if the number is too much, it is also a problem.

In the battlefield of the ink, a royal family has a number of domain owners, the domain masters, and a number of lords, so hierarchically, the lower level is the only one.

The Mohist, no matter how it is cultivated, must be subordinated to the Mohs. Even if it is a Mohist who only has one product to cultivate, in the battlefield of Moh, the identity is higher than that of an eight-piece opener. Mohist.

However, this is true, but for the Mo people, weak urinating is the biggest original sin. Ordinary Mexicans are not treated as high-ranking Mohs many times, because in the war, they will be treated as cannon fodder and consume the hole. Their strength, and the power of the ink that escaped after their death, is a certain degree of deterrence against the warriors of Dongtianfu.

In almost every major war, there are countless ordinary Mo people killed, no matter whether they are the next Mohist or the Shang Mo, but in countless years, these ordinary Mo people, like consumables, are inexhaustible. Absolutely.

"What can the old man see as a means of display, can it be disguised as an ink?"

Yang Kai nodded: "If someone wants to check their identity, the younger generation can cross the sea, but can't be checked."

Meng Qi said: "This is a practical method, but you can't rely too much. On the battlefield of ink, there are four pillars of the Qiankun, not just one of you. There used to be a predecessor who pretended to be a Mexican. The place where the Mo people gathered, so the Mo people still have some precautions against it."

Yang Kai was slightly surprised, but soon relieved.

The Qiankun four-column and other heavens and earth treasures can almost be said to be the nemesis of the ink power of the ink, and the caves will not be used again.

Innumerable years, although the four pillars of Qiankun are rare in the world, they have always appeared. The caves here will be robbed. It is definitely a way to send the ink to the battlefield of Mexico in the first time to enhance its combat power.

Yang Kai even suspected that one of the four pillars of Qiankun, which had appeared in the broken days three thousand years ago, was the strongman of Dongtianfudi.

"The relationship between the Mo and the Mohist is the relationship between the master and the slave. In the eyes of all the Mo people, the Mohist is only the animals they have captive, and they are killed and killed. They like to swallow the power of the heavens and the earth, and thus strengthen themselves. This is their The way of practice, so the existence of the Mo people will have such a big threat to the three thousand worlds."

Three thousand worlds, countless Qiankun, each Qiankun has its own power of heaven and earth, and these heaven and earth powers are the rations and strong capital of the Mo people. Once the Mo people have entered the world of three thousand, all the continents of the world will be finished. .

In particular, the total altar of the great caves of Tianfudi, the accumulation of countless generations, the richness of the heavens and the earth is far less than the average Qiankun continent.

If the leisurely Kunlun mainland is a commonplace for the Mo people, then the great place where the great caves are located is the mountain and the sea.

The Mo people liked to swallow the power of the heavens and the earth, and Yang Kai also saw it from the king of the black domain. At that time, if he did not stop in time, he did not know how many inkmen had to run to death, and then she swallowed power to restore herself.

"The inkless inked by the power of the Mexicans is the slave of the Mohist, and the Mohs have the ability to sense slaves."

"The meaning of the predecessors is..."

Meng Qi explained: "In other words, if I am a Mohist, if you are inked by my ink power, then you are my slave. I am your master. As long as you are near me, I can always sense you. The existence of a convenient command."

Yang Kai nodded slightly.

"But I don't know if the Mohs can sense the status of other people's slaves." Meng Qi frowned slightly. "In short, if you meet the Mo people, be careful."

Whether or not the Mohist is completely invisible from the outside, this is true even for the Mo people. It is impossible to judge the friends and foes by appearance. The two sides naturally have other methods.

For Dongtianfudi, checking Xiaokun is the most effective and safe way.

"Between the Mo people, the example of robbing the slaves is not uncommon. The generations of the heavens have become self-contained, and the power of heaven and earth is also very attractive to them. In order to compete for the ink, it is not uncommon to kill each other, even after every war. Some people are inked, and if they are lucky, they will take the initiative to go to the place where the Mo people gather to find their own masters. If you can successfully leave this secret, you can pretend to be a servant without the Lord."

Yang Kai slightly raised his eyebrows: "The meaning of the predecessors is, my master is dead or I don't know where to go?"

Meng Qi beheaded: "Only this way, the party may save itself, outside the secret, everywhere in crisis, if your identity is exposed, it will be difficult to escape."

Other open heavens may also be inked and preserved. Yang Kai will not be inked at all. If it is discovered by the Mo people, it will surely be wiped out.

"I understand!" Yang nodded.

"You can take it with you, you are useful to you, and you are holding it." Meng Qi said, and the space in his hand was also faded and handed to Yang Kai.

Yang Kai took the silence.

Meng Qi said so much with him, why did he not know what people mean?

With a grin, Yang Kaidao said: "Predecessors may not have to."

Meng Qi smiled and said: "If you can live, who is willing to die? But I will not die, sooner or later will be re-inked, the secret will be exposed! The old man spent three thousand years, can be clear before dying, The old man is very pleased to make his own choice, so there is nothing to regret."

Yang happy to sigh, although knowing that people are telling the truth, but still can not help but feel uncomfortable. In the hinterland of the battlefield in the depths of the ink, Meng Qi can not completely resist the erosion of the power of ink, only to die here, it is possible to preserve the secret of the existence of the void.

"I am a predecessor." Yang Kai looked stunned.

If he does not say anything to the monk, he will not have to make such a choice. He can kill him with him. Even if he only kills one Moh, he will not lose.