Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

Mo Que came to a deep mountain and joined Situ Qinghong.

"Do you know, what have you done?" Situ Qinghong was clean, and when he saw Mo Que, his face was a little ugly.

"You called me to ask these questions?" Mo Que frowned.

"boom!"

Situ Qinghong suddenly burst out with a powerful aura, vitality entwined all over his body, and said coldly, "Have you forgotten that your life and death are now in my hands!"

"So what?" Mo Que was not afraid, and said, "So I will bow down to you and respect you as master?"

Situ Qinghong's vitality was violent, just like his mood at the moment.

He was thinking about whether he had made a wrong decision. He thought that controlling Mo Que's life and death would allow Mo Que to obey him.

But he now finds that Mo Que is not the kind of person who is afraid of death, and his attitude towards him has not changed in the slightest from beginning to end.

"You killed so many Immortal League disciples and killed Bai Ziling. Do you know how many people in the Immortal League want you to die?" Situ Qinghong resisted his anger.

The Bai Ziling in his mouth was the gray-haired old man.

A true king, Realm, died at the hands of Mo Que. Even if there are many powerful people in the Immortal League, this cannot be regarded as not happening.

"Murderers, people will always kill them." Mo Que said indifferently, "Since they can come to kill me, they must prepare to be killed!"

"You..." Seeing Mo Que's tough attitude, Situ Qinghong's eyes became more murderous.

But he still held back and said, "I chose you originally because I wanted you to grow up, cut off your path and take away its blood."

"But now, you are not tolerated by the various branches of the Immortal Alliance. I am afraid that you have been killed by the people of the Immortal Alliance before you can capture the blood of Mo Shang!"

Mo Que's expression remained the same.

From the very beginning, he never thought of taking the ancestral blood from Mo Shang's body.

As a martial artist, he has his own backbone and is unwilling to rely on external forces to use Mo Shang to achieve himself.

Martial Dao believes that he is the foundation, and he only wants to walk on his own.

"You came to me just for these things?" Mo Que was a little impatient, he believed that Situ Qinghong had arranged for him, but he never thought of acting according to this arrangement.

Situ Qinghong seemed to have made a decision, but the murderous intent in his eyes narrowed, and he said, "This experience actually means that the Immortal Alliance has other deep meanings."

From Situ Qinghong's mouth, Mo Que learned some things, and then he and Situ Qinghong left this place and rushed to a place called Immortal Tribulation Valley.

In this chaotic area, there are many immortals buried, many powerful beings, and everyone's Cultivation Base is above the Emperor Realm!

"In the Immortal Dao Emperor Realm, after death, he will sit in place, and return all the Cultivation Bases that he acquired in heaven and earth, and integrate them into heaven and earth!"

According to what Situ Qinghong said, although those Great Emperors of the Immortal Dao were enthroned, they left a legacy and a chance here.

This time, the Xianmeng asked its disciples to come to experience it in order to find the opportunity left by the ancestors, so that the Xianmeng could produce a few more powerful people.

"The chaos is coming, is the Immortal Alliance preparing for the so-called calamity of ten thousand years?" Mo Que immediately understood the key.

The Xianmeng wanted to cultivate more powerhouses before the chaos really came.

"In the Valley of Myriad Tribulations, some people feel the ancient methods of the immortal way, and they made breakthroughs on the spot. It is very likely that a certain immortal great emperor in ancient times sat and transformed."

"Many people have rushed there now, wanting to seize the opportunity, and Mo Shang is also among them!"

Situ Qinghong said the reason why he called Mo Que. He wants to cut off Mo Shang's future, otherwise in the eyes of his master Yuanji Daoist, there is only Mo Shang, so the last thing he wants to see is to let Mo Shang win the opportunity.

But Mo Que had another plan. He was not afraid of Mo Shang's chances, but he also wanted to see what kind of law the Immortal Dao Emperor stayed.

If he wants to evolve the heaven and earth in his body, he must understand all dharmas and ten thousand ways, which is also a chance for him.

"I don't want to let Xianmeng know your relationship with me for the time being. We will separate from this. If you find the opportunity, let me know immediately!"

When they came to the Valley of Immortal Tribulation, Situ Qinghong and Mo Que separated and left alone.

Mo Que knew that he was not favored by the Immortal League, and now that he had beheaded so many disciples of the Immortal League, Situ Qinghong naturally didn't want people to see them getting too close.

Stepping into the valley, Mo Que suddenly felt a strange breath.

"The laws of heaven and earth here seem to be different from other places."

Through the divine map, he was able to sense the subtleties of the real world, and at this moment, he noticed that there was some law circulating in this valley.

"That's the influence of the way he cultivated during his lifetime after he was transformed into the Emperor Realm of the Immortal Dao." In his mind, there was a mysterious opening.

"Senior!" Mo Que was pleasantly surprised, this being has spoken out more and more times recently.

"The catastrophe is approaching. Although I want you to break through on your own and not rely on others, but now, you have to grow up in the shortest possible time!" The mysterious voice said.

Even these existences are so concerned about the coming catastrophe, which makes Mo Que feel awe-inspiring.

No more words, Mo Que walked into this place, through the world of Shentu, and carefully felt the difference between this place and the outside world.

He observed carefully, and saw that the breeze was blowing, and the grass and trees in the valley swayed gently.

Where the stream is, some water droplets form on the rocks, slowly gather into water droplets, and then drip.

"The time here seems to be passing very slowly!" Mo Que finally realized the difference between this place and the outside world after careful observation. ..

The grass and trees swayed gently, also because the wind speed was extremely slow, so it appeared gentle.

The water droplets on the rock also need to coagulate for a longer time to form and then drip.

"Death for 10,000 years, the way of life can still have such an impact on this!" The mysterious existence sighed: "The person who sat here in the past was very extraordinary."

Mo Que agrees, and the further he goes, the slower things change here.

"Go find the Dao Seed." The mysterious existence said.

"What is Taoism?" Mo Que was puzzled and had never heard of it.

"The emperor sits in the realm and returns the Cultivation Base of his life to the world, and the way he cultivated during his lifetime is integrated into the world, and after a long period of time, it will be transformed into a Dao seed and feed back to the world."

According to the explanation of the mysterious existence, the Taoist species may be a grass, a stone, or even an ant.

That is, after the characters in the emperor realm are transformed, the laws left behind are re-attributed to all things, and the thing that absorbs the most will undergo transformation.

If it melts into ordinary grass, this grass may become a rare magic medicine.

The medicine melts into the stone, and this stone may possess the power of an imperial weapon.

But before finding it, no one knew what the Dao Seed would be.

"It seems that for the disciples of the Xianmeng, the Law of Enlightening the Emperor Realm is one of them, and the Dao seed is what the Xianmeng really wants!" After Mo Que understood, he immediately passed through the world of Shentu and carefully sensed it.

However, the Dao seed may be any kind of all things, and trying to find it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Before Mo Que had the slightest clue, he sensed that someone was quietly approaching him.