Late at night.

In the Donglie Marshal's Mansion, in a study, Kong Hongwei, the generalissimo of the Donglie Army, was sitting on the Taishi's chair and reading a dossier.

The dossier was very thin, only a few pages, but Kong Hongwei read it carefully, frowning, and reading word by word.

It is rumored that Generalissimo Kong is completely different from Marshal Xilingyi, but he is a Confucian handsome, calm and calm, even when the two armies are facing each other, he is still light and light, and rarely dignified.

However, at this time, Kong Hongwei's brows became tighter and tighter, and his expression became more and more solemn.

On the dossier, there is a person's information: "Mr. Xiling Zhanchengyu, who appeared nearly a year ago, cured poison for Jian Shuai, one of the five marshals of Xiling, and thus made a great friendship. Acting in a low-key manner, with a mysterious origin, until a few months ago, before Yi Shuai's birthday banquet, he was forced by the Xiling Divine Medical Hall, Luoyue Peak, and Luan Haiqing to show the combat power of the Heavenly Realm and shake the main city of Xiling......"

"Tonight, Mr. Yu appeared in the Pattern Casting Master Guild, and with his unheard-of [Flame Carving] skills, he overwhelmed all the pattern casters, and with the condensation of the mysterious nine whirlpools, he shocked the Deng family's Deng Muyuan ......"

Syllable...... Kong Hongwei put the file on the table, tapped his fingers on the back of the chair, and muttered: "Nine whirlpools, nine whirlpools...... Those old fellows of the Pattern Casters Guild definitely didn't expect that this day would come so quickly, they must have thought that this day would be after they passed away......

At this time, in the shadows of the study, a vague black shadow appeared, and said in a low voice: "Kong Shuai, how should we deal with tonight's matter?" If it is not handled properly, starting tomorrow, the prestige of the Pattern Casting Master Guild will plummet, and it will not be good for our Donglie Battle City. ”

"How to deal with it?" Kong Hongwei leaned back on the Taishi chair and looked at the bright moon outside the window, "When it comes to that earth-shattering secret ten years ago, we in Donglie Battle City don't get involved, the Pattern Casting Master Guild will let them fend for themselves." ”

"Yes!" the dark figure saluted, its form blurred, and vanished like a light smoke.

"If the moon falls, the sun will appear! The legend of that exercise could not be fulfilled so quickly, ten years ......."

A sigh sounded in the study, turning into a moonlit night breeze and slowly dissipating.

......

At the same time.

The news of the changes in the Pattern Casting Guild appeared one after another in front of the bookcases of the major forces in the main city of Donglie, shaking the high-level of each force.

Then, the major forces in the main city of Donglie, including the three major families, the Dongshi Mansion, all made a strikingly similar decision, and turned a blind eye to the changes in the Pattern Casting Master Guild.

Even Deng Muyuan, who participated in this matter, was sentenced to the most severe punishment of the Deng family after returning to the Deng Mansion, and was in retreat for three years.

......

The main city of Donglie, the eastern suburbs.

On the shore of a sparkling lake, there is a lonely grave, which is very secluded.

Next to the lonely grave, accompanied by a few dead trees, the moonlight is sprinkled, but it cannot illuminate the area, as if it is shrouded in a thin veil, and everything is hazy.

In the distance, a figure flew by, treading the waves, and it was Qin Mo in a moment.

At this moment, Qin Mo was still wearing a beast bone mask, and he followed Yin Cheng's guidance to come to this place.

"A lonely tomb!" Qin Mo's eyes moved, a little surprised.

Looking around, he looked surprised, he had already discovered the strangeness of this place, the moonlight pouring down, it was actually absorbed by this place.

"Boy, there are two sticks of incense, one is Lord Benhu, and the other is yours. Yincheng's voice rang out.

The fox's tone was strange, unprecedentedly low, as if it was suppressing some kind of angry, sad emotion.

Qin Mo bowed slightly, put on two sticks of incense as he said, and bowed.

Afterwards, Qin Mo sat in front of the lonely grave, looking at the rippling lake, and quietly listened to Yincheng's story of the past of its grievances with the Pattern Casters Guild.

"Lord Benhu and the Pattern Casting Guild don't have much grudge. ”

"However, the old guys behind the Pattern Casting Guild teamed up with many strong people ten years ago to secretly plot a ......."

Qin Mo's expression moved: "Alone?"

"That's right, a person. A Tianjiao, who can be called unparalleled in the world, is dead......" Yincheng said in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency Yincheng, are you ready to avenge that person?" Qin Mo frowned and asked.

"It's not Lord Benhu, it's you kid, maybe you can avenge that person?" Yin Cheng's answer made Qin Mo confused.

"Boy, what do you think of the power of the exercise that Lord Benhu simulated just now?" Yin Cheng suddenly asked.

Qin Mo's heart was shocked, thinking that not long ago, Yin Cheng used [Blue Flame Glass Fire] to simulate the feeling of that exercise, and he was already sure that this technique was extremely terrifying, and it must be a peerless martial art.

However, regarding the true grade of this exercise, Qin Mo could not be sure. Because the [Blue Flame Glass Fire] simulated exercise only has its potential, there is no way to guess the true meaning of this exercise.

Qin Mo nodded and said, "Strong, terrifyingly strong! If this technique is complete, I'm afraid it will be an upper-level ...... of the ground."

"That's a miracle that leads to heaven!"

Yin Cheng's words made Qin Mo Huo Ran change color, that technique was actually a heaven-level martial art? It was really appalling.

You must know that the types of martial arts in the Ancient Continent are as vast as a sea of smoke, and even the peerless martial arts at the prefecture level have a lot of inheritance.

After all, from ancient times to the present, there have been peerless martial artists in every generation, and naturally there will be peerless martial arts handed down.

However, above the earth-level, there are very few heaven-level martial arts known as the world's best.

From ancient times to the present world, there are only a handful of heaven-level world-shattering divine skills, and once they are born, the entire continent will set off a bloody storm.

Now, this fox actually said that the exercise it simulated was a divine skill that reached the sky, and Qin Mo was trembling in disbelief.

"Ten years ago, this world-shattering skill was cultivated by the people in this tomb, and when the people in the tomb were young, they had already cultivated to the point of entering the hall. At that time, the world-strong people of all ethnic groups in the mainland predicted that in the next few decades, the people in the tomb would surely climb to the peak of martial arts and rank among the strongest people in the mainland. ”

However, such a prophecy was finally stifled by a group of villains. ”

Qin Mo frowned, he still didn't understand why this fox would say that it would be possible for him to avenge the people in the tomb in the future.

"About this miracle, after the death of the person in the tomb, it also disappeared without a trace. The group of villains were very proud, thinking that they had killed a peerless Tianjiao and could change the general trend. ”

"However, there is another legend about this world-shattering divine skill, if the moon falls, the sun will appear! When this divine skill appears, if the cultivator does not reach the end of the world, he will die and fall. Within a hundred years after that, another successor will appear, rebuild this work, cut off the cause and effect of the predecessor, and become the strongest ...... of the continent."

"This legend, from ancient times to the present day, has never expired. ”

Yin Cheng said this, and said in a low voice: "Boy, Lord Benhu knows very well that you want to become stronger. Tonight's events have made you have some connection with this exercise. In the future, it may be possible that you will become the inheritor of this practice, and at that time, you will liquidate all the enemies of the people in the tomb!"

"But it's too early to say all this. Don't ask too much about the turmoil ten years ago, and everything about this exercise. Your cultivation is far from enough, at least reach the level of Lord Benhu, let's talk about it......"

In the cool night, in front of the lonely grave, beside the quiet lake, listening to the strange words of this fox, Qin Mo's body trembled inexplicably, and he was silent for a long time.

After a long time, Qin Mo got up, bowed again towards the lonely tomb, his figure flashed, and he quickly walked away.

......

Following.

As soon as Qin Mo opened his eyes, he found that it was already three poles of the sun, and the sunlight was shining in the house, with light flocculents flying, which was very warm.

What happened last night seems to be a dream, but it has been engraved in my heart.

"I've slept for so long!" Qin Mo got up and found that his whole body ached.

This situation is normal, the fusion of the Fighting Holy Body and the Demon Clan's King Fire is an overdraft consumption. Just the pain of the whole body is considered light.

looked around, but there was no trace of Yincheng, and the dwarf was nowhere to be seen.

"Where have these two guys gone? Qin Mo didn't see any trace of the little white tiger, and couldn't help frowning.

At this time, in the courtyard outside the door, there was a sound, Qin Mo pushed open the door and walked out.

I saw that in front of the stone table in the small courtyard, there was a circle of people, the short man, Xiong Biao, and Qin Yunjiang were all there. There is also a fat boy Dong Dongdong.

The four of them were eating and drinking around the stone table, stacks of empty plates were scattered on the ground, and the little white tiger was holding the plates, stacked neatly one by one.