At this time, the sound of neat and uniform footsteps also gathered towards them.

"Then rush." Mo Zhiyu said, volleying in the air, and the tortoiseshell array opened into a light shield, enveloping the entire meow ball.

So, on this night, in the misty mountains and forests, a glowing ball hit the undead who were blocking the way, and ran straight in the direction of the Imperial Tomb Shinto.

The sound of "boom" accompanied the ball of light all the way forward, and a powerful cold aura flashed, and countless sword qi slammed into the ball of light.

The sound of "Glara" sounded, and the light cover of the tortoiseshell array was full of cracks, and with another roar, the powerful sword qi hit the ground, and the tortoiseshell array was finally overwhelmed and completely shattered, along with the meow balls, ink delirium, and wanwan inside were all thrown out together.

"Those guys are really ruthless." Mo Zhiyu got up from the ground, and along the way, he went through all the tricks of Gongsun Yunjie's group, and it was a strengthened version.

But it's finally here! Mo Zhiyu looked up and looked ahead, the wide mountain Shinto Road was no more than a hundred meters away from him.

At this time, the night has finally passed, and a ray of light has appeared in the sky.

The light of dawn illuminates the dilapidated mountain road, and in the light, the ruins and broken tiles on both sides of the Shinto Road seem to have been revived, recreating the apartment pavilions of the old days.

Mo Zhiyu suddenly had a headache, he covered his brain with his hands, and fell to his knees in front of the steps of Shinto.

"Hey, you don't want to have a problem at this time!" Wanwan looked back at the thousands of undead legions that surrounded Cheng again, and hurriedly pulled up the ink delirium. Meowball roared and flew the newly encircled undead guards away.

"What is this......" Mo Zhiyu tried his best to open his eyes, and in front of him, in the midst of the prosperous world, a man in the imperial crown walked towards him from Shinto and said, "I have decided! ”

"Big brother, is there really no way?"

(Who?) Who's talking...... ）

"I, I have no choice, this is for our world!"

(This...... What the heck...... ）

"Wake up! This is not the memory of Mo Zhiyu! The voice of the remnant soul roared in his head, and the last consciousness of Mo Zhiyu stopped here.

"Ink Delirium!" Wanwan grabbed Mo Zhiyu's fallen body and shouted vigorously.

But at this moment, an extremely strong force came out of Mo Zhiyu's body, which suddenly shook Wanwan to the ground, and this power was transmitted out strongly, and in an instant, all the undead guards within a radius of a hundred meters turned into flying smoke.

"What a powerful soul power!" Wanwan looked at Mo Zhiyu in surprise, "Who are you?" ”

Mo Zhiyu slowly stood up, he looked at Wanwan, his eyes were cold, like a cold pool frozen for ten thousand years. He didn't speak, but a voice came out of his own body, which was Mo Zhiyu's original voice, but it was compounded by another voice: "This is what I want to ask you, who are you?" I even thought of using this face to get close to the ink delirium. ”

Sitting on the ground, Wanwan's hand on the ground clenched into a fist, but she still couldn't stop her arm from trembling slightly. She stared at the eyes of this "ink delirium", wanting to fight back with a stronger gaze, but her heart was full of fear at the moment. It was the fear she'd ever seen, damn it, it wasn't a good memory.

The momentum of this "ink delirium" was aggressive, but this momentum suddenly disappeared, and the ink delirium fainted again.

Wanwan was stunned: "What...... Yes? ”

At this time, the undead guards swarmed again. Wanwan hurriedly got up from the ground, picked up the ink delirium, and threw him onto Meowball's back, and she did it again on Meowball's back.

Meow Ball let out a low howl, and in three steps and two strokes, he scurried to the Shinto.

The light finally shone here, and the undead legion beyond the steps slowly receded in the morning light.

Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, took a pause, looked at the unconscious Mo Zhiyu, sighed and said, "Trouble." Then she patted the meow ball and said, "Big meow, find a place to hide your master first." ”

Meow Ball "meowed", which was considered a reply, and then carried the two people along the Shinto Road upwards.

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Linqi Night Market. Although the fall of the Zhaoyan royal family has had a certain impact here, it is still lively, but it is just a change of owner.

In the underground secret room of the blacksmith shop, the sleeping Xuanwu Gong slowly opened his eyes, and in this dim stone room, he saw a person standing in front of him.

The man was dressed in a black robe and wore a bronze mask that obscured three-quarters of the man's face, making it impossible to identify his true face. However, when he saw those eyes, Xuanwu Gong's perennial slightly squinted eyes slowly widened, and for more than two thousand years, he had never been so awake as he was now:

"You...... Still alive?! ”

"Awu." The man didn't speak, and directly transmitted his voice, "I'm here to tell you that you can finally realize your dreams." You can finally forge a divine weapon that is far superior to the Heavenly Sword. ”

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"Who are you?"

("Who am I?") ”）

"Who are you?"

("Who am I?") ”）

"Who are you?"

("You told me what he meows!") ”）

"Remember, you are your ......"

("Suddenly the voice changed?") ”）

"You're just a delusion."

……

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mo Zhiyu opened his eyes, and suddenly found that his body was very heavy, and then he saw a huge plush face.

"Meow!" Meow Ball saw that Mo Zhiyu had woken up, and happily leaned his face over and rubbed it. Mo Zhiyu stretched out the big head of Meow Ball, gasping for breath, and almost suffocated in the cat's hair.

"Awake?" A clear and faint voice came.

Mo Zhiyu looked over and saw Wanwan leaning against a broken wall, munching on an apple with ease. Mo Zhiyu then looked around and found himself lying in a pile of dead grass, a half-collapsed house, the shadow of the high wall just blocking the sunlight.

Here, it should be the above-ground palace of the emperor's tomb, the above-ground palace that has collapsed.

Mo Zhiyu pointed to Meowball's nose and said, "Get smaller." ”

The meow ball gave a low "woo", and the "bang" turned into a cat egg. Mo Zhiyu put the cat egg on his shoulder, stood up, walked to Wanwan, and said with a smile, "Thank you for not throwing me down the mountain." ”

"Are you embarrassed?" Wanwan tossed him another apple, "I've almost slept enough, I can go find the entrance to the dungeon, right?" ”

Mo Zhiyu took the apple, and just as he was about to speak, Wanwan had already walked forward on her own. Mo Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, wiped the apple in his hand, and gave half of it to Meow Ball, Meow Ball turned his head in disgust, and then Mo Zhiyu bit the apple and followed Wanwan, saying, "Why do you feel like you're a little angry?" ”

Wanwan looked at him, looked puzzled, and said, "You're so strange, you've been distracted." —The next chapter, "Emperor Chenling Monument"

(End of chapter)