"You!" As soon as Mo Zhiqi gritted his teeth, he rushed to the edge of the ink knife, protected Mo Pan behind him, and shouted: "You just want the position of this clan Kanggong, do you still want to slaughter all the clansmen?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the Mo clan relatives who were kneeling at the door trembled. It stands to reason that this is a struggle between the descendants of the main house, and it has nothing to do with them, but now a catastrophe is coming, making them sweat uncontrollably, and some people have clenched their fists and are ready to fight to the death.

"In the past two hundred years, you have indeed improved a little, and you can do this kind of trick." Mo Zhiyu smiled slightly, "I'm not interested in the people outside the door, and I don't dare to be interested in this duke's position. He only lit up the rank in his hand, which read "Dongwei Yi Wang Mo Zhizhi Delusion Spiritual Seat", he is a prince, and he looks down on the position of duke at all.

Everyone at the gate breathed a sigh of relief as if they were about to be amnestied, and they all began to retreat in unison. Now this matter is just a fight between the descendants, and they just have to wait for a while to welcome the new head of the family.

The selfishness of the people outside the door made Mo Pan father and son lose their barrier all of a sudden, they worked hard for two hundred years, but in the end they were still no match for the real power!

Mo Zhiyu "snapped" and smashed the spiritual position in his hand, then looked at Mo Pan lightly, and said, "Second uncle, I still call you second uncle now, so should you give me back my things?" ”

Mo Pan was stunned for a moment, remained silent, and hid behind the ink period. Ink Period's eyes were red, but he still stubbornly blocked the long knife of Ink Delusion alone.

"Second uncle, you should know that you didn't have the ability to protect your son back then, and now, your son is not capable of protecting you. This is a world where power is respected after all, why do you like to think so much about things that don't belong to you? ”

Mo Zhiyu shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, and suddenly reached out and held the hilt, the long knife was forbidden on the spot, but in the eyes of Mo Pan's father and son, it seemed that there was a long knife running through the two, bluffing the two of them into a cold sweat, and then only Mo Zhiyu smiled coldly in front of him,

"Do you think you can hug that thigh over there without handing it over? After so many years, you are reluctant to see through it, even if your son does not marry for life, they will not recognize you, because my name is written on it. They will only recognize one person, that is, me, Mo Zhiyu! ”

The coercion of the peak of the Ink Delusion Chaos Realm was released again, oppressing the father and son in front of him, making every word he said tremble in their hearts,

"I'll give you one more chance, hand it over!"

Mo Pan was still hiding behind the ink period, and he couldn't see his expression, but the ink period was still stubborn, so Mo Zhiyu smiled faintly, and the knife in his hand was finally about to move!

"Good!" Mo Pan suddenly roared, and then gasped for breath, because hovering on the edge of life and death, he was already extremely nervous, nervous and unable to breathe.

And here, the blade of the ink knife has not arrived, but the knife qi has already scratched the tip of the nose of the ink period, the eyes of this young wolf are full of hatred, and he still stubbornly roars: "Dad, you don't have to be afraid of him!" He doesn't dare to kill us, and if he kills us, he will never get what he wants! Remember, it is us who now represents the dignity of the Shikang Mansion! ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at Mo Zhizhi with a faint smile, slowly withdrew the knife, and grabbed the ink-colored scabbard in the air with his right hand, and when the blade was finally put into the sheath, he sighed slightly:

"I'm really proud of your brother, you are very brave, much braver than your father, and even dare to face death. However, I still say that when you can close the gap between us, you will be qualified to talk to me. ”

Mo Zhizhi stared at Mo Zhizhi deadly, but he couldn't move, and he couldn't speak, because Mo Zhizhi's coercion was now all concentrated on his body, forcibly oppressing his body, making him unable to move, this is the difference in strength.

Mo Pan trembled and crawled out from behind Mo Zhizhi, took out a brocade bag from his sleeve, and put both hands to Mo Zhiyu, pleading, "Here you go!" You'll be given everything you want! Please spare us! ”

"It's not for me, it's for me." Mo Zhiyu took the brocade bag with a faint expression, feeling the Yuan Force inside, and after confirming that it was an intact original, he put the brocade bag into the inner heaven and earth, his expression was still faint, and said:

"Since you like this place so much, I'll give it to you. I'd better get a new one for me, and don't be busy tearing down the mound over there, just keep it in mind. ”

Then he didn't look at the father and son, nor did he look at the clan relatives outside the door, and just swaggered back the same way. Even if he didn't show his might again, the people at the door and in the main square avoided one after another, respectfully avoiding.

I don't know who shouted, and then everyone shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the prince!" ”

This cry represents that the master of this family has never changed.

The ink period in the main hall of the ancestral temple rushed up at the same time as the coercion on his body was removed, and even Mo Pan didn't have time to stop it, he summoned his natal sword, gathering the strength of his whole body and rushing towards the ink delusion.

This mountain that has blocked him since he was a teenager, this mountain that has been haunted even two hundred years after his death, and this mountain that is now oppressing him again, he must destroy it with his own hands, even if he is broken to pieces, he must die together!

The walking ink delirium naturally felt the abnormal movement of the ink period, he turned around with a single look, and the ink period hit the air with all his strength, and then it was bounced back.

The ink period fell heavily to the ground, the stone slab on the ground did not crack, but the bones all over his body clicked, and when he opened his mouth, it was a mouthful of blood, and he felt that his newly opened inner heaven and earth were cracking in the sky.

Mo Zhiyu opened his palm indifferently, and the natal sword in Mo Zhizhi's hand automatically floated, but the sharp tip of the sword turned and aimed at his master.

"Don't!" Mo Pan shouted in the ancestral temple.

"Don't!" At the same time, another crisp voice sounded, and a delicate woman suddenly rushed out of the crowd and blocked in front of Mo Zhizhi, "Don't, big cousin!" ”

"Shang'er ......" Mo Zhizhi was a mouthful of blood again, still holding on to stand up, "don't ask him to ......"

"Ah Qi, stop talking!" The woman looked at him with a crying voice and a painful heart, then looked at Mo Zhiyu again, and bowed, "Big cousin, please!" “

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