Luo Bingqian said, her hands clenched the Qingxing Thorn, and the formation talisman was carved in the air, and the Qingxing Thorn with both hands stabbed forward at the same time, and the array talisman was enlarged and flew towards this huge "Heavenly Emperor", and at the same time she shouted: "Seal!" ”

This huge "Heavenly Emperor" silently opened his mouth and blew out a strange green smoke towards this huge array of talismans.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The green smoke intersected with the array talisman, and it exploded into a huge vibration, stirring the surrounding clouds and mist rolling like a wave, making it even more confusing.

This array disappeared in the green smoke, but the green smoke floated straight towards everyone.

"Hide behind me!" Mo Zhiyu roared, and the ink knife in his hand was replaced by the Tian'a sword, and he swung out the sword without sparing. The dazzling brilliance shone among the clouds, piercing the heavy cyan smoke, turning into a giant sword towards the huge "Heavenly Emperor", and then there was a loud "bang", and the huge "Heavenly Emperor" disappeared in this brilliance.

Everyone was stunned, they didn't expect this so-called "Heavenly Emperor" to be eliminated so easily?

However, the strange clouds around here have not disappeared, they are still rolling, and they are even more powerful than before. They are formless and insubstantial, and they will not be forced back by any blade or elemental force. They rolled in, and almost in the blink of an eye, they drowned out all the remaining six......

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"Ink delirium! Ink Delirium! The noisy sound sounded in his ears, Mo Zhi woke up in a daze, but the dazzling light made him close his eyes again suddenly, he subconsciously blocked the strong light with his hands, so that his eyes slowly adapted to the current light, and then opened his eyes, only to find himself in an underground stone chamber, but this stone chamber was full of night pearls, making it no different from daylight.

It seemed to be an underground medical room, full of grief and moaning sounds, and the medical staff in white vests were busy before noticing that Mo Zhiyu had woken up.

It was so noisy that it hurt his head, and he felt uncomfortable pain all over his body, and he was very tired, so he closed his eyes again and recuperated.

The brain gradually cleared, and some familiar, but certainly first-time information, rushed into his brain.

He was born in the deep mountain tribe of Hokuriku, Tsukibe, and was the young leader of that ancient tribe. But the North Continent was freezing, their tribe was declining and dying, and his parents had died in a cold winter, so he had to lead his people out of that place.

However, the fertile land outside the snow-capped mountains is controlled by the Yuan family, and even if the people of the Moon Department come out, they will not be able to gain a foothold, and they will become slaves of the Yuan family.

This is a world where martial arts prevail, and the only way to get out of their tribe's predicament is to seek greater power. As the head of the tribe and the hope of the tribe, he left the tribe and decided to go to the Eastern Continent, wanting to worship the disciples of the famous martial arts sect of this world, the Sword Heng Sect.

However, all the main roads from Hokuriku to Donglu were controlled by the Yuan family, so he could only venture to the west, crossing the snow-covered mountains of the Absolute Mountains, first to the savannah of the Western Continent, and then to the Eastern Continent by boat.

However, his purpose was eventually known by the Yuan family, who designed to frame him and sell him to the underground black market in Qinjiabao as a gladiator.

This scene is extremely familiar, isn't it just another time travel?

Mo Zhiyu subconsciously touched his neck, and he really touched a warm and smooth thing, he touched this thing carefully, and touched the nick on this thing, a gossip, it is indeed a gossip jade coin. He could also sense that there was a faint soul power in this jade coin, but no soul could sense him.

Moreover, he finally knew his current name: Moon Pupil.

Moon Hitomi! He turned out to be called Moon Hitomi! This is the world more than 2,000 years ago?!

Mo Zhiyu's eyes widened in shock, and he could only stare at the rough rock at the top of the stone chamber, but the light of his eyes gradually brightened.

Some things seem to be clear to him at last, and he and Yue Tong were really connected before, so he will always have some inexplicable memories, these are the memories of Yue Hitomi.

He suddenly remembered what the disciple of the Lei Yin Pavilion had said: "According to the 'Covenant of Fate', we will eventually go through all the things of our previous lives again, and we should deal with the calamities. ”

So Yue Tong is his past life, or is Yue Tong the "he" that Yun Shi dare not mention? Zhonghuang Yuetong, the sworn brother of Emperor Chentian, one of the founders of the Donghua Kingdom, and the founding patriarch of Tianjian Mountain, he is still alive?!

But what's going on now? Mo Zhiyu clearly remembered that he killed the fake "Heavenly Emperor" with the Heavenly Sword, but why did it exist in the memory of the moon pupil now? It is very likely that the death of the "Emperor of Heaven" is fake, and he is now falling into a fantasy similar to the "Covenant of Fate"?

Unexpectedly, there is a way to crack the illusion, and Mo Zhiyu wanted to open the Eye of the Divine Descent for the first time, but he found that no matter how much he stared, he could not enter the vision of the Eye of the Divine Descent. This shows that this illusion is really powerful, and it can actually freeze his god-descended eye?

It seems that the hope of using the Eye of the Gods to crack the illusion is dashed, and he can only find a way to solve the illusion itself.

Thinking so, Mo Zhiyu supported the wooden couch under him with both hands and wanted to sit up, but he couldn't help but moan "uh". Because he felt pain all over his body, a pain he hadn't felt in years, just like the night when he was back in his teenage years.

The pain was so painful that he suddenly fell back to the hard couch, and the pain intensified, and he gasped for breath. He slowly lifted his arm, only to find that his clothes were tattered, and there were only half-ragged sleeves on his arms.

The skin of his exposed arm was dark and dirty, and he didn't know how long it had been since he had taken a shower, but fortunately it was better than when he had just returned to his teenage years, and this arm was still quite strong.

But the arm was covered with scars, many old wounds, and new wounds that had only scabbed over. He thought of the information he had just come across that he had become a gladiator on the underground black market, living a life-and-death life, and it seemed that the situation was even worse.

This illusion is really real, the difficulty coefficient is still very high, it can't be hell-level, right?

(End of chapter)