Children of the same age in the clan are playing games. He soaked himself in the cold ice to assimilate spiritual bones. Children of the same age are tasting various delicacies. Every day, he forced himself to eat various strange species in order to carry the spiritual bones of the dragon clan, and even swallowed double-headed earthworms and fire toads alive.

To this day, Mo Shaoli still remembers the feeling of the two-headed earthworms struggling and the strong earthy smell of struggle in his mouth. He vomited for a week and did not dare to eat meat for more than a month.

If swallowing a double-headed earthworm is disgusting, then swallowing the fire toad is simply in Lingchi.

The bursting and burning from the inside out made him unable to see anyone for more than half a year. His body was covered with scars left by scabs and ulcers and ulcers.

Everyone says that the genius of Sanqiu Prince Mo Shaoli Tianzong, but who knows how much unknown pain is caused by the superposition of this genius?

If Mo Shaoli wanted to avoid being crushed by Mo Qianlin in cultivation and qualifications, he could only seek a breakthrough as soon as possible. While Mo Qianlin had not yet become the number one in the Mo family and had not covered the sky with only one hand in Daxia, everyone had already broken up, and they could only choose to fight with their backs.

In order to grab this remaining piece of exquisite satin from Longyuan, Grandpa San lost one arm forever, and the injury under Longyuan Black Flame Sword will never heal. Even if the best wound medicine from the Mo family is used, it will only prevent the third grandpa's wound from bleeding and suppuration. However, the cut off arm will never regenerate unless it has the etheric healing technique of A. Unfortunately, none of the four A-levels in the entire Daxia currently have a rare etheric star element.

I thought that in the Dragon Flower Pond, a place where he was born to restrain the dragon clan, he could completely absorb Mo Yan's blood and evolve into the Taiyi divine body, but I didn't expect that he finally failed.

Mo Shaoli hated Mo Qianlin. If he hadn't pressed step by step and sent someone to guard him closely, how could he have only brought Mo Jingtai and protected the Dharma alone to take risks?

In fact, he can prepare more fully. Unfortunately, Mo Shaoli thinks that he, a B-level B-level, can’t deal with a seriously injured and poisoned Mo Yan?

Moreover, the formation they arranged was accompanied by a stun technique.

"Idiot!" A man suddenly appeared in front of Mo Jingtai and scolded loudly, but the object of his scolding was Mo Shaoli not far away.

This man's eyebrows are as cut, his nose is high and straight, his deep eyes are blue eyes, and his white clothes are white. He is definitely Mo Qianlin who should not have appeared here.

Mo Yan tightened his whole body and found that he could not move at all now. Erha and Tiluojiajun next to him both heard the same message at the same time: he could not move.

"I'm lucky to have not been humiliated!" Mo Jingtai, who was so broken that he was only half left, saw Mo Qianlin, and his eyes burst into an unparalleled spirit, and his two naked eyes were shining: "Holy Son, Old Slave..."

His voice was choked? Two lines of turbid old tears rolled down.

There was a hint of mourning in Mo Qianlin's cold eyes: "I know."

He swept the wound that did not shed a drop of blood from Mo Jingtai Petrochemical? His voice was extremely cold: "This technique has no solution, so go?" I will kill this beast and bury you with you."

Mo Jingtai tried hard to flip his clumsy body? He kowtowed to the ground with a "bang", and then he disappeared.

Mo Shaoli seemed to have just woken up from the conversation between the two people? Suddenly, screaming in shock. If it weren't for others, I was in front of me? Mo Xian thought this was a frightened beauty.

However, the stimulation he received during this period was indeed too dense and huge? It was simply the best in Young Master Sanqiu in his life.

I thought that the spiritual bones that I had completely refined were hooked away by two drops of blood, and even left the exquisite satin he had obtained through hardships. It was made of the skin under the ribs of the evil dragon back then.

Mo Jingtai, who thought he was loyal to him, was actually the slave of Mo Qianlin whom he hated him to the core.

He was killed by Mo.

Controlled by Mo Qianlin.

One by one? Each one is his unbearable failure and shame.

He has planned for decades? No, or rather, it has been planned for more than a hundred years since the third grandfather's generation, and in the end everything is a vain joy.

"Mo Qianlin, you won, the old coffin that has lived for hundreds of years has indeed not wasted time? I admit defeat. If you want to kill and cut, you will begged for the emperor." Mo Shaoli was a bachelor and did not beg for mercy to admit his mistake.

In fact, when Erha smashed his calves and one foot, Mo Shaoli's psychological defense line was already on the verge of collapse? Now there is another yellow bird behind Mo Qianlin, and Mo Shaoli's entire world collapsed? He was completely desperate.

"But that's good." He looked at Mo Jian, who was also unable to move, and suddenly smiled: "Anyway, our Mo family is the final winner? You, a bastard, are the ones who lost the most thoroughly. In my hands, you are the ones who are dead at most? In Mo Qianlin's hands, you don't even have the right to die."

Mo Shaoli gritted his teeth and said in a gloomy way: "You are a holy puppet. Have Mo Weimin explained to you what a holy puppet is?"

"Don't envy him, you will be my holy puppet. As your qualifications are pretty good, I don't mind that you have one missing foot, and after the refining is successful, I can help you repair your one..."

Before Mo Qianlin could say the word "foot" was spoken, his deep concave eyes suddenly opened in disbelief, and the last smile belonging to the winner froze on his face.

Mo Yu disappeared! The two pets Mo Yu were missing.

Mo Qianlin was as embarrassed as if he had been stripped of his body and left it at the Mo Family Lotus Ferry for public exhibition.

Because of this, he carefully designed the formation of inviting you into the trap, the five old masters of the Mo family were invited by him to visit the audience for the entire tour.

Mo Qianlin knew that the Mo family was divided into pieces, but he had been sleeping for hundreds of years and woke up again. The world was no longer the same world as before. Although those people called him the Holy Son or the Ancestor, they secretly said that the trick he pursued was out of date. He was an old antique who was not as good as the old man, and an old liar who was actually strong on the outside but did the inside.

Especially Mo Qi Nian's one, he first tried to compete with him for the picture, but later he found that he could not get the picture, so he changed to Mo Shaoli, a young genius, and he did his own affairs.

Mo Qianlin's move is to establish his authority and tell all the members of the Mo family, whether it is the Holy Son or the Ancestor, as long as Mo Qianlin is willing, controlling the Mo family is like taking things out of his pocket. The heirs you have cultivated so carefully are so vulnerable.

He was clearly in sight of victory, but in just a blink of an eye, his Motu, spiritual bones, and the best holy puppet were gone!

Even the dog he promised to avenge Mo Jingtai was unable to keep it!
Chapter completed!