Human hearts are greedy.

If they were not greedy, six hundred years ago, they were not instigated to kill the black dragon together, or if they failed to kill it, they would be lured and lust. The dragon was still there, and perhaps there would be no Mo Qianlin's conspiracy that had been planning for thousands of years.

In fact, if Mo Qianlin was really descended from those demon cultivators, then this plan might have been implemented more than 3,000 years ago.

But at that time, they might not have thought of targeting Chonglan, but they just thought about how to lurk in the Mo family and gradually erode, subvert the aristocratic family, and allow the demon cultivators to return to the world.

It was their greed that gave the demon cultivators an opportunity to take advantage of.

The old-age blue flower grandmother in Manjia Village also sacrificed her dragon-headed crutch and directly broke the purple palace. She would rather die than use Mo Qianlin to resurrect the demon cultivators with her life span.

The pines and cypresses grow stronger and stronger, and the ginger and gui are getting hotter when they are old. These old people who have been practicing for many years actually die if they die, without any hesitation and nostalgia.

"Silly, don't forget where this place is. Even if you die, my holy puppet can absorb the evil spirits on your body. This country is like a painting, and it's still ours."

Mo Qianlin was full of complacent intentions, and the ice crystal lotus was still spinning gently.

Under the blue sky, the slowly rotating ice crystal flowers were like dreams, but all the people inside and outside the formation felt cold on their backs.

The Yin Demon Sect’s actions are the most outrageous thing. In order to pursue the excellent qualifications of the children and their disciples, they will not hesitate to use living people to nurture the Yin fetus.

Many people suddenly felt aroused in their hearts and almost turned back to see the so-called holy puppets.

These originally identical puppets seem to have become different!

These holy puppets seemed to have gradually gained their own faces, and their expressions were not as dull as before.

Mo Qianlin said he didn't care, but all the holy puppets except Mo Shaoli began to stop the cultivators from committing suicide. It can be seen that although this guy was stubborn, he actually cared about the vitality of these old people.

As the battle between the two sides intensified, the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

The ice lotus in front of Mo Qianlin has also begun to bloom gradually.

He had already sensed that Mo Ye was not here at this moment, and that increasingly bloody smell actually came from the underground.

Mo Qianlin's thin lips, which became paler, suddenly raised a smile, "Hurry up, I've been waiting for too long."

After all, most of the old people cherish their lives. Although their vitality is being stripped away little by little, the life array is slowly nourishing them, and there will be no problem for a while.

Teng Xingyuan stared at Mo Qianlin with his eyes tightly. His hands were clenched unconsciously. He really couldn't do it if he wanted to kill Mo Qianlin with one blow. Once he acted rashly, the people in the formation would definitely be drawn to replenish Mo Qianlin's current losses.

what to do?

At this moment, everyone looked at each other suspiciously. It was obvious that there were not so many people dead. Where did such a strong smell of blood come from?

After looking at each other for a while, everyone looked at the ice lotus wrapped in Mo Qianlin. At this moment, under the ice lotus, the originally frozen lake water seemed to suddenly appear, and scarlet blood kept rolling out.

A vibrant vitality also spread out from it.

The ice lotus continued to rotate, shining with a strange light, and suddenly opened silently. Mo Qianlin, wearing white clothes and silver-haired and purple lips, burst into laughter!

His hands kept making strange handprints that were sometimes like flames and sometimes like ghost claws. The Nine Palace Shengcheng emitted a blue light, and the nine nine evil spirit-removing heavenly formation outside finally showed its glory.

The entire lake surface turned into a mask of ghostly aura, and the blood fountain was the purple palace on the edge of the ghostly face!

There was an extremely shrill roar on the ground, like a deer roaring like a cow roaring, and like the desolation emitted by a giant whale in the deep sea, angrily--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

That's now!

Mo Qianlin's five fingers were like a hook to the surging blood spring. A blood line was directly sucked from the blood spring. He bit his index finger of his other hand and constantly outlined some kind of talisman.

The originally clear sky suddenly began to be covered with dark clouds, and the entire lake surface changed from the original clear water and clear day, and it instantly turned into a dark ghost realm.

Listening to the sad and desperate roar of dragons constantly coming from the ground, a ferocious look finally appeared on her handsome face: "The dragon is the ancestor of all spirits. No one can force the will of a dragon. Unfortunately, it is not ruthless enough, five hundred years ago, and five hundred years later! I really cannot take away the will of a dragon, but it can use death energy to take away your vitality. Vitality is hidden in the blood of qi, and your heart will naturally belong to me!"

Through the blood in my heart, you can get all the Taitian Dragon, including the two black jade-like dragon claws that were always held by Teng Xingyuan.

Only idiots like Mo Xian would put two precious dragon claws on them and never get them back. They are such idiots!

hehe.

Someone chuckled.

Mo Qianlin was suddenly shocked, who was it?

Suddenly, a snow-white figure fell from the air. Mo Yan stretched out his arms and took the figure into his arms and touched his hair. It was the weasel that had always been inseparable from Mo Yan fainted softly in his arms.

"Titi, thank you."

Mo Yan's eyes were full of gratitude. The next moment, Tiluoga's body disappeared. The battle was about to happen, and Mo Yan sent Tiluoga into the Void Island.

"Isn't it very strange? I was still underground just now and struggled and wailed because I lost my heart. How could I appear in front of you intact now?"

Mo Wu looked at Mo Qianlin leisurely, and his face no longer concealed ridicule: "If I were you, I would definitely choose to remain motionless. Have you forgotten that I still have a sauna that can petrify everything?"

After saying that, Mo Wu smiled strangely at Mo Qianlin: "I just absorbed the blood of my unlucky little dragon. Is it so satisfying? Don't you feel the smell of urine?"

Mo Qianlin suddenly stiffened all over.

How could he not know that weird Husky dog?

What he saw with his own eyes was that the dog was soaked in the dog's urine.

Could it be that I...

He originally wanted to look down, but suddenly he stopped moving. Why did he forget that once he moved, it would turn into millions of stones.

Mo Ze smiled and said, "Now let's talk about the conditions. You can use this formation to continuously absorb the vitality of those cultivators and drag them to bury them with you. I can definitely shoot you into a scum before you have this idea. No matter what, my surname is Mo. I don't want thousands of people in the future to scold me, Mo, for example, for you, so you withdraw the formation and I untie your petrochemical."

If you give up these cultivators, I will save you your life.

Mo Qianlin understood Mo's meaning in seconds.

His heart was cold.

I endured it for three thousand years.

Back then, the Yin Demon Sect was criticized by thousands of men and the enemy was no longer able to exist in the cultivation world. The ancestor of the Yin Demon Sect knew that the situation was hopeless, so he sent his youngest son, the Yin fetus that had been fertile in the mother's body, into the Mo family.

The most frightening thing about the Yin Demon Sect is that they have a secret method that allows the fetus to survive in the state of innate soul without being born.

Mo Qianlin accumulated more than 700 years before he was born in Guling Mo family with his proud qualifications. He was designated as the Holy Son of the Mo family as soon as he was born.

Unfortunately, no one can disobey the general trend of spiritual energy exhaustion, so Mo Qianlin had to keep himself in the best state and continue to choose to sleep.

Aristocratic families gathered several Su Lao, who was about to die, and predicted that in the autumn of a certain year five hundred years later, a disaster will come, which is a disaster and a change. There is a half-good thing hidden in the bad luck, and a few more dangers are hidden in the good luck.

Mo Qianlin deliberately revealed the method of gathering souls to Mo Hongmian. He even knew that when Teng Xingyuan was angry and self-destructed, he was completely disappointed with the actions of the aristocratic family. He was helpless about his fiancée being humiliated by a evil dragon and becoming pregnant. He even knew that Mo Hongmian had always been controlled by Mo's family in the Hualong Pool and would be raised like a breeding pig when the child was born. But in the final analysis, he was trying to use the Nascent Soul self-destruction to bomb the child with a way to be born.

Mo Qianlin actually envied Mo Hongmian for having such a fiancé.

However, the child of the evil dragon is destined to be a sacrifice for the rise of Mo Qianlin and the Yin Demon Sect again.

By then, Ruoteng Xingyuan and Mo Hongmian are willing to use it for him, and he doesn't mind making a couple who have experienced hardships finally get married.

But he was still one move after all.

"Can I know why?"

Because of Erha's petrochemical skills, Mo Qianlin is now sitting motionless in the ice lotus, and can only rely on his spiritual sense to transmit voice to Mo Yan, and he doesn't even dare to speak.

"The Taitian Dragon Clan has a bloodline skill, which is to create a scene illusion that he is extremely looking forward to when a person is at his highest level."

Mo Ye would not tell the secret between Tiluojia and Fat Tiger, so it is the best choice to blame himself for such an extremely high-ranking Taiyi Dragon Clan.

"Understood."

So Mo Ye never saved his mother, nor did he use his own blood. It was the hallucination he created that made him think that the urine that the dog was sprinkled with was blood in his heart, and he sucked it in front of all the aristocratic families.

If possible, Mo Qianlin really hopes that these cultivators can die with him, so that no one will know that he is urinating in public.

"Okay, I promise you, but you must swear in the name of the Taiyi Dragon Clan and must untie the petrification for me." Mo Qianlin said.

Mo Yu then ended the spiritual communication between the two people, and said loudly the previous words and repeated them again. As long as Mo Qianlin withdraws the formation, Mo Yu swears in the name of the Taiyi Dragon Clan, he will release Mo Qianlin and relieve his petrification state.

When the garrison led by the formation and Li Xiaozhun suddenly felt like a layer of invisible shackles had been lifted, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the Youze Jiang family and the Man Family Village lost two ancestors, the aristocratic family must still have a family background. They still forced themselves to hide their sorrow and bow to Mo Xian to pay tribute.

After all, they came to plot against Mo Yan's mother, but Mo Yan repaid his grudges with kindness and saved all of them.

Mo Qianlin looked at the hypocritical scene of mutual respect and love in front of him and felt extremely stunning, so he sent a message again to Mo to untie his petrification state.

Mo Wu said loudly: "Mo Qianlin, you don't need to worry. First, the second, the only thing is that your lower body touches the ice lotus. Second, the petrification state is actually very easy to remove. As long as you persist for half an hour, you will be able to resolve it yourself."

With a "puff", a mouthful of blood spurted out of Mo Qianlin's mouth.

Well, sure enough, his mouth was not petrified by the dead dog, but this perception made him spit blood again.

"I'll save my miserable mother. As for my aunt Hong, please show mercy." After Mo said that, he jumped into the center of the lake that was gradually rising because there was no formation seal.

At that moment, this handsome and unintentional boy had a glittering eyes that made people dare not look directly at him.

He can finally save his mother!

The eight major families looked at each other for a moment, feeling as if they were slapped a few times on their faces. Not to mention that they would definitely not be able to repay such kindness. Even if they wanted to do this, they had to look at the murderous formations of the Kirin people who were constantly rushing toward each other.

Especially Jiuyantang, it almost came out in full swing, so Han Shan wouldn't say that the big flesh-winged demon dragon standing beside the rash man Gu Cangying was extremely intimidating. Jiuyantang even brought the small f-level garbage to Mo Jian to support him.

I heard that He Paiqian was already on the way.

I want to see who bullied Qilin's Mo Junsi.

Mo Qianlin finally ended in such a state of concern, and when he was about to leave in shame, he was blocked by a figure.

"Mo Jae promised to let you go, but I didn't."

The pain that Mo Qianlin had put on Hong Mian and on him will eventually be cut off in the near future!

Teng Xingyuan vaguely saw the pretty girl, Brother Xingyuan, I want to marry you and be your bride, okay? OK?

Perhaps he self-destructed that the Nascent Soul could still have such an encounter, but God finally couldn't bear to take it alone, giving him the chance to count this debt that he had owed for hundreds of years!
Chapter completed!