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"Of course not. Yang Zun is extremely talented. After combining with His Highness, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds."

"Yang Zun of Dragon Pavilion 10 years ago was indeed the number one person. Even in the world, he is still ranked high."

"The world is not as scary as you think. Yang Zun is an alternative just like you." Xue Muqing replied.

His words made Yang Mo breathe a sigh of relief. It's good to be different. If people of that era were so powerful, he, Yang Mo, really didn't have the confidence to take charge of Dragon Pavilion and challenge the world.

It's not that he is weak, because the distance between 20 years ago and today is too close. If there are three or two such masters, Yang Mo can die directly without struggling.

"This gun is a good gun, but it's a pity that I used a knife. I can't exert its full power." Yang Mo sighed.

But the most peculiar thing in this room is not the gun or the armor, but the robe.

On the east side of the room hangs a bloody robe.

The robe is three meters high and can be dragged to the ground when worn.

The shelf on which the robes were hung was not high, only about one person high, about two meters. However, the robes did not drag to the ground, but fluttered in the air without wind.

Yang Mo hadn't noticed it before, but now he looked over and realized how strange the robe was.

"This robe is the number one magical weapon of our Dragon Kingdom.

This robe has also been stored in the Treasure Pavilion of the Dragon Kingdom for hundreds of years. No one before Yang Zun could use this robe. The same was true after the death of Long Zun. Even touching it may cause harm.

Although the eldest brother is Yang Zun's son, he may not be able to control it. But once he can control it, he will be able to scare many others who are ready to take action."

Xue Muqing explained the special features of long-distance running in a few short words.

Yang Mo stepped forward and touched the robe carefully.

This robe is different from ordinary clothing. It is not made of cotton or other textiles. It feels cool and feels like jade.

"This is not made of ordinary silk, is it mixed with jade?"

Yang Mo asked.

"Yes. This robe is made of jade silk thread mixed with sky silk."

There is only this one in the entire Dragon Kingdom, and it is the national treasure of our Dragon Kingdom. This robe seems to have a unique will. If you cannot get his approval and wear it rashly, it will be counterattacked by him."

Xue Muching introduced from the side.

Grinding jade into silk threads can still maintain toughness and continuity, which requires advanced technology. And ordinary jade cannot be used as jade, which will not meet the requirements. The consumption is also unprecedentedly huge.

But compared to jade, the most precious thing is Celestial Silkworm silk. Celestial silkworms are transformed from ordinary silkworms.

In hundreds of years, a single Celestial Silkworm may not be born. And every Celestial Silkworm silk thread is priceless and top priority.

If you want to weave this robe, just one or two silkworms will not be enough.

Regardless of whether there is awareness and value, this investment alone is enough to show that this is a priceless treasure.

Yang Mo carefully took the robe off the shelf and put it on his body.

Xue Muqing had already held his breath, and his eyes were fixed on Yang Mo. As long as there was the slightest danger, he would take action immediately.

Facts have proved that Xue Muqing was overthinking. After the bloody robe fell on Yang Mo, he did not react at all, just like an ordinary robe.

But for Yang Mo, this was no ordinary robe, the world before his eyes had changed.

Some unclear pictures appeared before his eyes and in his mind.

That was the battlefield. The battlefield where his father died.

No one knows what happened on the battlefield back then, and what is known today is nothing more than later speculation.

Yang Mo concentrated his attention and stared at the picture closely. He didn't want to miss any scene.

His father's blurred face and body came into view.

His back is so tall and strong, just looking at it makes people want to worship him.

The spear was dancing rapidly in his hand.

Opposite him is a woman holding a staff of Luna.

The woman was covered in ice-blue armor, and her face was so white that it seemed unreal.

The two of them went back and forth, using their killing moves at the same time.

At the same time, the two people were also communicating, but Yang Mo couldn't hear the sound and could only distinguish one or two things from the shape of their mouths.

They were quarreling, or cursing. The words were not so civilized, and there were some filthiness.

On the battlefield further away, countless people were fighting, and people kept falling.

Everywhere as far as the eye could see were soldiers and corpses.

The blood has already dyed the ground red, and the original color cannot be seen.

The setting sun setting on the sea level proves that it is evening now.

The father was injured, and the moon god was also injured. When the sun set, it was the moment of life and death for the two of them.

Yang Mo had a judgment in his mind. Judging from the battlefield situation, his father had the upper hand, but Yang Mo knew very well that once night fell, the goddess would reverse the situation.

Judging from the final result, the two people must have died in the dark night.

Finally the sun dropped below the sea level and completely disappeared.

The sky also became much darker at this moment.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yang Mo felt darkness coming at that moment, which was incompatible with the day. Another century.

At this moment, both Yueshen and Yang Zun were severely injured.

Impossible! Yang Yangmo exclaimed directly, startling Xue Muqing on the side.

What did he see? The spear was still in his father's hand, and his father did not make a killing move, but there was a deep drumming scar on the Moon God's brow.

It is only the length of a hand, but a large gash has been cut through all the flesh, bones, and brain inside.

The Staff of the Moon God in her hand was still gathering energy and did not launch any attack on her father.

But on the left side of my father's chest, there was a large hole that penetrated from front to back.

The hole was only as thick as a finger, but it went straight through my father's heart.

In an instant, two fatal wounds appeared on two people at the same time. However, neither of them used their killing moves. This was what surprised Yang Mo the most.

At least judging from the situation on the battlefield, the two of them did not die at the hands of each other.

But there is indeed no third person here.

There were soldiers all around, fighting, but they were all a hundred miles away, and no one could get close to the battle between the two of them.

"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"

Therefore, Yang Mo, a bystander, did not see it at all, and he could not imagine how the two fatal injuries occurred.

He couldn't see his father's face, but he might have seen a flash of surprise in Luna's eyes.

The Moon God is worthy of being the Moon God. Even though he was fatally injured, he still did not die immediately.
Chapter completed!