The entire ancestral hall suddenly seemed to be isolated from the outside world and in another world.

Mo Fengwu was stunned immediately.

Then he couldn't help but asked in a low voice:

"Grandpa, this is..."

But before she could finish her words, Mo Yanjing next to her suddenly said in a solemn tone:

"Kneel down!"

Mo Fengwu was startled, but she still knelt down obediently.

At the same time, the old man Mo Yanjing, who was originally sitting in a wheelchair, unexpectedly stood up at some point.

Then he took out the ink pattern and tossed it gently.

The Mo Wen Ling is the most precious treasure of the Mohist family. It is said that those who obtain the Mo Wen Ling will give orders to the Mohist family. But in fact, no one knows what the real situation is.

Even the Mohists themselves know very little about it.

Otherwise, Mu Baichuan would not have given Mo Wenling the favor so easily to Prince Yin Shanhou.

But at this moment, as soon as the Mo Wenling was sacrificed, a strong light emitted.

Immediately afterwards, a huge ink seal script rose up, but before it could be seen clearly, it turned into stars and enveloped the entire barrier space.

Under the stars, the space shone brightly. At this time, the Mohist ancestors' tablets displayed on the table immediately emitted a stream of light, and then formed extremely huge golden shadows.

These phantoms are like saints in the holy realm, listed in the heavens, with incomparable majesty.

Mo Fengwu was stunned for a moment.

At this time, I saw the old man Mo Yanjing bowing and kowtowing to the shadows three times, then stood up and said loudly and respectfully:

"Mo Family, the 183rd generation of the Chen family, Mo Yanjing, the acting head of the family, announced to the ancestors of the Moh family that today the Moh family's sacred pattern order will be handed over to the next head of the family."

Mo Yanjing's voice was sonorous and powerful, and as soon as he finished speaking, a holy voice sounded out of thin air, as if coming from the vast sky.

"Who will be the next generation?"

Mo Fengwu still didn't come back to her senses at the moment, but as if instinctively, she answered directly:

"The direct descendant of Mo's family, Mo's phoenix dance."

Mo Fengwu's voice echoed in the space, but after a while, there was no reply. Just when Mo Fengwu was a little confused, a golden light suddenly fell from the sky and shot into the center of her eyebrows instantly.

Half a moment.

"Can."

Following a low holy voice, Mo Yanjing, who was next to him, was originally nervous and relaxed. Then he raised his hand, and at this time, he saw a dark golden ink seal script flying out from the palm of his hand.

"Wu'er, from today on, this Mo Wenling is yours."

As he spoke, the dark golden ink calligraphy came directly in front of Mo Fengwu, and then flew directly into her chest.

For a moment, Mo Fengwu suddenly felt a strange force explode from his heart. After a while, he slowly stretched out his hand, and a palm-sized Mowen Ling appeared out of thin air.

It's still the Mo Wenling, which seems to be no different from when Mo Fengwu snatched it back from Shiliji Gongsun Yao.

But at this moment, Mo Fengwu knew that this Mo Wenling... no, to be more precise, it was the true form of the Mo family's Holy Marking Token.

Mo Fengwu's eyes were a little hot, and she stared at the token in her hand. After a while, her five fingers came together, and she held the Mo Wen token heavily in her palm.

"Yes, Grandpa!"

Mo Fengwu spoke respectfully, and then kowtowed to Mo Yanjing three times. Then he looked up again after a while, and saw that the surroundings had returned to their original appearance.
Chapter completed!