After snorting coldly, Mo Wangchen turned around and left, rushing into the cave entrance.
Most of the desolate power here has been absorbed by Futian Gong just now, and not much is left.
The Futian Bow is the weapon of the God King. In ancient times, it could kill even the strong Saint Emperor. It only absorbs the desolate power of this place and cannot fully recover it.
Therefore, Mo Wangchen had to move his location to find more desolate power to supply Futian Bow.
Inside the cave entrance, there was an even more terrifying force of chaos, which made Mo Wangchen somewhat breathless.
His body trembled, and his face was surprised, "Under the pressure of this power of chaos, my cultivation was actually suppressed to the first level of the Emperor Realm?!"
In the spiritual sea within his body, the spiritual power was like a lapping wave, flowing in an endless stream, but Mo Wangchen discovered that there were not many cultivation levels that he could use. At this moment, only the first level of the Emperor Realm was left.
"This is exactly what I want. If the cultivation of other people is also suppressed, no one will be able to stop me in front of my divine king body!"
His eyes were shining brightly, the divine king body was the best physique of the human race in ancient and modern times. Even the divine dragon body, which appeared only once in a million years, could only be suppressed in the same realm.
With this thought in his mind, Mo Wangchen began to move forward.
On the way, he saw a lot of traces. Before him, there were probably many strong people from those holy lands and ancient martial arts families who came in.
"Um?"
The further inward, the more intense the desolate power that pervaded the place became. Soon, a fork appeared in front of Mo Wangchen.
"There are footprints on both sides. It seems that they divided into two groups and moved forward..."
After careful observation, Mo Wangchen discovered that there were traces of someone walking on the two forks leading into the depths.
He stood upright in front of the fork for a moment, and then stepped towards the left direction.
"Um?"
But what made Mo Wangchen frown was that after he had walked for about a quarter of an hour, two forks appeared in front of him again.
"There are still two pairs of people..."
There are traces of people walking at both intersections. Mo Wangchen listened carefully, but apart from the sound of the surging power of chaos, there was nothing else.
In the end, he once again chose a path to move forward.
"Another fork in the road..."
The further inward Mo Wangchen found, the more forks there were, and the front seemed endless.
"Um?"
He didn't know how long it took, but finally, in front of a certain fork, he noticed something seemed different.
"This is a new pit!"
In front of a fork, the soil there seemed to have been renovated. Mo Wangchen squatted down and found that something seemed to have been there before, and someone had pried it out and taken it away.
"Is it a barren stone?!"
He was shocked. The power of desolation around the soil was several times more concentrated than in other places.
"There are still traces of fighting here. It must be a robbery between the ancient martial arts families in various holy places."
The place that was pried up was as big as the mouth of a bowl. It was a desolate stone that contained a lot of desolate power. Mo Wangchen made some calculations in his heart. Such a large desolate stone contained within
The power of desolation contained in it is probably at least ten times that of the cliff outside!
"Um?"
Looking towards the two forks, Mo Wangchen suddenly saw a figure lying on the ground in the right fork, without any life.
"Disciple of Tianji Mansion!"
Coming to the corpse, judging from the clothes, this was a disciple of the Tianji Mansion. The younger generation who could enter this place were all elites of various forces. Unexpectedly, for the sake of the Desolate Stone, all parties could not be separated.
I can't bear to kill him anymore.
Mo Wangchen ignored the corpse. He walked along this fork to see if he could catch up with the people from the Holy Land and the Ancient Family. Naturally, he had to be tempted by such a desolate stone.
"Boom!"
He didn't know how long he had been walking forward, but Mo Wangchen discovered that the passage here was getting bigger and wider, and the sound of fighting suddenly came from ahead, which immediately cheered him up.
"Tang Yongming, hand over the Desolate Stone, and I can treat it as if you killed my Tianji Mansion disciples and never happened."
Ahead, the fighting stopped briefly. Mo Wangchen quietly approached and heard the sound of someone speaking.
"Tang Yongming?"
Hearing this name, Mo Wangchen suddenly narrowed his eyes. This man had just attacked him outside the ruins, but he didn't expect to meet him here at this moment.
Although he is not sure that he can defeat the opponent outside, but now that he has entered this place and his cultivation has been suppressed, then what does Tang Yongming mean to him in front of Mo Wangchen's divine king body?
With this thought in his mind, Mo Wangchen did not act rashly. From the sounds of the battle just now, it seemed that there were more than just two people fighting at the moment.
"Haha, the Stone of Desolation is in my hands. If you have the ability, just come and grab it."
Tang Yongming sneered. He held a piece of desolate stone in his hand. At this moment, four people surrounded him.
One of them, Mo Wangchen recognized, was the Holy Son of Tianji Mansion, Nie Lin, who had had a battle with Tang Yongming in Sunset City before!
"Brother Tang, the Holy Lands and the ancient martial arts family joined forces to get here, but now you have hurt people's lives and destroyed the rules previously established by all forces. If anyone knows about it, you will definitely bring trouble to the Tang family.
It's not a small trouble, please hand over the Stone of Desolation, and we can conceal the matter for you."
Another person who participated in the siege of Tang Yongming stood up and tried to persuade him.
"Rules are dead, interests come first, who can control so much?" Tang Yongming shook his head and sneered, "We all come from different families and forces, but he has two people in Tianji Mansion. If I hadn't taken action just now,
He suddenly attacked and killed the disciples of Tianji Mansion. At this moment, I am afraid that Nie Lin has already joined forces with the opponent."
"It's all nonsense. Since everyone discovered the Desolate Stone together, it should be distributed fairly. Our Tianji Mansion has never had any intention of monopolizing it. However, you attacked and killed Junior Brother Zeng. I, the Tianji Mansion, will definitely not let it go." The Holy Son of Tianji Mansion.
He said coldly.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense to him? Let's all suppress it together. The Tang family has no share in this wasteland. Several of our major families have joined forces with the Tianji Mansion. Are we still afraid that he can't become a member of the Tang family?"
Another person stood up, his words were extremely arrogant, and he looked directly at Tang Yongming, "I would like to advise you again, hand over the desolate stone. If you don't, don't blame us for being rude."
"How dare you, Ren Yun, talk to me like this?" Tang Yongming narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing away.
Then he snorted coldly, "If you were outside, I could suppress you with my backhand. How can I allow you to be arrogant here?"
"That's it for now. There is nothing more to say. The ownership of the Stone of Desolation will be obtained by strength." The Holy Son of Tianji finally spoke out. Obviously, he was unwilling to share this Stone of Desolation with others.
As soon as these words came out, everyone could not help but narrow their eyes and be wary of each other. No one could trust anyone.
"Stop fighting, this barren stone belongs to me."
However, at this moment, Mo Wangchen walked out from behind, surrounded by holy light, and the body of the God King was activated to the extreme in an instant.