In vain, Mo Heng saw the psychic covering his head and looking in pain. He was immediately startled and even stepped forward to ask.
Instinctive.
He thought...
There are other beings in the saint realm. To attack them, they subconsciously plan to go to the world inside the black gourd to pay homage to the creatures of the Monkey Wine clan and use the ancient talisman.
But soon…
Mo Heng discovered that this was not the case. If the psychic was attacked, there would be no reason for him to stand here unharmed!
"I'm fine. I just don't know why. My mind suddenly became violently painful. It seems that an old past event has been buried deep in my memory." The psychic was also a little confused. He didn't know that his mind was covered in dust.
What a memory, but the feeling just now was particularly clear.
I learned that the other person was fine.
Mo Heng immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As for the confusion in the spirit medium's heart, he found it difficult to understand. The most urgent task now is to completely kill the Liumu clan who launched the killing!
"Ha...it turns out there are two miscellaneous fish here. I thought who broke in." At this time, a somewhat playful voice sounded in the empty sky.
I saw the ancestor of the Liumu clan slowly descending on the bank of the void.
He didn't wait for Mo Heng to find him, but took the initiative to send him to his door. He just didn't want Mo Heng's appearance to interfere with his eternal plan.
Because the entire Qingshui realm is part of the scope of his plan!
With him…
And Yan Sheng! But unlike the ancestors of the Liumu Clan, Yan Sheng looked at Mo Heng with fear, because he knew that the human warrior in front of him could easily defeat the Qihuo Clan's Void-Breaking Realm.
The existence of a killer! His strength is unfathomable, and he is far from his opponent.
The only hope right now can only be placed on the ancestors of the Liumu clan!
"kindness?"
Mo Heng frowned and looked at the ancestor of the six-eyed clan in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly. The moment he saw him, his soul felt an inexplicable trembling.
"What's going on?" Mo Heng murmured in his mind.
Unexpectedly, at this time...
After seeing the ancestor of the Liumu clan, the spiritual medium seemed to have encountered a powerful enemy in his life. He covered his head and kept moaning on the spot. Seeing this, Mo Heng hurriedly introduced him into the world of black gourds.
"Oh? Psychic treasure!?
The old man of the Six-Eyed Clan immediately looked amused when he saw the dark crystal gourd. But Mo Heng looked very serious when he learned that the other party actually knew the psychic treasure!
"Who is your Excellency?"
After a while, Mo Heng looked at the ancestor of the Liumu Clan and suddenly said in a deep voice. At the same time, he also sent a message to the psychic to prepare the creatures of the Monkey Wine Clan.
originally…
Normally, even if the psychic could kill him, it would be impossible for Mo Heng to take action against the creatures of the Monkey Wine clan.
But who would think!
Now that Mo Heng has just been summoned, the psychic has actively cooperated. Such a turn of events has made Mo Heng even more surprised and full of curiosity about the identity of the ancestor of the Liumu clan in front of him.
"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to understand that when you step into this wilderness, your destiny no longer belongs to you."
chuckled.
The ancestor of the Liumu clan gently raised his arm.
As his palms shook, Mo Heng suddenly discovered that the scenery in front of him began to shake. At this moment, time seemed to be extended countless times.
boom!
The terrifying pressure is coming!
Like the footsteps of an ancient giant stepping on his body, Mo Heng's breathing suddenly became rapid.
Immediately afterwards…
His body, as if being pulled by some extreme force, began to twist and turn, and his face was haggard and pale. Even the foundation of life in his body was beginning to collapse little by little!
"This...what kind of power is this?"
The body is twisting.
Mo Heng looked at the creatures of the Liumu clan in horror.
This moment!
He really felt panic. Even when he encountered those beings who were comparable to saints in ancient ruins, he was not so afraid.
"Boy Mo, why don't you use the power of the Saint Realm? Do you want to die here?" The voice of the spiritual medium gradually sounded in the ears of Mo Heng, who was about to lose his will.
Hear.
Only then did Mo Heng react. With great difficulty, he held the ancient talisman in his arms tightly in his hands. With a thought, he immediately began to communicate with the power of the sky.
Buzz——
The golden tortoise shell in his hand began to tremble. At this moment, several creatures of the Monkey Wine Clan suddenly emerged from the ink-colored gourd. Mo Heng mobilized the power of the sky to cover these creatures of the Monkey Wine Clan!
Soon...
Waves of mighty pressure surged out from Mo Heng's body.
I have to say…
The medium was indeed generous this time and actually threw out nine creatures of the Monkey Wine clan at once.
Boom boom!
The power of the nine heavens interacted with each other. The terrifying power made the coercive force that oppressed Mo Heng begin to avoid.
"Hmm? Golden Fu Zhao?"
The ancestor of the Liumu Clan saw the golden light in Mo Heng's palm shining as brightly as the sun, and his calm expression turned a little horrified for the first time.
But soon…
There was a trace of disappointment in his eyes, "Unfortunately... this is not the Time Fu Zhao! Otherwise, my plan will be delayed for several years. But now, it is too late!"
Bang——
The terrifying power, as huge as an ancient giant, strikes again!
Bang!
The power of the sky completely collapsed under this endless pressure!
"What?!"
When Mo Heng saw this, sweat appeared on his forehead and he looked a little anxious.
The power of the sky is already comparable to the power of the Saint Realm. Logically speaking, such power can completely annihilate any living being in the Gulan Continent, but I didn't expect...the power of the sky is actually unable to stop the Liumu clan.
Ancestor?
"Who...is this guy!? Could it be that he is the sleeping Holy Lord among the six-eyed clan?" After thinking hard for a long time, Mo Heng could only think of this possibility.
He asked the psychic about the origin of the other party.
pity…
The psychic seemed to be very afraid of the ancestor of the Liumu clan and was unwilling to mention this person. He just warned Mo Heng to be careful and it would be best to escape from this place!
"Escape? How to escape?"
Mo Heng smiled bitterly. Not even the power of the sky could stop the guy in front of him. Even if he escaped, where could he escape to?
kindness?
Thinking like this, Mo Heng's heart moved slightly!
seem…
It’s not like there’s no place to escape!
In Shiwannan Mountain, the ancestors of the human race sleep. If they escape to that place, they should be protected by their ancestors.
Even though he was somewhat reluctant to disturb the ancestors of the human race, at this moment, he had no choice. Now that there were still six paths left in the power of the sky, he thought he could hold on for a few breaths.