The Yuanmu City guarded by Chanyue and Shanmu was crowded with people, and many warriors from the Transcendence Realm who had returned from the Great Wilderness of Beilu had gathered.
After leaving Qinghuo City.
Mo Heng ran all the way.
It took half a day to finally get here.
"Huh... It seems that father is not wanted by the Daoling Dynasty." Walking to the notice with the wanted talisman Zhao, Mo Heng carefully scanned the nineteen portraits in front of him until he didn't find Mo Zhiqiu's.
Portrait, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
In this way, he felt relieved.
"Eh? Are you...Brother Mo?" Suddenly a surprised voice sounded from Mo Heng's ears. He turned his head and saw Kui Jin, his close friend at the martial arts conference, looking at him in disbelief.
.
"Kui Jin? Why are you here?"
Mo Heng was also surprised. He remembered that when he was in Kuya Ridge, the opponent was only a warrior in the late stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm. He did not expect that in such a short period of time, he had already broken through to the middle stage of the Transcendence Realm.
That's right.
It’s the mid-term!
There was an order in the land of Beilu that only warriors who have reached the middle stage of the transcendent realm can be qualified to go to the capital and hunt down the barbarians.
On the other hand, those warriors in the early stages of the Transcendence Realm who cannot control the wind can only stay in the three major capitals, practice with peace of mind, and strive for an early breakthrough!
"Of course I am here to hunt the barbarians and protect the old land." Kui Jin said, his face couldn't help but become lonely. In the war three months ago, the members of their team suffered heavy casualties. If it weren't for his luck,
Better, I'm afraid I won't be standing here now.
"By the way, since you are a warrior from Yuanmu City, I happen to have something I want to ask you about." While talking, Mo Heng thought of Mo Zhiqiu, whose life and death were unknown, so he spoke.
"What happened?"
"It's like this..." Mo Heng described.
"There are tens of thousands of warriors in Yuanmu City. Even if I have an impression of the warriors you mentioned, Brother Mo, I'm afraid I have forgotten them." Kui Jin apologized and said, "But it doesn't matter. We can also ask members of other teams. Otherwise.
How long will it take before you can ask about your father's whereabouts? Don't be too disappointed."
"That's all."
Mo Heng nodded and, accompanied by Kui Jin, began to inquire patiently.
Hard work pays off.
Two hours later, Mo Heng and the others questioned dozens of warriors and finally found out the whereabouts of Mo Zhiqiu.
"Ah, you're talking about Lao Qiu. He just went to report the number of casualties with our captain. He should be back soon." A man who was a little older than Mo Zhiqiu looked at Mo Zhiqiu with a smile.
Heng and the two said.
"Great! Brother Mo, your father is still alive!" After receiving the reply, Kui Jin was also very excited. He had experienced life and death and was used to seeing sadness and separation. Naturally, he did not want his friend to experience this desperate scene.
"Yeah...that's great."
Mo Heng's hanging heart finally calmed down. He had thought before that if Mo Zhiqiu was gone and he became an orphan, what would he do?
Fortunately, this concern has now disappeared.
Not long after, six or seven warriors came together from deep in the streets of Yuanmu City. The middle-aged man in front of Mo Heng saw Mo Zhiqiu and greeted him: "Old Qiu... someone is looking for you!"
kindness?
Mo Zhiqiu was still confused, but when his eyes fell on Mo Heng, who was smiling, he ran over quickly and said tremblingly: "Good boy! It's great that you are still alive!"
"Lao Qiu, is this boy the son you often talk about?" A plump, pretty woman next to her looked at Mo Zhiqiu and said shyly.
Her eyes were fiery, with a hint of tenderness at the same time. One look at her revealed what happened to Mo Zhiqiu during the three months of being on the run.
"Yes, Yan Fei, this little guy is Mo Heng. How about it? Is he as handsome as me?"
Everyone quickly merged into the laughter and laughter. Mo Heng looked at the crowd around him, wishing that time could stay at this moment, but unfortunately the reality was cruel.
In two more days.
They were about to leave the capital again and go to various places in Beilu territory to start a life-and-death fight with the barbarians.
"Son, don't be brave in everything. The most important thing is to survive until the end, understand? Only by living can you have unlimited possibilities in the future."
Before leaving, Mo Zhiqiu stood outside Yuanmu City and gave Mo Heng a hug. Facing the endless killings in the future, he was not sure that he would be able to survive in the days to come. Maybe he would die one day.
?So there are certain things that must be said as early as possible.
"I understand, father. You must live too."
Mo Heng nodded solemnly, then looked at Kui Jin aside and smiled slightly: "Brother Jin, take care!"
"The same to you."
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Return to Qinghuo City from Yuanmu City.
It was a dark and cold night in the Great Wilderness of Beilu. Mo Heng returned to his simple wooden house and closed his eyes to practice.
Now he is completely rid of all the impurities in his body.
It won't take long, and Mo Heng also wants to break through to the spirit transformation realm as soon as possible and become more powerful.
Wake up the next day.
Mo Heng walked to the square of Qinghuo City, waiting for Mo Yunzhi to rearrange the new team.
"By the way...Have you heard that Xiao Qi, the captain of Team 62, successfully broke through to the realm of spirit transformation last night and will no longer have to fight to the death with the barbarians!"
There were whispers beside me.
When Mo Heng heard the movement, he couldn't help but pricked up his ears and started to listen.
"Why haven't you heard about it? Captain Xiao has already achieved an innate body, so it is normal for him to break through to the spirit transformation realm."
"Sigh... I guess he was frightened by the barbarians. Countless barbarians fought together, so what if he achieved an innate body? If he was besieged by the barbarians, he would not be able to escape death. Now that he has broken through to the spirit transformation realm, at least he can still survive
Live a few more years.”
"That's right... We must also practice hard and strive to break through to the spirit transformation realm as soon as possible."
…
The discussion came and disappeared very quickly. It wasn't until everyone around him stopped talking to each other that Mo Heng's eyes revealed a confused look.
If you become a warrior in the Spirit Transformation Realm, you no longer need to fight against barbarian warriors?
This news was undoubtedly a huge surprise to him.
I am now a warrior in the late stage of transcending the mortal realm, and it won't be long before I can achieve an innate body. By then... with the help of the Golden Emperor's Holy King's Art, which contains the training methods of a warrior in the spirit transformation realm, it will be very easy to transform my physical body into one.
As a spiritual body, reach the final step of being recognized by heaven and earth.
Wow——
While he was deep in thought, a thunderous sound came from above the sky.
Lift your head.
Mo Heng saw Mo Yunzhi and a very kind-looking old man with a gray beard standing on the top of the void.
"Who is that person?"
His eyes fell on Fu Lin, and Mo Heng's heart suddenly became shocked. Just by looking at him from such a distance, he could feel the endless waves of death bursting out from this person. That wave was like
The ripples of the ancient sea of netherworld seemed to be the soul of an undead person who had been dead for many years in front of everyone.
But it's a pity.
Even at the end, Mo Yunzhi did not introduce this person. He just said a few words and then began to redistribute the members of the team.
This time, Mo Heng was assigned to Team 39 in Qinghuo City.
After three months of fighting, there were only about 20,000 people left in Qinghuo City, which originally had tens of thousands of warriors in the transcendental realm, forming more than 200 teams.
"From today on, I am the captain of your team!" A man named Xie Huarong in the team raised his voice and said to everyone. This was Mo Yunzhi's arrangement. Naturally, Mo Heng would not say anything, even if he knew
, the middle-aged man in front of him may not be able to make a single move in his own hands!
"I'm here Kong Yang!"
"My name is Jiang Yao."
"Mo Heng."
He got to know a few people around him roughly. However, deep down in Mo Heng's heart, he was wary of these people. Maybe the death of Lu Hui and others left him with a haze that has not receded yet.
Of course on the surface.
He was still the same as usual, looking normal.
…
Another night passed in the blink of an eye.
The warriors of the Qinghuo City team are ready to go, facing the wilderness, preparing for a new round of confrontation with the barbarians.
"Are we going to start again?" Kong Yang looked at the rising sun in the east, took a deep breath, and looked a little tired. This was actually normal, after all, everyone had only rested for three days.
Compared to the time Mo Heng spent resting in the Yuyang City team, it was just a drop in the bucket and not worth mentioning.
"Let's go! Go to the south!"
at this time…
Xie Huarong and several other team captains had already walked together in unison.
Having experienced previous cruel wars, they understood better that only when everyone unites together can they be safer. Otherwise, if they act alone, even if they encounter a weak barbarian team, the whole army may be annihilated.
Reach a consensus.
Soon, a group of 700 people drove slowly towards the desolate land south of Beilu border.
…
…
One month later.
In a messy desert in Beilu Realm, Mo Heng and other members of the Qinghuo City team were recovering from their injuries in a state of embarrassment.
previous wars.
Their small team encountered a barbarian team of 500 people.
A hard fight.
After more than three hundred of their companions died, the members of the Green Fire City team finally completely wiped out the barbarian team. However, as a price, most of the team members were seriously injured and needed to rest for a while.
Sitting cross-legged in the desert.
Now, Mo Heng did not feel any casualties due to the death of his companions. Perhaps he was numb. He looked at the embarrassed team around him, shook his head secretly, and started to repair directly.
"Now, there is only this last wisp of dust left in my body." Mo Heng murmured to himself as the sea of consciousness locked a turbid gray particle in his body.
As long as he removes this speck of dust from his body.
So…
You can achieve your innate body by yourself!
"It's begun!" Mo Heng closed his eyes and used the Golden Emperor's Holy King Technique. Suddenly, the invisible power of the sea of consciousness turned into a chain, tying the gray particles, and began to slowly drag them outward.