Su Yu heard something strange, followed her gaze, and was slightly surprised to find that Mo Heng's chest was pierced by bone claws. Because the skirt of his clothes was damaged, it was easy to find that there was a very special mark on his chest.
.
The mark was in the shape of a dark sword, with chains surrounding the sword.
It seems to symbolize that the sword is sealed!
The sword was not painted on, but branded into the flesh, leaving deep dents on his chest.
Unless you change your body again, it cannot be erased for the rest of your life.
"You...you were enslaved by the famous sword saint clan?" Bai Xue blurted out, revealing a huge secret in one sentence.
She hurriedly covered her mouth, and vigilantly checked around to make sure no one heard her. Then she immediately stepped forward, put Mo Heng's clothes back on, and said quickly: "We didn't see anything. We didn't see anything."
Mo Heng sighed lonely: "It doesn't matter if you see it, the famous sword saint clan doesn't mind outsiders knowing."
From the brief conversation between the two, Su Yu could probably tell the story.
The weapon-refining genius who was famous in the Nine-Star Civilization in the past disappeared because he was enslaved by the famous Sword Saint Clan.
The Nine-Star Civilization is a place where the law of the jungle is more vividly manifested. He is not surprised at all when similar things happen.
The strange thing is, didn't Mo Heng's forces come to rescue him?
In today's nine-star civilization, if a genius appears, it is impossible for him to come from a poor background.
The poor people are all eking out an existence in the abandoned wasteland, running around every day to survive. How can they have time to cultivate their talent for weapon refining?
He must come from a famous family.
"Anyway, I am the only one left in our Mo family, so what if I tell the whole world? Who dares to risk offending the Sword Saint clan and come to rescue me?" Mo Heng seemed to have accepted his fate and even had the spirit to resist.
All lost.
It turns out that the Mo family was once a wealthy family, but for some unknown reason, it finally disappeared.
So much so that no one dared to take care of Mo Heng as a slave.
Bai Xue sighed silently, expressing his helplessness.
Although the Tiandao Palace is huge, it is still only a powerful clan-level force and is far from being able to compete with the Holy Clan.
Not to mention, the Famous Sword Saint Clan is the third most powerful Saint Clan.
Su Yu thoughtfully asked: "So, how high do you rank among the famous sword saints in terms of your true skill in weapon refining?"
At this point, Mo Heng showed a hint of pride: "Because of my status as a slave, I was ranked one hundred. In fact, the top three are not difficult, and I can even win the first place."
Being enslaved, Mo Heng was naturally unwilling to sincerely refine weapons for the famous Sword Saint clan.
So he has been hiding his skill in weapon refining.
His true skill in weapon refining is astonishingly high.
"Don't believe it!" Mo Heng thought that Su Yu and Bai Xue didn't believe him, so he said, "Let me give you the simplest example. The ten sword masters trained by the famous Sword Saint Clan spent an entire era cultivating them.
If nothing goes wrong, the sky will be stained with blood when the sword comes out!"
oh?
Bai Xue opened her eyes wide and was extremely curious: "How do you say it?"
Mo Heng said disdainfully: "Those ten sword masters thought they had amazing achievements and forged a flawless holy weapon. In fact, the forging process was full of flaws!"
"When the sword comes out, it will definitely lose control and injure guests from all directions."
Mo Heng just remembered that Su Yu and others also came to observe the birth of the Jue Tian Sword, and said: "For the sake of saving my life, I advise you to never get close to the Jue Tian Sword. It is best not to even step on the famous sword saint clan.
Enter, otherwise your life may be in danger."
Su Yu and Bai Xue both became serious. Mo Heng, a slave who had lost his freedom, had no need to threaten them.
Nine times out of ten, what he said is true - if his skill in weapon refining is really as good as he says.
"Thanks for the reminder." Su Yu said, "However, we need to intercept the raw energy released when Juejiantian was born when we go to the Famous Sword Saint Clan. I'm afraid we have to go."
Mo Heng sighed: "Then you wish for your own good luck!"
After a pause, Mo Heng took out two more black iron pills from his sleeves. They were bumpy on the outside and he didn't know what they were for.
"I hope you can come in handy." Mo Heng patted his butt and said, "Let's go and take you to the Sword Saint Clan, provided you all have invitations."
When it came to the invitation letter, Bai Xue took out her real invitation letter and said with a small mouth: "Is it time to open it for me?"
Su Yu said nothing, and lightly touched the letter with his finger, and many images were projected inside the letter.
Mo Heng happened to catch this scene, his pupils shrank, and he looked at Su Yu with deep meaning.
"Let's go." Bai Xue happily put away the invitation.
Mo Heng led the way with a calm expression. Half a day later, a golden road paved in the sky appeared in front of them.
At the end of the road is a huge sword stuck upside down in the earth.
That is not a real sword, but a building of the famous sword saint clan.
However, when they boarded the golden road, they discovered that not far ahead was the young man named "Ada" who abandoned Mo Heng and ran away alone.
"Ah Da?" Mo Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you're safe, that's fine."
In his words, he showed special care for this Ah Da.
In fact, when he was in danger, he pushed Ah Da away and blocked the blow with his own body. It was already obvious that the relationship between the two was anything but ordinary.
Hearing the voice behind him, Ah Da looked back, but there was not much joy on his face. Instead, he murmured coldly: "He's not dead yet."
He forced himself to walk back and said, "Thank you just now."
He said thank you, but there was no trace of gratitude in his eyes, and he was even a little disappointed that Mo Heng did not die at the hands of the skeleton.
Su Yu frowned, this young man should at least know something about repaying a favor, right?
However, he could not intervene without clarifying the relationship and grudges between the two.
But Bai Xue was much more direct: "You brat, can you say something humane? Are you cursing your benefactor to death? Without him, you would have died long ago!"
Ah Da stared at Bai Xue displeased: "What does it have to do with you if I talk to my father?"
Father?
Is it a father-son relationship between the two of them?
Ah Da looked at Mo Heng, who was covered in bloody scabs, with disgust: "You wait here for a while, I'll go in first so that no one else sees it."
Hey!
Bai Xue was really angry. How could any son dislike me?
She rolled up her sleeves and said, "Will you stop?"
However, Mo Heng stopped Bai Xue and said with a complex expression: "Quinzi is not sensible, so please don't mind me, two seniors."
Bai Xue was furious: "I mean, Mo Heng, you used to be a figure, how could you raise such a son? Are you doting on him too much?"
Mo Heng remained silent, seemingly unwilling to state the cause and effect.
Su Yu's eyes flickered slightly. As a slave of the famous Sword Saint Clan, where did Mo Heng get his son?