377 Who Is the Mastermind?
Mo Lianque and the others looked at one another and saw the seriousness in one another’s eyes.
There was no doubt that there was a terrifying existence in the darkness ahead that was releasing a pressure that they could not see, causing those crazy corpse monsters to involuntarily retreat.
As talents personally selected by the Xuanwu Emperor, it was not luck that led them to get here.
“But… what exactly is it?”
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Qing Yue could not help but gulp.
Among everyone present, he was the youngest and had the lowest cultivation.
Although he had always looked down on everyone and was very arrogant when he went to the Thousand Autumn Valley, this was because he had always thought that he could surpass everyone as long as he was given enough ti.
However, when facing a strange and powerful enemy, the enemy was not going to give him enough ti to grow up.
“I… I’m only 11 years old…”
Qing Yue shivered and his lips turned pale.
Outside the Ancient King War Chariot, the darkness was thick and the gray fog was indistinct. Even with the cultivation of the Primal Core Realm, it was difficult to peep through the obstruction of the gray fog and see what was behind the darkness.
Perhaps it was because of this that Sect Master Feng’s companion’s divine power had lost its effect and they were unable to connect with the two of them.
“Your Majesty, is the entrance you ntioned… really here?” Mo Zi’an asked worriedly. “In my opinion, it’s best to wait for Sect Master Feng to return so we can work together to find the entrance to the third level. It’s safer that way…”
“Sect Master Feng has already been gone for many days. We can’t wait forever.”
When Mo Lianque heard this, he shook his head helplessly. “According to the calculations of our ancestors, this is our last chance. As the spiritual energy of the world declines, Xuanwu Kingdom is gradually weakening, and the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons is also gradually weakening. And this era… is the mont when the difference in strength between us is the smallest!”
As if he did not want to wait for Feng Xia to return?
Unfortunately, ti waited for no man!
If he missed this era, there would not be another one.
Then from now on, the countless humans in the Xuanwu Kingdom would never be able to rise again.
For the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, this might be an insignificant matter, but for Xuanwu Kingdom, it was undoubtedly a hopeless future!
“Let’s continue forward. Our ancestors and I have prepared for this day for too long.”
Mo Lianque took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing. His gaze was calm as he regained his indifferent attitude. “It’s better to rely on ourselves than others. Even without Sect Master Feng’s strength, we must do our best… at this stage!”
The atmosphere in the Ancient King War Chariot gradually beca oppressive.
anwhile, Mo Lianque silently added in his heart.
“My ancestors… have been waiting here for too long!”
Kaboom—
The Ancient King War Chariot soared into the sky and turned into a magnificent stream of light. It was like a teor cutting through the sky, illuminating the darkness in all directions.
Not long after that, the darkness suddenly moved.
It was not the light that dispersed the darkness, but the darkness itself that was squirming like an endless sky that moved alongside the desolate ground!
At an unknown height, the gray fog suddenly surged and condensed into figures.
Their shapes and sizes were all different. There were n and won, and there were even different races. However, they were all made of gray fog, and their faces were blurry, making it impossible to see their true appearances.
“Our soul fragnts… have been destroyed…”
“Who did it? The soul fragnt did not transmit its mories back before it died!”
“I can feel that the soul fragnt was in great pain before it died, as if it had experienced endless tornt. What exactly did it encounter and what did it see before it died?”
The gray fog figures spoke one after another, as if they were discussing sothing. At every mont, many different voices sounded.
Over the past tens of millions of years, they had created countless soul fragnts. It was not as if those soul fragnts did not die. However, after the soul fragnts died, their mories would be transmitted back to the true form!
However, sothing unexpected happened this ti.
After the soul fragnts died, not a single mory was transmitted back.
“It’s fine. It’s just a soul fragnt. If it dies, so be it. Just create another one again.”
At this mont, a rather tall gray fog figure said, “More than 3,000 years have passed. The restrictions left behind by the Lingyun Kingdom’s State Preceptor can no longer trap us.”
“There are only two things that we need to focus on now.”
“One is the current Ruler. His cultivation isn’t strong, but he has many tricks up his sleeve. He has repeatedly delayed our escape. If we hadn’t tricked him and sent him away this ti, we might have to move back the timing of our appearance again.”
“As for the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom that is still intact…”
At this point, all the gray fog figures paused.
The lofty voice sneered, “Does the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom really think that no one knows what they’re planning? They want to resurrect the Supre Demon Dragon Emperor and turn us… along with this world… back into the prival atmosphere forever?”
“It’s just wishful thinking!”
“Let’s send another soul fragnt. Since they’ve been thinking about it for so many years, we’ll completely destroy their hope and let them see their ancestral land… becoming our backyard!”
“For safety’s sake, cut off all their hopes and prevent any possible future accidents from happening again. This ti, I’ll use my True Spirit Realm soul power.”
Hiss, hiss, hiss—
At this mont, the gray fog seed to surge.
A shadow fell from the sky. He seed to have a clear target. In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside a woman.
“Xiu’er.”
“Ah!”
Hearing the voice behind her, the woman imdiately scread, but then she ca back to her senses with a surprised expression. “Your Highness! Is it you? Is it really you?”
...
“It’s .”
The voice paused for a mont before speaking calmly.
“It’s great that you’re fine!” Upon hearing this, the woman patted her chest forcefully and heaved a long sigh of relief. “I just know it. Your Highness is peerless. How can Xia Donghai do anything to you?”
Originally, after the Holy Son was killed, Mo Zhongxiu had beco rather anxious and uneasy.
After all, she had left her holand and ca here alone. Her greatest support was that Holy Son!
If the Holy Son was really defeated, she would beco a lonely duckweed with no roots. Her only choice was to hide herself carefully and not let anyone discover her existence.
This was also the reason why she chose to act alone after entering the second level.
However, at this mont, Mo Zhongxiu’s mood was unprecedentedly happy.
This was because…
The Holy Son had returned!
“Your Highness, what are you going to do next?” She suppressed her excitent and asked carefully.
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“Step into the third level and kill everyone!”
The Holy Son spoke slowly.
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