Nine suns stepping on the sky

In the gray sky and the vast land, one hundred and eight large tombs stand, and in front of each tomb stands a stone tablet, engraved with a picture of a person or a beast.These tombs were piled up by Mo Yu himself, and the ancient creatures in the tombs contributed their last strength for him.

Standing among the [-] large tombs, Mo Yu was silent for a while, cupped his hands and bowed deeply, then got up and walked deep into the ancient road cemetery.A desolate and dead silence, except for the whimpering wind in the ears, there is no sound in this world.

Soon, he walked out of the scope of the big tomb and entered an area that he had never penetrated into before.In sight, the remains of an ancient god appeared. Its brows were broken, pierced by a powerful force, and its soul was directly annihilated.

At this moment, he fell to the ground, half of his body was covered by the sand, but the bone hand stretched out to the sky showed a strong unwillingness.

Perhaps, for dying here, he felt extremely sad and helpless.

Mo Yu bowed his hands, and the ground collapsed suddenly, sucking in the remains of the ancient god, and the ground surged up in a blink of an eye, forming a huge tomb.

The wind rolled up the sand, gathered in mid-air to form a monument, and fell to the ground with a "boom".

Mo Yu got up and continued to move forward.

"The ancient way will die, and the immortal way will rise... Live for my way, die for my way... This is the joy of martyrdom, this is the joy of martyrdom..."

The whispering voice came to the ears with the wind. A beautiful woman came slowly from a distance. She was wearing a clean white dress, but her pretty face was indifferent, and her empty eyes seemed to have lost her soul.

But the next moment, the woman seemed to have noticed something, her face twisted suddenly, and she screamed, "The ancient way will perish!"

boom--

When she stepped on the ground, she was torn to shreds by the powerful force. She raised five fingers with black sharp nails, and scratched hard at the head.

Immortals, martyrs!

Mo Yu's expression was calm, and he touched his hand in front of him, and the woman's figure stopped suddenly, her empty eyes flashed, revealing a look of expression, as if she glanced at Mo Yu, with a trace of gratitude in an extremely complicated way.

Then, with a gust of wind, her body turned into countless dust and dissipated.

The martyrs died for the immortal way, and their obsession never fades away. They will be imprisoned in the ancient way cemetery forever and cannot be detached.

They themselves are the greatest sorrow.

In Mo Yu's body, he possesses the power of the four ways of faith, god, ancient, and immortal. It is true that he is a descendant of the ancient way, but he can also be regarded as a person in the immortal way.

He can't comment on the grievances of countless years ago, but the replacement of all things from generation to generation, the ancient way replaces the divine way to come to the immortal world, and the immortal world bury the ancient way to achieve inheritance. In itself, there is no absolute right or wrong.

Therefore, in Mo Yu's eyes, no matter the ancient people who died in the ancient way cemetery or the immortal monks who died here, they are all poor people.

Swah——

In the space, the woman with her eyes closed stepped out, her breath was ethereal and without sustenance, and her whole body was lifeless.Between the eyebrows, the "ancient" divine pattern is even darker than before, and it seems that it will go out at any time!

"Go, get out of here!"

Hideto's tone was anxious.

Mo Yu frowned, "You're hurt."

Not only was he injured, but in his eyes, Xiu Teng's body was riddled with scars, superimposed countless times, almost on the verge of collapse.

"Don't worry about it, let's go!" Xiu Teng shouted.

In the next instant, her face changed drastically, and she dodged to protect Mo Yu behind her.

"The ancient way will die, and the immortal way will rise... Live for my way, die for my way... This is the joy of martyrdom, this is the joy of martyrdom..."

The sound of chanting came from all directions, and figures slowly emerged. Each of them had a pair of empty eyes, but their faces were distorted.

The handsome man came from the void, and his body was filled with the sun-like aura of immortality, warm and peaceful.There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fell on Mo Yu, that smile couldn't help but become brighter.

As a spirit of obsession, between life and death, he, like Xiu Teng, can directly see Mo Yu's essence and confirm his identity without being confused by the skin of the outside world.

"You're back? This is really a wonderful thing. I want to thank you very much. If it weren't for the accident that year, how could I have realized the ability of assimilation and become as powerful as I am today."

The gentle voice resounded in the air, but it brought a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making one's scalp tingle.

Mo Yu looked at him with cold eyes, "You are devouring other martyrs."

The handsome man was slightly surprised, "Good eyesight." He smiled slightly and shook his head again, "However, how can this be regarded as devouring? Instead of letting them waste their power unconsciously and like wandering ghosts, it is better to contribute it to me. Suppressing the ancient race... We are all martyrs, buried for the immortal way, and they are very gratified to be able to provide me with strength."

Mo Yu shook his head, "Damn you."

"I want to die too, but in this world, no one can kill me." The handsome man laughed, "How about I kill you instead?"

Xiu Teng grabbed Mo Yu, "Run away!"

But this time, the figure beside her was like a rock by the sea, motionless.

Mo Yu said lightly, "You can die."

"Ah!" A shriek screamed out from the mouth of the handsome man. Black flames gushed out from his mouth, nose, and every pore in his body, burning his flesh and blood into ashes in a blink of an eye, revealing the dark bones underneath.

On every bone, countless human faces emerged, struggling violently, showing expressions of pain.These were all devoured by him, the obsession of a martyr suppressed in his body.

"Who are you, who are you!"

The black skeleton roared unwillingly, but it was destined not to receive an answer.

Snapped--

The black bones under the black fire shattered to the ground, phantoms escaped one after another, bowed to Mo Yuqiqi, and then disappeared into the air with a look of relief on their faces.

Mo Yu turned around and held the girl's hand instead, "Xiu Teng, today I will fulfill my promise and take you out of the Ancient Dao Cemetery."

Three days later.

The entire ancient road cemetery was cleaned up, and countless large tombs stood on the ground.At the same time, all the martyrs were also released, freed from the eternal imprisonment, and dissipated in the world.

Perhaps, they still have the opportunity to enter the undead world and start a new life.

Xiu Teng stood beside her, with a look of helplessness and faint confusion on her indifferent face.Her destiny is to be the gravekeeper of the ethnic group, but now that her guardianship is no longer needed here, what can she do in the future?Is it really possible to return to the outside world?

Mo Yu held her hand and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I will arrange everything, and the ancient clan will be reborn in your hands."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves, and the Advent Gate appeared, holding Xiu Teng, and the two stepped into it.

hum-

At this moment, the entire world of the Ancient Dao Cemetery trembled slightly, and an invisible imprisoning force fell on Xiu Teng, intending to keep her behind.

As the cemetery keeper, she is one with the Gudao cemetery, so naturally she is not allowed to leave.

But at this moment, the power falling on Xiu Teng's body collapsed with a tremor, and her body was only slightly paused before being torn apart.

Using the Door of Advent, Mo Yu had expected this, and it was precisely this great supernatural power that was going to be used to shake back the imprisoning power of the ancient road cemetery.

Swah——

The Advent Gate dissipates.

……

The ancient clan disappeared in smoke, and the fairy world is now in charge of the immortals. Unless Mo Yu used thunder to suppress and kill all the immortals in the fairy world, otherwise they would definitely not agree to let the ancient clan reappear.

Therefore, Absolute Immortal Valley became the best choice, and settled Xiuteng here to give the ancients time to thrive.

But before that, there was another thing to do.

Ancient monster tree.

Eight fruits are hanging on the branches, and the second fruit is filled with strong cyan power, and a phantom of a fruit vaguely emerges.The second demon ancestor was killed that year, and the birth of a new one requires a long period of gestation. Perhaps after a thousand years, the second demon ancestor will come again.

Suddenly, faces appeared on the eight fruits at the same time, and fell to the ground with a tremor, transforming into the figures of the eight great demon ancestors.

The face of the first demon ancestor sank like water, and he shouted loudly, "Which fellow Taoist broke into my demon clan's territory, could it be that he wants to become an enemy of my demon clan!"

boom--

The aura of the eight demon ancestors erupted, and the terrifying power fluctuated, sweeping the world in an instant.Behind him, the branches of the ancient monster tree trembled, and a large expanse of cyan demon power swayed, turning into a huge light barrier, covering it.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and two figures appeared in front of the Eight Great Demon Ancestors. The oppression from the life instinct made the Eight Great Demon Ancestors tremble in unison.

Ancient!

The first demon ancestor's pupils contracted violently. How could it be possible that there are other ancient races in this world.No, the woman in the back, although she has an ancient aura, she is not a living being in essence.

What's going on?

With his big heart, the city is in chaos at the moment, he took a deep breath, bowed and said: "I don't know if the two ancient masters are coming, if you are rude, please Haihan."

In any case, stabilize the two of them first, and then make any calculations.

Mo Yu smiled, "Number One Demon Ancestor, you've been separated for so many years, and you still have the same demeanor."

"Ah!" The first demon ancestor exclaimed, staring at Mo Yu, a memory that he didn't want to recall rolled out, "It's you!"

He immediately came to his senses, bowed his head and saluted, "Your Excellency is welcome back." In his heart, he was extremely vigilant. Right now, the master demon god's plan is at a critical moment, why did this hateful ancient tribe suddenly come?

Could it be that he noticed something!

Thinking of this, the sharp light in the eyes of the First Demon Ancestor flashed away, but on the surface, he was extremely fearful and awed.

Mo Yu glanced at the ancient tree of the Yaozu, his eyes flickered, and said: "I am here to borrow the demon god of the Yaozu and the ancient refining demon pool to help my clansman regain a new life."

The complexions of the great demon ancestors all changed.

"What? You don't want to."

The first demon ancestor coughed, "My lord is serious. The demon clan is the slaves of the ancient clan, and everything is at their disposal. However, the demon god is in a state of silence at the moment. Please give me some time. When I wake up the demon god, I will hand it over to you." To be used by adults."

Mo Yu glanced indifferently, "Really?"

He stepped on his feet lightly.

boom--

The ground cracked, and huge cracks stretched straight to the ancient Yaozu tree.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yu shot directly, the face of the first demon ancestor changed drastically, and he was about to block it as soon as he raised his hand.

"Hmph!" There was a heavy cold snort in his ears, and the first demon ancestor screamed, blood flowed from the seven orifices, and his breath immediately languished.

The other seven demon ancestors also fell to the ground one after another, screaming in pain.

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