Nine suns stepping on the sky

The ancestors of the saint clan ordered that whoever captures and beheads the master of the sword sect can worship him and be the next younger brother.

Abi shook, the thirteen orthodox lineages entered the hell, and competed for the monstrous good fortune!

Meng Qianqing's eyes became more intense, "The master of the Sword Sect is a good means, if you don't attract Meng's attention, you will not be able to detect that you are hiding here."

His face was serious.

In the first battle of Jianzong, Leng Qianqiu, the eighth apprentice of the ancestor of the holy clan, and the second powerful sword cultivator of the Heavenly Dao were defeated and disappeared.

This alone is enough to prove the strength of Mo Yu!

It's just that at this moment, Meng Qianqing is not afraid, instead she is full of fighting spirit.

If he can kill Mo Yu, it means that he has surpassed Leng Qianqiu now... He never forgot his defeat back then!

With a movement of her feet, Meng Qianqing's eyes flashed with strange lights, and she burst out in an instant, "Everything in the world is illusory, only then can I enter my dream, and once I enter the dream... I won't wake up!"

His eyes burst out suddenly at this moment, with a dazzling light.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes subconsciously, then opened them again, and his figure appeared on a long street.

There are many pedestrians, and there are row upon row of shops on both sides, which is very prosperous.

A trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, but before he could think about it, a young man ran up in front of him, "Brother! What are you still doing, sister-in-law finally promised us to come out and play, don't waste time."

Mo Yu was stunned, "Mo Liang..." He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it, as if something was missing in his mind.

At this moment, a ray of light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Mo Liang didn't notice this, so he pulled him up and rushed towards the crowd excitedly.

Looking at his back, Mo Yu hesitated, and finally smiled.

One day out, the two brothers did not return until late at night, carrying big and small bags.

Pushing open the courtyard door, Mo Liang called out, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, we are back, let's see what brother bought for you."

A woman walked out of the room. Under the candlelight behind her, she looked a little hazy, but she also looked a little more delicate. At this moment, she glanced at the two of them reproachfully, "You spend money indiscriminately again, this is what your brothers usually do. After finally earning it back, I plan to leave it for Mo Liang to marry a wife." As she said, her eyes were smiling, but it revealed her thoughts.

"Sister-in-law, I don't have anything to do yet!" Mo Liang blushed and hurried into the room, "Don't call me for dinner when you're full outside."

"You're so shy." The girl shook her head and smiled, and looked at Mo Yu who was staring blankly at him, her pretty face flushed slightly, "Daddy, what are you looking at?"

She is... Mrs. Lin... Duan Zhiqing...

Mo Yu's eyes were slightly dazed, and he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, "It's nothing, I just think my mother is very beautiful today."

"Stop filling me with broth, how many times have you told me to save money, and I will marry Mo Liang in the future, don't buy things randomly." As she spoke, she took Mo Yu's arm, and the two walked into the room cuddling.

The dinner was very simple, under the candlelight, the two sat facing each other.

Mo Yu ate very slowly, his eyes sometimes scanned the surroundings, and sometimes fell on Duan Zhiqing, extremely gentle.

"What's wrong?" The woman's carefulness made her aware that something was wrong, "Is there something on your mind?"

"No, don't think about it." Mo Yu smiled, hesitated, and raised his hand to stroke her hair.

Duan Zhiqing blushed, and glared at him, "What are you doing? Mo Liang is still awake, let him see, how can I discipline him in the future."

Mo Yu laughed out loud.

After packing everything, the two went back to their room, undressed and lay on the bed.Embracing Huai's soft and delicate body, Mo Yu's heart was warm, his eyes were clear, he murmured to her in a low voice, making Huai's wife smile from time to time, and stretched out his hand to gently pat his chest.

It was late at night, Duan Zhiqing fell asleep in his arms, Mo Yu stroked her long hair, and looked at her sleeping face with tender eyes.

"Perhaps in the depths of my heart, there is such a person buried, who can live with you and Mo Liangan safely."

"There is no pain of cultivation, no bloody killings, we grow old together, and return to the dust together. But... it's just a dream after all."

In Mo Yu's soul space, the ancient soul-suppressing tree's magical powers flickered slightly, and he woke up the moment he fell into a dream.She was willing to sleep in it only because she wished for a dream, but now...it's time to wake up from the dream!

Lowering his head, he kissed the pregnant woman lightly, Mo Yu said in a low voice, "We will see you again..." His eyes slowly closed.

Open it again, he is still in the stone palace, one finger is less than an inch away from the center of his brow.

Not far away was Qing Yuan's pale face.

hum-

A sword cry suddenly came from Mo Yu's body, and the monstrous sword intent erupted from between the eyebrows, focusing heavily on this finger.

Sighing, Meng Qianqing stepped back one after another, every time he stepped back, his face would turn pale with meaning, and his fingers would have an extra wound.

The blood was splashing, but he didn't care about it, his face was shocked, "You...you can wake up from my dream..." This technique was inherited from his ancestors, and it is said to have a very terrifying origin. It can make thousands of people fall into a dream at the same time, and never wake up from a dream.

Even in the realm of heaven, he is sure that if he falls into a dream, although he cannot be trapped forever, it is enough to take the opportunity to kill him.

But it was useless to Mo Yu!

Mo Yu's expression was calm, "Your dream allowed Mo Mou to experience a subconsciously expected life, so I am willing to indulge in it. But also, your dream flipped Mo Mou's memory, and his crime... cannot be forgiven!" With cold eyes, he raised his hand and slashed forward.

The Xuanhuang Sword appeared at some unknown time, and when it was cut, the space trembled, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Meng Qianqing's complexion changed drastically, and when she pressed her hands forward, a phantom of a tortoise shell appeared, which quickly became solid like a real thing, with countless talismans engraved on the surface, and a thick, mountainous and earth-like aura emanated from it.

In an instant, Xuanhuang sword slashed down, the tortoise shell trembled suddenly, countless cracks appeared, then collapsed and dissipated, and a miserable howl seemed to be vaguely heard in the ear.

The clothes on Meng Qianqing's chest were torn, but at this moment, a halo of light gushed out from him, blocking the remaining power of the sword.

His face paled suddenly, he stepped on his feet, and his figure exploded back.

Qingyun's pretty face changed slightly, her beautiful eyes flashed coldness, and she raised her hand a little, "Tie the fairy rope!"

A touch of white horse shot out like lightning, tightly entangled Mo Yu between breaths.

A flash of joy flashed in her eyes, she turned around and said: "Brother Qianqing, since you failed in your attempt, it will be my younger sister's turn next."

With a wave of his hand, "Set up an formation, trap and kill this person."

The figure flickered, led by three elders from the Qing family, leading more than ten monks, and trapped Mo Yu.The positions they are standing in seem to be ordinary, but they imply some invisible rules. When the cultivation base explodes, dazzling divine light gushes out from nothingness, and turns into a formation in a blink of an eye, suppressing all directions!

Qingyun's pretty face was filled with joy, and then turned into murderous intent, "Master of the Sword Sect, even if you have great abilities, you will not escape death today."

As soon as the figure moved, she roared towards her, raising her hand and pointing.

When the finger fell, the jade finger turned into purple in the blink of an eye!The cold air erupted in an instant, causing the temperature in this space to drop suddenly, and the space seemed to condense.

Mo Yu looked calm. Instead of resisting at this moment, he withdrew all his strength, but there was a hint of cynicism in his eyes.

Qingyun's heart skipped a beat, under this gaze, she suddenly had an extremely bad feeling, but soon she gritted her teeth and suppressed it.

There is no turning back when the bow is opened, and the matter has come to this point, she must not retreat.

Swah——

The faster one finger is, the stronger the purple will be!