Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 17 Eighth Level Warrior

Five days later, in Mo Lin's training room.

The Yin-Yang Martial Soul is like a black and white moon wheel rotating at high speed, shining on Mo Lin with beams of brilliance.

Mo Lin's lips were tightly closed, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the sweat on his forehead was like a waterfall. If someone stood beside him at this moment, he could hear a loud thunderous sound coming from his body. Drums beating on the battlefield.

"Ah! Break it for me!"

A violent roar suddenly burst out from Mo Lin's lips, and the sound of the drum beating stopped suddenly, replaced by the sound of crystal shattering. At the same time, the space of the training room with Mo Lin's body as the center seemed to collapse instantly. Pulling the vitality of the surrounding world into his body frantically.

Mo Lin's eyes suddenly opened, and the depths of the shining pupils were full of surprises, and the aura of his whole body became even stronger.

"Using three Chongmai Pills, I finally reached the eighth level of the Chongmai realm."

Mo Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead, the Chongmai Pill is the most effective for low-level fighters, if he is lucky, he can even flush three soul veins in a row, but Mu Yang's luck is obviously not so good, he only used three pills in a row to flush one soul vein, according to the probability Speaking of it, it is simply weak.

However, after all, he was successfully promoted and did not disappoint him.

"If we meet Mu Yao again, we shouldn't run away in embarrassment."

As the level rises, Mo Lin's strength will increase accordingly, and the power of drawing swords and lightning strikes will also increase. With all his strength, his strength is close to five thousand catties. Coupled with the fighting skills he brought from his previous life, he is no different from a ninth-level warrior. Can't fight.

Putting away the Shadow Martial Soul, Mo Lin walked towards the training room.

……

Chang'an City, the Mo family, in a clean side room.Mo Qingshan stared at a portrait on the wall in a daze.

The painting in the portrait is a woman, beautiful and elegant, extraordinary and free from dust, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, but what is surprising is that the woman is holding a golden chain in her hand, and at the end of the chain is a five-clawed head. Black dragon, in front of the huge body of the black dragon, the woman looks so weak, but the eyes of the black dragon looking at her are full of awe and admiration, and even a bit of flattery. The weird scene, just one glance, is unforgettable for life.

"Sister Xue, Xiao Lin has finally awakened his martial soul. Your sacrifices were not in vain. He really inherited your martial soul, but he still doesn't know what that green vine means. In order not to affect his original heart of martial arts, we Didn't tell him the truth, but I'm sure it won't be long before he realizes what a powerful gift his mother passed on to him."

"When an ordinary green vine evolves into an emperor's martial spirit that can subdue even a giant dragon, what a powerful shock it will be. I believe this day will come sooner or later."

Mo Qingshan looked at the woman in the painting with tender eyes, and muttered to himself.

"It's been more than ten years, they must never have imagined that we have a son. When Xiao Lin steps into the imperial city one day, I will make the whole Yunlan Kingdom tremble and tremble! Cruelly paid the price in blood! 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, Xuemei, just wait and see."

Mo Qingshan's tiger eyes were burning with raging flames, revealing confidence and firmness that he had never had before. The woman in the painting seemed to hear her own man's voice, and her beautiful face seemed to emit a radiant brilliance.

……

Mo Lin has never seen his mother since he was a child, and every time he asked about it, Mo Qingshan would only say that she had traveled far away. Later, as she grew older and had two lives, her mind was far beyond that of an ordinary child. Father didn't want to mention it, so he didn't ask any more questions. Naturally, he didn't know the secret of the Ivy Spirit.

After leaving the practice room, Mo Lin went straight to the Valley of Heartlessness.

This is where he has long been prepared to practice.

"Mo Lin, you are finally willing to get out!"

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, a cold voice came.

"Mo Gang."

Mo Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the young man with his arms folded on his shoulders not far away, with a gloomy expression.

Seeing Mo Lin appear, Mo Gang's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Two days ago, he received a letter from his father, Mo Guangdou, saying that his younger brother Mo Ming was injured by Mo Lin, and even Mo Guangdou was humiliated by Mo Qingshan, asking him to find a chance to avenge his hatred, and even bluntly said It's best to make him never return to Mojia Village!

Never go back, that is death!

"I heard that your boy's strength has greatly increased after awakening his martial soul. Do you have the courage to go to the Valley of Unrequited Love to compete with me?" Mo Gang said with a sinister smile. He said that he was going to the Valley of Unrequited Love. The purpose is self-evident.

Mo Lin is so smart, how could he fail to see Mo Gang's thoughts? From the day he returned to the sect, he knew that Mo Gang would find him sooner or later. As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat a dog. Mo Gang is Mo Ming. Brother, can you avenge him?
There is another secret that Mo Lin never told anyone, and that is related to the owner's death.

When the current Mo Lin traveled to the Mountain Sea Continent, the owner was only three years old. He was playing in the village that year, and was pushed into the well by Mo Gang, and drowned to death. Only then did he occupy his body.Afterwards, Mo Gang wanted to murder Mo Lin, but he hid them all. Later, when Mo Gang entered the Unfeeling Sect to practice, the two separated. With such concerns, coupled with his low strength, Mo Lin has always kept the matter in his heart. Now, even for the sake of the owner, he feels that he should do something.

"Trash, don't you dare?"

Seeing that Mo Lin was silent, Mo Gang challenged him contemptuously.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Mo Lin's mouth, and he said lightly, "Okay, let's go." Then he walked straight forward.

Mo Gang was startled, apparently he didn't expect Mo Lin to agree so happily. Seeing the figure passing by, he put on a cruel smile on his face, and then followed.

The Valley of Unrequited Love is surrounded by cliffs. Apart from a mountain road that runs obliquely to the bottom of the valley, there are also a few thick iron cables connecting up and down, making it easier for people to enter and exit the valley.

However, real masters don't know how to use those iron chains and mountain paths. They will jump down and jump directly into the valley. That elegant figure will make the blood of those who watch it boil, and it can also reflect their own strength and prestige.

With Mo Lin's current strength, he can jump down in one fell swoop, but he is not an arrogant and high-profile person, and he doesn't want to scare Mo Gang because of his amazing entrance, so he walked down the mountain path in a regular manner.

"It's a waste after all. You haven't even practiced lightness kungfu and body skills. Let's see how you die later!"

Seeing Mo Lin's cautious look, Mo Gang's eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person. It wasn't until Mo Lin reached the bottom of the valley that he let out a sharp roar and soared into the sky like a big bird. It landed rapidly in the air, and landed firmly on a piece of sand, with both feet deeply inserted into the soil.

"Wow, someone jumped down again, what a brilliant qinggong, is it 'Eagle Catch the Rabbit'?"

Someone on the cliff stared at Mo Gang and praised.

"It's Mo Gang, an eighth-level warrior in the Chongmai Realm, a master of the inner sect."

someone responded.

"It turned out to be him. He is a level eight martial artist at the age of 19. His talent is really mediocre. Can he be considered a master?"

Some people don't think so. Indeed, in terms of talent, Mo Gang is even inferior to Mo Ming. A 19-year-old eighth-level martial artist can only be regarded as mediocre.

(End of this chapter)