God of Warcraft

Chapter 1890 Lord of the Vaulted House
"Oh, it's Young Master Mo." Hearing Mo Dongyuan's introduction, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of those golden-armored god kings, because they couldn't see through Mo Xuankong's cultivation at all. Obviously, Mo Xuankong's own cultivation was much stronger than theirs, and Mo Xuankong's youth was beyond their expectations.

In their surprised eyes, there is still some respect. The most true truth in this world is that the strong are respected.The news of Mo Xuankong has long been passed down as a legend in Motian Holy City, and even the entire God Realm.The people in Mo Tian Shenyu felt very happy when they talked about it, because Mo Xuankong made every member of the Mo family feel that they had face. As a member of the Mo family, they should be as proud of everything as Mo Xuankong.

As for the incident caused by Mo Xuankong at the Primordial God Ruins, the various forces in the Divine Land and Divine Land kept complaining, especially the Luotian Sect and the Blissful Heavenly Palace, but the Holy City turned a blind eye and killed Zhu Fangxing so what, That's because Zhu Fangxing killed my disciple of the Mo family, so what if he killed Chief He Yuan? Just like what Mo Xuankong said, if you kill a member of my Mo family, you will pay back a hundredfold... No matter what his identity is...

Killing those Zhu Fangming and Le Rongchao outside the Xuanxuan Pagoda that day was a bit abrupt, but they all had their own way of death. These people suppressed the Mo family inside and outside the Xuanxuan Pagoda, and it took more than a day or two to exclude them.Later, the interception and killing of the Mo family by these forces also angered Mo Tian Shengcheng. Instead, it was Mo Xuankong who turned the world around and killed these forces so frightened that they did not dare to attack the Mo family again.

Although the rumor was a counterattack planned by Mo Tianji and Tianji Pavilion, the news had already been spread by people, especially the members of the Holy Xuan Legion. He was a good man in Mo Tianshen Realm, so the group of golden armored god kings in front of him looked at Mo Xuankong with respect in their eyes.

"Little guy, you're finally back, Yuelai, bring the little guy to me." Just as Zhan Wuming and others walked down the altar, a faint voice drifted through the void.

"The Lord of the Qionglu!" The expressions of Mo Dongyuan and others changed. It was obvious that all the stars in the Qionglu were within the range of the Lord of the Qionglu's consciousness. What they just said was naturally heard by the Lord of the Qionglu.

"Please young master Xuankong come with me!" A golden armored god king's expression became more and more respectful. Unexpectedly, the lord of Qionglu paid so much attention to this Mo Xuankong, and the weight of this Mo Xuankong became more and more important.

"You guys wait for me outside, I'll come back as soon as I go." Zhan Wuming ordered Mo Dongyuan and the others, and followed the golden armored god king out.Since the Lord of the Qionglu wanted to see him, he went to meet him. The tone of the other party did not seem to have any malice. Now he is naturally not afraid that others will find out his lies or fake Mo Xuankong, because the real Mo Xuankong These people have never seen it, so naturally they have no way of saying what is true or false.

Back then, the Dark Assassin Lord didn't even notice his strangeness, but now that he is the God Emperor, he has already integrated his aura into a whole, and it is impossible for anyone to find out, at most, he just thinks that his physical body is different from ordinary people.

Zhan Wuming's body has the blood of the Mo family. He swallowed a large number of Mo family children in the wilderness, and has already integrated their blood. Even if he wanted to find his abnormality from the blood, he could not do it.Therefore, he was not afraid at all to meet the lord of the vault.

The Qionglu Temple where the Lord of the Qionglu is located is not too far from the Qionglu Palace. Mo Yue strides a hundred miles, as if flashing in the void, obviously a god-king who is proficient in space talent, and Zhan Wuming is unhurried and very leisurely He followed behind him, but after a cup of tea, he arrived at the foot of a huge mountain.

The mountain peak is a huge palace, with a sapphire-like luster, all kinds of ravines, peaks and ravines are magically crafted, and endless aura comes out from the sapphire-like mountain peaks, matching with the blue sky, there is an indescribable agility .

All kinds of buildings, pavilions, pavilions, springs and water pavilions on the mountain are directly carved from the jade in the mountain, and they are integrated with the whole mountain. In the brilliance, there is a dreamlike look.One by one divine birds circled and circled in the water mist, and from time to time a few clear chirps made the world seem to have a little more surging vitality.

Zhan Wuming followed Mo Yuelai up the stairs. This time, Mo Yuelai did not dare to show his spatial talent, and walked every step very piously, like a pilgrimage.Zhan Wuming walked while admiring the beautiful scenery of the mountains, and from time to time there were spirit beasts jumping from the mountains and passing his sight, making this world a artistic conception of its own.

Zhan Wuming had to admit that this place is indeed a special place, this huge jade mountain is like an incomparably huge divine crystal, full of spirituality.Although the Yushu Qionglou looks like carved, it also reveals a compelling vitality, as if you can hear the sound of them growing there quietly.

The mountain is so vast that even if you walk up it step by step, you don’t feel particularly bored. Every step has a scene, each of which is different from each other.Each one is as exquisite as a work of art.

The top of the peak is a huge rock protruding from the clouds, like a broken bridge stretching into the void, without any redundant buildings, only a few huge stones scattered on the platform. Looking closer, I found that the platform is just a huge The chessboard, and those boulders are just a few chess pieces still scattered on it.

At the end of the broken bridge that stretched into the clouds, a thin figure first entered Zhan Wuming's eyes. He couldn't describe the feeling. It's that back view, as if he has become the most special and eye-catching scenery on the top of the mountain.

The blue sky, idle clouds, and huge rocks are like a broken bridge, and the lonely shadow is frozen in the void, as a whole. When Zhan Wuming's eyes fell on the back of that figure, he suddenly found that this shadow was like the center of the star, absorbing It absorbs the energy of the entire star, and then feeds its own energy back to this star. It is a star, and the star is only a part of it.

"You are here..." The faint voice floated directly in Zhan Wuming's mind.It also brought Zhan Wuming back to his senses, only then did he realize that Mo Yue had quietly retreated at some point, and on the top of the mountain, besides him, there was only the master from the back.

"Xuankong has seen the Lord of the Qionglu!" Zhan Wuming saluted, speaking sincerely.

"Well, you are very special." The lord of the vault didn't look back, but he seemed to have seen through Zhan Wuming. He took a breath, and Zhan Wuming seemed to see the clouds and mist in the void in front of the broken bridge-like rock. It turned into two air dragons and sank into the body of the lord of the vault.

"Come and sit!" The lord of Qionglu lightly raised his hand and patted the ground beside him. His tone was gentle, and there was no domineering air that made people feel unapproachable. Everything was so natural and casual that it made people's souls hard to bear. The estrangement made Zhan Wuming's heart awe-inspiring, and he couldn't guess every strong man of the main god rank.

As the main god-level powerhouse, the lord of the vault is much stronger than the lord of the dark thorns. This is a kind of intuition, because every word and action of the other party seems to reveal a mysterious dao rhyme, which is natural and inaction. As if the law of heaven is the case.

Zhan Wuming hesitated for a moment, walked slowly to the side of the Lord of the Qionglu, and sat down. He looked at the Lord of the Qionglu curiously, and found that the Lord of the Qionglu seemed to have been petrified. Wrinkles make people have a dull feeling, which is in sharp contrast with the vitality of the entire Yufeng.

His body is like an ancient tree, it seems that there are countless roots on this mountain, only his hands, slender and white, are completely different from his body, like a newborn baby, with long fish in his hands A pole stretched from the end of the broken bridge into the cloud, and vaguely saw a silk thread hanging down from the cloud. I don't know what he was fishing for. Zhan Wuming was very curious. This mountain is ten thousand feet high. The bridge is naturally at a height of ten thousand feet. What can you fish from this ten thousand feet high altitude?
"Old Ancestor, what are you fishing for?" Zhan Wuming thought for a while, but still asked out the doubts in his heart.

"A fate." The Lord of the Qionglu smiled lightly, and there seemed to be an inexplicable understanding under the influence of the wrinkles on his face.

"Fate?" Zhan Wuming laughed. This is indeed an interesting answer. No matter what is hooked, it is fate. The hunter and the prey are fate, and the relatives are also fate. If you catch something, it is also a kind of fate if you can't catch it, it's just called no fate!

"The Dao Heart of the Patriarch is indeed unparalleled!" Zhan Wuming praised.

"The avenue of heaven and earth has its own fate, whether it is life or death. I am still pursuing the truth of the avenue. I always feel that there is a little chance in the vast world. Therefore, I have been fishing here for hundreds of thousands of years, but I still have nothing." The Lord of the Qionglu sighed softly and said lightly.

Zhan Wuming was startled, a strange look flashed across his face, he looked at the Lord of the Qionglu, saw how his seat was integrated with this rock, and asked with some uncertainty: "Then ancestor Never left or moved?"

"The fate has not come, why move?" The Lord of the Qionglu asked indifferently.

Zhan Wuming was speechless for a moment, this kind of process of seeking the way was really weird, if he was allowed to sit in silence for 10 years without moving, how could he bear it, no wonder his butt has already been petrified.But he just smiled and said: "Your way of finding fate, ancestor, is too special, but I think you, ancestor, have already found the fate of the great way, and you have already realized it very deeply."

"Oh, how did you see it?" The voice of the ancestor of Qionglu was still calm.

Zhan Wuming looked at everything on the top of the mountain, then landed on the ancestor of Qionglu, took a breath and said: "If Xuankong is wrong, ancestor, don't blame me for being too shallow."

"But it doesn't matter!" The lord of the vault knew Zhan Wuming's reaction clearly. Although he didn't turn his head to look at Zhan Wuming, he seemed to be fully aware of his expression.

(End of this chapter)