boom--

The tremor of nothingness shook, and a mountain shadow suddenly appeared. It was thousands of feet high and it was black all over, bursting out a breath of burying the soul.

With a flash, it fell from above the sky and downwards!

Mo Yunhai's heart contracted slightly, and he suddenly raised his head. His eyes flashed with a flash of splendor. He clenched his fists and smashed his head. The power fluctuated to the extreme level, gushing out like a volcanic eruption.

The huge sound was like a world-renowned sound, and a shock ripple visible to the naked eye burst out from the point of collision, sweeping outward with a sweeping momentum.

The black mountain peak bounced upwards under the recoil, and a layer of black light burst out outside the mountain, rolling downwards like a horse.

Mo Yunhai's body sank for dozens of meters, but there was no panic on his face. He looked at Juan Lai Wuguang, sneered, and raised his hand and tore it hard.

The black light trembled and collapsed, but did not dissipate. Instead, it condensed a series of soul shadows, all of which were green-faced, fangs and fangs, and rushed towards them with their teeth and claws.

But before they could get closer, they were already shattered by the aura of Mo Yunhai's body. "The Soul Burial Mountain, when I stepped into this place with the cultivation of the God Emperor, I was severely injured and died by you, but today, you can't stop me."

With a low growl, he stepped heavily under his feet, and a layer of twisted void ripples suddenly spread out from under his feet. He clasped his arms and fists, and the rich golden light burst out from his fists, like a golden sun, with billions of golden light directly piercing every inch of space here.

"Since I know your existence, how could I not be prepared? This magical power was created by me who took three stars to light. I will bless all my cultivation and temper it into the light of soul-destroying. I will repay your revenge for killing you back then!"

While speaking, his clenched fists were already mixed with endless power and blasted out.

The golden light column, originating from his fist, instantly crossed the space and slammed heavily on the Burial Soul Mountain, overflowing a layer of gold and spreading outwards quickly, as if it wanted to include the entire mountain.

Burial Soul Mountain suddenly trembled violently. A trace of black aura rose from each rock, which quickly condensed into black mist, and made a "puff" and "puff" corrosive sound. Two completely opposite forces continued to erode each other and finally neutralized and dissipated.

In the black fog, there were sharp howlings, which were the painful hiss of the soul, like slender steel needles, piercing into the depths of the soul.

Obviously, the blow carefully prepared by Mo Yunhai caused extremely serious damage to the Soul Burial Mountain! Its solid mountain gradually became illusory, and for the first time it truly revealed its true face hidden under the appearance.

This is not a mountain, it is clearly a slowly rotating black vortex. You can vaguely see countless monks sitting cross-legged in it, turning with the rotation of the vortex. From time to time, a trace of pure soul power will overflow from the top of their heads and merge into the vortex.

Their eyes were dull and their faces were dull. Although they were still alive, they had become an empty shell. They were used by the Soul Burial Mountain or rather, the Soul Burial Vortex as the source of the continuous extraction of soul power.

Among these countless figures, a man in black robe rose and fell. If you look at it intently, you will find that this monk is Mo Yu!

Unlike those who looked tranquil around him, he frowned slightly, and a trace of struggle faintly appeared in the depths of his empty eyes.

This is his last faint will.

If there is no accident, Mo Yu's will will not last long, and it will collapse and dissipate. At that time, his soul will be lost forever and will be suppressed in the vortex of the soul burial forever, and there will be no possibility of getting out of it.

But the battle between Mo Yunhai and the worm of the burial soul allowed his will to be barely maintained.

...

On the top of the mountain, Mo Yu sat in a daze. He didn't know how long it had passed, maybe a moment, maybe a thousand years had passed.

Suddenly, a faint voice rang in his ears, "Wake up."

His body trembled slightly, his eyes swept across the surroundings in a daze, without any focal length.

Nothing was noticed, just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, the sound rang again, becoming louder than before, "Wake up!"

Who is talking?

Why did he say he was awake?

Am I awake now?

Continuous questions arose in Mo Yu's heart, but he did not realize that his thinking had become much faster.

"wake up!"

"wake up!"

"wake up!"

...

Without giving him more time to think, the sound became faster and louder and louder, and in the end it turned into a shocking rolling sound wave, an invisible impact of force, and even twisted the entire space.

Mo Yu stood up blankly and looked at the sky above his head. The twists there were becoming more and more powerful, turning into a violently surging darkness.

Suddenly, a bright color appeared and then quickly extended, forming a crack that cut through the darkness.

Mo Yuru was struck by lightning, and his eyes seemed to be unable to bear the falling light. He hurriedly closed his eyes and tears rolled out.

...

In the vortex of the soul burial, Mo Yu's eyes left tears without warning, but the tears were strangely dark. When they were flowing out, they were struggling as if they were about to get back, but in the end they collapsed and dissipated.

His eyes trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened it little by little, revealing a deep look of confusion.

Mo Yu felt very drowsy, as if he had been sleeping for too long and had a long, extremely strange dream.

In the dream, he was climbing the mountain, along the narrow stone steps, over and over again, and constantly failing at the foot of the mountain, and keeps moving again, like a cycle without ending.

Looking back at everything that happened in the dream, Mo Yu's face gradually became gloomy, but a layer of fine sweat beads emerged on his forehead. He looked at the countless wooden monks who were undulating around him, and there was a deep fear in his eyes. He had vaguely guessed the truth of the matter. If it weren't forcibly awakened by someone at the last moment, he would be like them soon and would never have a day to turn around.

But who had just woken him up from the burial soul? Just when Mo Yu had this thought, a voice rang out directly in his mind.

"The last thought that can awaken me will definitely be the arrival of the younger generation of the clan, which means that the destined opportunity in the long river of destiny has arrived! I will help you with your help at the critical moment and help you get a glimmer of opportunity to pursue eternity."

"The light of Xuan Emperor will reappear on you and shine on the heavens again, allowing the blood of the blood enemy to dye every inch of the land under your feet red."

"This is your luck and your misfortune, but it will eventually become your unchangeable destiny."

The low voice, with the rich vicissitudes of time, turned into an invisible imprint, deeply integrated into Mo Yu's soul and can never be erased.

It brought a touch of feeling that made him feel close and sad.

Mo Yu didn't know what was going on, but he could clearly feel that his heart was beating violently uncontrollably, and his silent blood suddenly boiled, and the divine patterns on his eyebrows slowly emerged, showing a vast star field!

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[Yesterday's update, a little later, sorry, good night everyone.]
Chapter completed!