After confirming Mo Que's identity, Xue Yang did not hesitate anymore, because this person was the person whom Lord Wu had told them could lead them to revive the martial arts.
He then agreed to take Mo Que to the place where those martial arts people were, because now, only Mo Que could protect those people.
"boom!"
Mo Que took Xue Yang with him and took a step through the air. The sound of his footsteps was like thunder and disappeared in an instant.
"That martial arts remnant is missing!"
Those who were hiding in the dark and responsible for watching over Mo Que were shocked.
Mo Que's physical body and strength were too powerful. He broke through the air with one step, and no one present could follow him. They could only watch him leave, unable to do anything.
"Senior...you...you have become an emperor?"
Flying in the air, Xue Yang couldn't see it, but he felt Mo Que's powerful martial body, which made him both frightened and excited.
"I'm not a senior!" Mo Que said: "Eight hundred years ago, I was only in my early twenties. In the past eight hundred years, I have been sleeping like you. You and I are both people from eight hundred years ago.
In terms of age, you are older than me."
However, Xue Yang shook his head firmly and said: "In the world of cultivation, strength is the most important thing, and age is never used to judge seniority."
His voice deepened: "In the battle back then, no one in the Imperial realm of my martial arts retreated, and everyone died in the battle. Now, I am afraid that you are the only Imperial realm left in the martial arts. You are naturally the senior of all of us!"
Mo Que didn't know what to say. He had been sleeping for eight hundred years and had forgotten too many things. Even now, he was not sure whether he was an emperor or not.
"Whoosh!"
He stepped into the void, and after a few steps, following the direction indicated by Xue Yang, he arrived at the place where the martial artist was.
"here it is……"
After landing, Mo Que took one look and his face suddenly turned gloomy.
I saw that this was a rift valley, and there was a red aura filling the valley, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.
"This place is called Blood Evil Valley. The blood energy is the death energy and evil energy accumulated over many years."
Xue Yang could hear Mo Que's emotions from his voice, and said in a deep voice: "In the battle that year, the martial arts region flowed with blood. I don't know how many bones of our martial arts people were buried in this rift valley. Until the end of the battle, this place
It has accumulated boundless evil spirit and death energy, turning it into a dead land with no vegetation!"
Mo Que remained silent and entered the valley with Xue Yang.
There was no grass growing in the valley. Under the heavy evil and death atmosphere, no living thing could survive here.
But the surviving descendants of martial arts have to live in such a place where even vegetation cannot grow!
"Although this place is rich in evil spirits and death energy, people from all regions dare not approach it because of this. However, I, a martial artist, have a strong body and are not as afraid of evil spirits and death energy as people from other areas. Therefore, this is the most suitable place for us to hide.
Place." Xue Yang explained to Mo Que.
Just because people are not as fearful as people from other areas does not mean that the evil spirit and death energy here have no impact on martial arts people.
Although martial arts practitioners all have strong physical bodies, if they grow up in such a place for many years, their physical bodies will still be eroded by evil spirits, which can cause accelerated aging at best, or completely destroy their martial bodies and die silently.
"Master, the disciple is back!"
Entering the valley, Xue Yang called out, and the people in the valley immediately walked out.
At a glance, more than half of these people were teenagers, and less than one-third were older men and women. There were also a few old people with pale hair among them.
The total number of people in the valley is less than a hundred.
"Beast, this place is related to the survival of my martial arts. It must not be exposed. How can you bring outsiders here!"
Xue Yang's master was one of the old men. When he saw that Xue Yang had brought someone back, his expression changed and he was so angry that he wanted to take action directly.
"Master, listen to my explanation!" Xue Yang made a plop, knelt down on one leg, and said: "This person is also my martial arts senior, and he is the person Wu Zun wants us to find!"
"You...what did you say?" The old man raised his hand and paused in the air. He looked at Mo Que in disbelief and said, "You...are the Mo Que that Wu Zun said back then?"
In front of these people, Mo Que did not dare to call himself senior, so he stepped forward and bent down and said: "Old man, this junior is indeed the Mo Que you are looking for!"
When the people in the valley heard this, they all showed excitement.
Mo Que saw it and felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.
Just because most of these people are teenagers, but they are almost all injured.
Moreover, because they have lived in this place full of evil and dead energy for a long time, these young people have not yet matured in martial arts, and many of them look pale and extremely weak.
You must know that martial arts people have strong bodies, and ordinary harsh environments will not weaken them to this point.
But just because they had to avoid being hunted by various realms, they had to come to live in this place full of evil spirits and death. That's why they were tortured like this by the environment here!
"Ye Mo, the sinner of the martial arts domain, pays homage to the Martial Lord!" The old man trembled and knelt down in front of Mo Que.
Seeing this, everyone else also knelt down and kowtowed to Mo Que.
"You... why are you like this?" Mo Que was shocked and quickly stepped forward to help the old man named Ye Mo up.
After the old man got up, he kept bending over and showed great respect to Mo Que, saying: "You have gained half of Wu Zun's martial blood, and Wu Zun ordered that when he found you, he would respect you as the master, so you are already a member of the martial arts community."
Lord, the lord of martial arts!"
Mo Que's heart was extremely complicated. Even his own life was only given by the Martial Lord. He felt guilty and could not afford to be called the co-master of the Martial Domain.
But this was something Wu Zun had promised before his death, and he couldn't refuse.
"When Wu Zun was alive, he asked you to lead us to revive martial arts, and now you finally show up!" Seeing his hesitation, Ye Mo said: "Can you see these people? In their hearts, you are the only hope for martial arts. You must persist in this place.
So far, I’m just waiting for your arrival!”
"If you reject the position of Martial Lord, you will no longer have hope in your hearts. There is nothing more sad than heartbreak!"
Looking at the faces full of hope in front of him, each of them so young, Mo Que couldn't say any words of rejection.
Originally, even for the sake of Yao Lao, he would definitely revive martial arts, but now he was greatly favored by Master Wu and handed over these martial arts descendants to him.
He thought for a while and finally nodded, unable to refuse.
After deciding this matter, the people in the valley welcomed Mo Que into the valley. Several old people summoned all the people in the valley to discuss with Mo Que how to revive martial arts.
Mo Que shook his head and smiled bitterly. His memory was incomplete and he had forgotten too many things. Back then, even the Martial Master couldn't maintain his martial arts. How could he do it now with only his incomplete memory?
Knowing that he had forgotten the past, several old people were very surprised. Ye Mo said: "We, like you, have been sleeping for eight hundred years after receiving the blood of Wu Zun, but no one has forgotten the past. Why are you like this?"
?”
Mo Que couldn't figure this out. Perhaps the biggest difference between him and these people was that he was really dead back then, while these people were just put into a deep sleep by Wu Zun using some means.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Mo said: "Maybe the Ancient Martial Arts Holy Land can help you remember the past."