Suddenly, Mr. Qilin frowned and looked into the distance.
He has extraordinary strength, and he feels that several auras are approaching quickly.
"It's them?"
Feeling those breaths, Mr. Qilin suddenly stopped his hand, and the bone knife flew back, with a swish sound, and sank into his body.
"You are not worthy of killing me now. When you return to your peak condition and the sword body is intact, it will be the most suitable time to use it as a sacrificial sword!"
He turned and left, saying as he walked away: "Live well and don't die in the hands of those people. Although I won't kill you, from the moment you draw your sword in front of me, your life is no longer yours."
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Seeing him walking away, Mo Que's keen sense also felt those powerful auras approaching quickly.
He frowned and then chose to leave.
Due to his memory deficiency, he can't tell who is the enemy and who is the friend. Before that, it is better not to meet those people.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
A moment later, when those who came after hearing the news rushed here, Mo Que and Master Qilin were nowhere to be seen.
"Damn it!"
Li Lingchuan slashed horizontally with his sword and flattened a tall mountain in the distance to vent his inner dissatisfaction.
He came in a hurry to confirm whether that person was Mo Que, but in the end he was still a step too late!
Gu Youlan did not stay here for long. Instead, she walked along the place where Mo Que and Master Qilin fought and carefully examined the traces left by the two men in the battle.
The war ended without any results. When the news spread, the people in the Holy Land were in an uproar again.
"Being able to fight Master Qilin without dying is enough to prove this person's strength!"
"Who is this person? With such strength, he has been unknown before!"
People kept speculating on Mo Que's identity, but except for those few geniuses who had fought against Mo Que who had some vague guesses, others had almost no clue.
Although Mo Que had fought against the kings alone before and many people had seen them, those kings were only average in strength and could not enter the Ancient Martial Holy Land. Therefore, although many people witnessed this battle, no one recognized Mo Que.
lack.
"It seems that my martial body is not invincible!"
After leaving the original battlefield, Mo Que began to reflect on the gains and losses of this battle.
This fight with Mr. Qilin made him realize that although his martial body was powerful, just because he had never met a truly strong person before did not mean he was invincible.
This time, Master Qilin made him realize that none of the people who were attacking the Imperial Realm were weak.
Coupled with his incomplete memory, although his martial arts body was strong, he was unable to display his true martial arts power.
"The Heavenly Book of Martial Arts, only by finding this book and remembering all the past can my strength reach its peak!"
With this in mind, Mo Que began to search for the Book of Heaven in the Holy Land.
In this space, there are many dangerous places with harsh environments, and even king-level characters are likely to be buried in them.
The kings in the Holy Land found it difficult to move forward here, but Mo Que, relying on his powerful martial arts, was able to move smoothly without any hindrance.
However, he has no clues from the Book of Heaven, so he can only wander around like a headless fly. If he continues like this, it will be difficult to gain anything.
Until he stopped, Mo Que looked up at the dazzling sun on the horizon and suddenly realized a question: "This place is a different space, not the real world. How can the sun exist?"
With such doubts, he walked towards the direction of the sun.
After walking a certain distance like this, he found that there were fewer and fewer people there, and the closer he got, the thinner the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became.
"Um?"
After walking some distance, Mo Que finally met Shengren again.
It was a man with an ordinary appearance, dressed in ordinary cloth. As he walked forward, his figure was as straight as a sword.
Because the spiritual energy here is thin, it is difficult for ordinary people to replenish the vitality consumed here. Therefore, the further forward, the scarcer the vitality in the body becomes.
At this time, the man's energy was obviously exhausted. His lips were chapped and he was struggling to walk, but his eyes did not waver at all and were terrifyingly calm.
Seeing someone following him, the man just looked back at Mo Que, and then continued to walk forward as if he hadn't seen him.
Mo Que also remained silent. In such a place with thin spiritual energy, the power of a martial artist was revealed.
He didn't need to replenish his spiritual energy from heaven and earth, his martial body was the foundation, so he didn't feel any discomfort.
"thump!"
Suddenly, the man fell down, apparently reaching his limit.
This place has thousands of miles of yellow sand and is extremely hot. This person's vitality has been exhausted. He is no different from a mortal here and cannot bear such a cruel environment.
Mo Que hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to help him up.
Because this man's perseverance moved him. He was able to reach this point entirely due to a terrifying will, rather than relying on his cultivation and realm.
"No need!"
After the man stood up, he pushed Mo Que away. Although he was struggling, he still relied on his own strength to move forward step by step.
His eyes were calm and indifferent, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him, and he only wanted to see where he was going.
Mo Que didn't force himself. Although this person was a little unkind, his ability to rely solely on his own character without relying on external help actually showed the perseverance of a martial artist.
He was not disgusted with this person, so he did not leave him alone and moved forward, but slowed down and walked side by side with this person.
"thump!"
On the road thereafter, the man kept falling down, but Mo Que did not help him after that.
But no matter how many times he fell, this man could always get up. His perseverance made it seem like nothing could knock him down.
Mo Que just walked and stopped with him. They didn't know how far they had gone before they saw a palace appearing in the endless yellow sand.
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
This man who had never spoken spoke for the first time and said: "If nothing unexpected happens, the core of the Ancient Martial Holy Land should be ahead. All kinds of opportunities are here. You can leave before me."
Obviously he also knew that Mo Que deliberately slowed down because he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on and fall down halfway.
Mo Que said nothing and continued to move forward at the same speed as him.
The man shook his head and said nothing more, and the two of them continued to move forward in silence.
Finally, the two came to the huge palace and saw a golden word "武" written on the main entrance of the palace.
Mo Que walked to the closed door, stretched out his hand and tried to push it open.
There was a rumble, and the earth trembled. The door seemed to resonate with his martial body. He didn't use much effort, and the door suddenly opened.
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, a dazzling pillar of light shone out from the palace, paving a road that led to an unknown number of miles.
"Now, those people can reach here easily without having to walk so hard." The man next to him spoke, his tone unclear whether he was happy or angry.
Mo Que frowned. He did not expect that opening this door would lead to such a path.
In this way, I'm afraid those people in the Holy Land will be attracted to follow this road, and they won't have to walk as hard as this man and can easily get here.