On the Wuji stage, it was like a scorching sun rising, with golden light that was extremely dazzling.
That was the light emitted by Mo Que's martial body.
Reshape the martial body and dig out the memories hidden in the physical body. At this time, his martial body has been completely reshaped, and all the memories of the past have gathered in his mind bit by bit to form a sea.
"Whether it is nine years, ninety years, or nine thousand years, I will wait for you!"
He seemed to see a woman waiting for him beside a piece of bluestone. Spring and autumn had come and gone a thousand times, and flowers had bloomed and fallen eight hundred times. She was still there, waiting for his return.
"Zhilan..."
At this moment, Mo Que burst into tears. He had once said that he wanted Yun Zhilan to wait for him for three years, and then he would give her a result.
However, eight hundred years have passed and he still doesn't know where she is.
"Disciples of the Martial Palace, I am willing to fight and die together with the Palace Master!"
He remembered the last words of the disciples of Wudian before they left, but in a big dream for eight hundred years, martial arts was destroyed and the martial domain was also destroyed. He also didn't know whether Wudian existed.
Eight hundred years passed by in a hurry, like a big dream, and all kinds of memories emerged. Whether it was about Yun Zhilan or Wudian, he felt guilty, hating that he had slept for eight hundred years!
"boom!"
When the ear-splitting roar sounded, the power left by countless martial arts seniors on the Wuji stage all poured into Mo Que's body and was absorbed by Mo Que's martial body.
His closed Dantian suddenly opened at this moment, and all the blocked meridians were opened at this moment. The three hundred and sixty-five major acupoints on his body were now as bright as stars, glowing with immeasurable divine light.
At this moment, Mo Que's physical body was not just his own martial body, but was composed of the bones and blood of countless martial arts predecessors, from the martial body of the martial master Ye Guyun to thousands of martial arts ancestors.
He alone is the entire martial arts!
"Crack!"
At the same time, when the power of all the ancestors on the Wuji stage was absorbed by his martial body, the martial arts restrictions on the stage also collapsed and ceased to exist.
"He...transformed successfully?"
On the Wuji stage, the kings of all realms were shocked when they saw Mo Que's golden light returning to his body.
Especially the Demon King Yan Lingfeng. He knew that Mo Que was very powerful back then, but now that he felt it up close, he realized that Mo Que was even more powerful than he imagined!
"Whoa!"
Taking one step forward, Mo Que stepped off the Wuji Platform. When he landed, the ground cracked, and the already broken Wuji Platform collapsed at this moment.
His move seemed to fall on the hearts of all the kings, causing all the kings present to fall into dead silence, with no one speaking a word.
Where Mo Que landed, a young woman lay quietly. Her face was full of tranquility, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, and she could hardly detect her breath.
Bending down to pick her up, Mo Que forced the blood from his fingertips and dripped it into the girl's mouth, hoping to use the powerful vitality in his martial blood to save her life.
All the kings present dared to watch at this moment, no one disturbed them.
"Is she your daughter?" Mo Que finally spoke at this time, looking at Yu Mo who was already covered in bruises.
His sense of consciousness was so keen that he not only immediately sensed Yutong, who was only breathing out, but also discovered those old friends present here.
"Yes!" Yu Mo didn't realize his seriously injured daughter until now, and his voice was trembling.
When he and Mo Que met, he had not yet transformed into a human form, but eight hundred years later, not only did he have a human body, but his daughter had also grown up.
"Dumb..."
With Mo Xian's hope of life, Yu Tong finally opened his eyes.
When she saw Mo Que's face, she showed a pale smile and said, "I said I would protect you...I...did it, right?"
Mo Que felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, with tears in his eyes, he smiled and said: "You did it, thank you for protecting me!"
At this time, he finally understood that she was hurt like this all because of the promise she made before.
"Ah-Dai, it turns out that I... am not... as strong as I thought!" Yu Tong was as angry as silk, but with a pale smile on his face, he said intermittently: "But I... still protected you, I... didn't...
…Broken promise.”
These words made Mo Que's heart hurt even more.
If he hadn't secretly helped along the way, this girl wouldn't have thought that she had the strength to fight against the true kings. If she hadn't thought so, she might not have stood up and fought against those powerful true kings!
He was heartbroken and filled with self-blame!
"You protected me. Now it's my turn to protect you. You have a good rest first." Mo Que felt that the vitality in his blood was enough to protect her from death, so he comforted her and closed her eyes.
Although he saved his life, Yutong was too seriously injured and could not stay awake, so he slowly closed his eyes.
When she closed her eyes, Mo Que's gentle gaze suddenly became sharp, like two big swords sweeping across the kings present, and said coldly: "Who hurt her?"
The two gazes made all the kings change their expressions, as if just looking at him could make their hearts shake and almost break!
Everyone avoided Mo Que's gaze, especially the sword king who injured Yutong. His face was full of horror and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Is it you?" Mo Que's consciousness was sharp and he felt the uneasiness more than anyone else's. His sharp eyes immediately locked onto this person.
"I...I..." That was a True King of Sword Realm. He looked middle-aged and had lived for at least five or six hundred years.
His voice was trembling, and his words were difficult to speak. In panic, he suddenly moved, flew behind a figure in the air, and said in horror: "Sir, save me!"
The person standing in front of this sword king is none other than Master Qilin, who has the first sword under the emperor and is also a genius in the sword field.
Master Qilin did not speak, but just sat in the air, looking at Mo Que indifferently, as if he wanted to see how much strength Mo Que had recovered after his transformation.
"Today, no one can save you. Even if a true immortal comes to this world or a god comes to earth, they can't save your life!" Mo Que said, holding Yutong in one hand and pulling out a strand of his own hair with the other.
For a sword, one sword cuts through the air!
"boom!"
This strand of hair seemed to turn into the most terrifying sword in the world at this moment, causing the swords of all sword wielders here to tremble, as if in fear, as if they wanted to kneel down and worship.
"This sword intention..."
Deep in the void, Li Lingchuan's expression suddenly changed while he was fighting Gu Youlan.
His swordsmanship was extraordinary, and he felt the sword's intention more clearly than anyone else. At this moment, he felt an extremely familiar and extremely powerful sword below!
That was such a domineering sword. Once the sword was struck, thousands of swords surrendered, and I was the only one who was supreme. Even his Li Family Sword Technique seemed to be affected at this time.
"It's him!" Li Lingchuan could no longer concentrate, stopped fighting, and suddenly flew downwards.
Seeing this, Gu Youlan followed closely behind.
"boom!"
A sword cut through the air. Mo Que's sword seemed to have passed through time and space, and it came directly in front of the frightened Sword King. With a pop, it passed through the hole between his eyebrows.
"Sir, save..."
The sword king's face was full of fear, his heart was broken, and he wanted to ask for help from Mr. Qilin in front of him.
However, after he only said three words, his voice suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he slowly fell from the sky to the ground.
"You killed a True King of the Sword Realm with just a hair, and in front of Mr. Qilin!"
This place became completely silent, and even the sound of the gentle breeze blowing the flowers and plants became clearly audible.