This phenomenon immediately made many people present feel numb.
This secret has existed for thousands of years and has never been opened. Now it is opened for the first time.
In other words, the people inside could not have entered in recent years.
That is……
He's always in there!
I have been here since the beginning of the establishment of the secret vault.
Thousands of years!
Mist grass!
How many thousands of years have you lived?
Is that human being?
As we all know, warriors will indeed gain longer lifespan and stronger bodies.
Generally speaking, unless a master warrior suffers serious internal injuries or poison, there is no big problem in living to be a hundred years old.
The average lifespan of an innate warrior is around 120 or 30 years old, and it is normal for a peak innate warrior to live to be 150 years old.
Land gods are said to live up to two hundred years old.
It can live for thousands of years... This is far beyond everyone's imagination.
Even the gods on land can’t do it.
Isn't this a real god?
These thoughts flashed through everyone's minds quickly.
Everyone's first reaction was shock, followed closely by fear.
An existence that has lived for thousands of years is enough to scare anyone!
And just when everyone was shocked, the figure casually struck out with a palm.
"Bang!"
The strong man with peak innate cultivation was directly blasted into a ball of blood mist.
The figure held the big sword and stood in the air.
Wearing a loose robe as white as snow, the style is very peculiar. It doesn't look like the clothes of the Central Plains, but more like the style of the Western Regions.
Robe Windless Automatic.
The man was of great stature, tall and burly.
Her silver hair danced wildly, showing her arrogant nature.
Judging from his face, this person seems to be a middle-aged man in his forties, but everyone knows that his actual age cannot be that young.
His appearance is rugged yet somewhat elegant. It's not surprising that such completely different styles appear on the same face.
He has a goatee, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his eyes are very lively.
There is a sparkle in the eyes that keeps flashing.
"You are so brave, how dare you trespass into my forbidden area!"
The silver-haired man spoke slowly, and his powerful voice was like thunder, resounding in everyone's ears.
"You, who are you!?"
A bald man asked with a stern expression.
"I?"
"I have many names, and the most well-known among them should be... Mo Gong!"
The silver-haired man had a look of nostalgia on his face.
It seems like I'm stuck in memories.
After hearing this, everyone else's expressions changed drastically.
The sound of gasping for air kept coming.
Mo Gong!
That's Mo Yezi's real name.
This person is actually... the master of weapon refining in ancient times, Mo Yezi!?
He actually survives to this day!
Live for thousands of years?
"Absurd! Mo Yezi existed thousands of years ago. You say you are Mo Yezi? Could it be that you are immortal?" A strong man sneered, obviously not believing it.
"Haha..." The man who called himself Mo Yezi smiled lightly and reached out his hand casually.
The strong man suddenly trembled and his face turned red quickly.
Veins popped out on his forehead.
A painful sound was made.
It was as if a hand was holding his neck.
And the strong man actually slowly left the ground!
"Uh! Uh..."
"Put...let..."
"Well!"
The strong man kicked his legs randomly a few times, then his head tilted and he lost his breath.
died.
A strong man at the peak of his innate realm died in an unknown way.
"Plop!"
The body fell to the ground, his eyes still wide open.
Never die with peace of mind.
Mo Yezi's sudden attack shocked everyone else.
"Senior Mo Yezi, I don't know why you want to kill people!" Qin Ming stared at Mo Yezi in the sky and spoke in a deep voice.
Mo Yezi said indifferently: "Anyone who disrespects me should be punished! If anyone is dissatisfied, feel free to stand up."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone fell silent.
Regardless of whether he is really Mo Yezi, or whether he has truly lived for thousands of years, the mere fact that he can float in the air is enough to intimidate the heroes.
After all, standing in the sky is a method only available to land gods!
"Who is this generation of weapon slave?"
Mo Yezi suddenly asked this question.
Weapon slave?
Everyone was doubtful.
What's this?
At this moment, a figure flashed out and came not far from Mo Yezi. He knelt on his knees and shouted with a trembling voice: "The thirty-seventh generation of weapon slave Jin Bufan, please bow to the master!"
Jin Bufan knelt on the ground.
He turned out to be Mo Yezi's slave.
Mo Yezi nodded slowly, "Are you the thirty-seventh generation? It seems that I have been sleeping for a long time."
"You are very good. You have not forgotten your mission as a weapon slave. Today, thousands of years later, you opened the secret treasure and sent so many blood slaves in."
"I'm very satisfied. This elixir is a reward for you."
After finishing his words, Mo Yezi waved his left hand lightly.
A pill flew in front of Jin Bufan.
"Thank you, Master!"
Jin Bufan's face was filled with excitement and he kowtowed to express his gratitude.
And others also realized what happened.
It turned out that Jin Bufan deliberately spread the news about the ancient martial arts secrets, and he should have opened the entrance to the secrets just now.
Jin Bufan turned out to be Mo Yezi’s man!
That's what's called a slave.
It has been passed down for more than thirty generations and is still loyal to Mo Yezi.
Not to mention anything else, this point alone is enough to shock people at Mo Yezi's methods.
So... what are blood slaves?
The word "blood" makes people shudder.
The word "slave" makes people feel very uncomfortable.
No one wants to be called a slave!
"senior,"
Qin Ming frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "I wonder what the blood slave you are talking about is?"
"Jie Jie Jie!"
Mo Yezi let out the villain's signature laugh and spoke slowly: "Blood slaves, you are sacrificing your flesh and blood to help me truly seek the path to immortality!"
"This is a great cause!"
"Each of you should feel honored to be a part of this!"
"Jie Jie Jie!"
Mo Yezi's words immediately sent everyone feeling a chill to their bones.
Give blood and flesh!
Just these four words give people an extremely evil aura.
"Fuck you! Let labor and management sacrifice their flesh and blood. You think nothing of it!"
"You are definitely not Mo Yezi. Mo Yezi cannot be an evil being like you."
"Everyone! This devil wants to kill us. If he doesn't want to die, let's all come together. With so many of us, we may not be his opponents!"
"That's right, come together and kill him!"
"..."
Everyone spoke one after another.
They are all in the martial arts world, how could they just sit back and wait for death.
Even if the opponent is a land god, he is even stronger.
Faced with this situation, Mo Yezi smiled.
"Haha, this is my territory, and I have prepared a big gift for you."
"The God-Sealing Demon-Slaying Array, start!"
"start!"
"start?"
"Um?"
No movement.
"call!"
A gust of wind blew by, bringing an awkward atmosphere.
Mo Yezi's brows suddenly frowned.
After a brief moment of panic, everyone was a little confused.
The name of the Conferred God-killing Demon Array sounds scary, but the result...