Up and down the mountain.

The father and son looked from afar, one looked indifferent and the other said tone.

The mountains are silent.

Whether it was the many royal relatives and nobles of the Dayong Dynasty or the lords of the princes who dominated one area, they were all in their hearts at this time.

For a moment, I couldn't guess what the father and son wanted to do.

But no one knows that today's visitors are not good.

"Your Majesty, you..."

Some people remain silent, and some old ministers couldn't help but bow to the ground:

“You are still alive…”

"Living, alive."

Mo Tianqing nodded slightly, but his eyes were not far away from Mo Yin. His expression was cold and complicated.

Finally turned into a sigh:

"I really underestimate you."

Looking at my father who had never met before, Mo Yin was extremely calm:

"Are you disappointed?"

"There are some, but there are only some."

Mo Tianqing seemed relieved:

"After all, it's my child. I feel quite happy to be my father in his heart for such achievements."

"Your son?"

Mo Yin's eyes pressed across the void like a substance, and the strong aura made everyone look:

"This joke is not funny!"

Buzz!

In the eyes of the people who were distorted, a light curtain intertwined with colors burst out from the mountain of Fighting Dharma, and numerous images evolved.

"Is this... a fluctuation of time?"

Jing Xiaolou's eyes condensed and he noticed something strange.

These flowing lights did not come from the Doufa Divine Mountain, but the Emperor Yong used his great magical power to activate the Doufa Divine Mountain.

Using this breath as a medium, a mark from the past was seized.

"It's actually reached this point..."

Chu Fan was also shocked, and a shadow of the divine sword flashed behind him unconsciously.

Thousands of years ago, they first came to this world. Although this Emperor Yong was powerful, it was far from reaching the level of touching time.

"It's the Fighting Mountain!"

Feng Mingtao spoke in a deep voice.

He practiced great divine images, and used the earth as the carrier and the stars and celestial phenomena as the resources, and used all kinds of inspirations to refine 84,000 great divine images in his body.

And the first inspiration he drew came from the Battle of the Divine Mountain.

At this time, the people present may have a better cultivation level than him, but few of them can compare to the sensing of the Battle of the Divine Mountain.

"That's it?"

The princes and nobles looked at the light curtain one after another.

As the water waves flowed, I saw the extremely familiar scene. Except for the different time, the scene was no different from this time.

It is still the Fighting God Mountain, and it is still the Fighting God Platform.

But the difference is that among the light and shadow, Mo Tianqing, who is taller on the divine platform, is a white-haired Mo Tianqing.

He looked pale, pressed a finger on his eyebrows, his breath was low, and he was almost shaking.

And in front of him, a faceless figure was coughing up blood.

"I can't imagine, I can't imagine..."

The faceless figure's voice was hoarse, and as he spoke, a strong blood mist spurted out from all over his body.

The whole person seemed to have leaked water bags, and his essence leaked out.

"High Priest?!"

"The faceless shadow, one of the three treasures of Dayong Town, is a person wearing this garment, and can see what happened in the future or the past at a certain price!"

"More than a thousand years ago, the high priest was suddenly seriously injured and sat in the death gate. It turned out that he was spying on the years and was backfired!"

...

Seeing the faceless shadow, there was an uproar on the Fighting God Mountain.

There were also several old men who looked like priests, glaring at Mo Tianqing and questioning:

"What did you force the high priest to do? With his six kalpas and his faceless shadow, he will be killed by the backlash of time?!"

"Why ask me?"

Mo Tianqing flicked his finger and said carelessly: "Look, everything will be clear."

The old priest glared at him and was about to take action, but he still endured it. There was nothing else, and the old ministers were also staring at him coldly.

"High Priest, what do you see?"

In the light and shadow, the blood oozing from Mo Tianqing's eyebrows asked in a low voice.

He used his lifelong practice to mobilize the Battle Mountain to bless the high priest, and was also backfired, so that his life span was almost 80%.

"Death Calamity, death Calamity..."

The faceless shadow fell off, and the person who was already fuzzy and could not see the slightest appearance of the original appearance came out.

His voice was old and painful, even trembling:

"This is the disaster of Da Yong, which is inevitable, irresistible, and even without any escape."

“Inevitably?”

Mo Tianqing seemed extremely disappointed, and his whole body became older and older.

The high priest remained silent, his breath seemed to be extinguished at any time as if it could be extinguished.

"There is another way!"

I don’t know how long it took, but Mo Tianqing suddenly raised his head, and terrifying blood essence surged out of the blood hole in his eyebrows, and it was rolling in a state of turmoil.

Flowing back into the mountain of fighting under oneself.

"No!"

The high priest seemed to see something and went forward to stop him.

But he was seriously injured, how could he stop Mo Tianqing?

Mo Tianqing suddenly swept him out of the Fighting Divine Mountain, and a scarlet heart that could not be beaten by the trembling buzzing sounds of the Fighting Divine Platform!

The heart was as red as fire. Looking from afar, I felt that the fire was burning again and it was beating with it, and the crowds were far away from it thousands of years later.

I felt my blood flowing backwards, as if I was about to be shaken away.

"What is that?"

The crowd was shocked.

But what is even more terrifying is that this place has gathered the most outstanding people in the Da Yong Dynasty, but no one knows the origin of the heart.

Why is it hidden in the Mount of Fighting Fa?

"Heart of fighting!"

After a long time, Mo Tianqing slowly looked up and said the name and origin of this heart:

"It seems like 800,000 years ago, my Taizu of Da Yong was still a child grazing on the side. One day, he saw the light coming from the sky, chasing it, and found this heart..."

A calm voice echoed in the void, Mo Tianqing's white hair moved without wind, and the extremely powerful aura had risen.

"Do you think it was Doufa Mountain that nurtured this heart? On the contrary, the original Doufa Mountain was just a piece of gravel stained with a wisp of blood in the heart!"

"Taizu received this adventure, and later accepted the order of God and created this dynasty that dominated the endless continent, but how could he be willing?

How can we be willing to live forever and be a dog that grazes others?"

"Refining this heart is the reason why my emperors in Da Yong's lifetime were short. This heart was originally colorless and was dyed red by the blood and longevity of my ancestors of all generations!"

Huh ~

The surging wind blew away the iron-blooded evil aura that was endless in the void.
To be continued...