Devouring The Heavens

Xuanyuan shrugged, completely indifferent attitude:

"It's nothing. As long as I tell the truth, I don't believe they will kill me. Whoever tells them to ignore me, I have no choice but to do this."

"Then I can only bless you in my heart." The greedy old man thought about it for a while, and it felt like, after all, Xuanyuan was a human race's atmospheric transporter, and made a great contribution to the'Nan Yan Xianzhou', to kill Xuanyuan, This is unreasonable, especially if the Mo family is still the inheritance of the ancient sages. If they dare to be detrimental to Xuanyuan, it is to beat their ancestors. No one will do this, and no one will dare. Absolute respect!

"Child, what is your name?" Although Xuanyuan was a child from the Mo family, in the eyes of the old man, Xuanyuan was only a child after all. His voice was gentle and his expression was a little apologetic. Apparently Xuanyuan suffered a lot along the way Tormented, as an elder, he should give some comfort to his juniors.

"Me? It's called Xuanyuan!" Xuanyuan raised his head and raised his chest, screaming.

"Xuanyuan? Moxuanyuan?" The dragon at the foot of the old man turned into a huge dragon boat and left.

"No, it's just called Xuanyuan." Xuanyuan said seriously.

"You, my son and son of the Mo family, why don't you surname Mo?" The old man's eyes glared and asked aloud, this is not to blame him, because the son of the Mo family is not surnamed Mo. , It is simply a descendant.

"Well, you are in this'Ice Flame Mountain', the person who can be the master, come and talk to me, then all the truth will be explained, and you will understand." Xuanyuan looked mysterious. .

"...You?" It's about the safety of the Mo family. The old man didn't dare to carry it. After a while, an old man with black hair and black hair stepped out. The breath on him was more Old.

"I can still be the master in the Mo family, what do you want, just say it?"

In front of him, the black-haired thick old man, with a hint of unpredictable smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, looked at Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan got goose bumps for no reason and smiled:

"Actually, I am not a descendant of the Mo family."

As soon as the words came out, Mo Teng, the old man riding a dragon's face changed, and he re-screamed

"You are not my children's sons and daughters of the Mo family, why do you think of the supreme ancient technique of the Mo family, this technique only inherits the blood lineage of my Mo family's heirs..."

Xuanyuan immediately interrupted Mo Teng's words.

"At the time of the ancient times, the sages of the Mo family left their traditions, wills, and spirits without distinction in the'Central Shenzhou''Nan Yan Xianzhou'. What does it mean to only inherit your descendants of the Mo family? How much do you appreciate the love of the world and the heart of the unselfish world?"

Mo Teng couldn't tell a word from Xuanyuan, and his eyes stared straight at Xuanyuan.