Looking at the powerful people from all the families flying up, Mo Ran's eyes sprayed out with a strange light.

The old man who kept the corpse was undoubtedly the guideline of the war. The Jingu Yuansha turned out to be in this tombstone. If one of the strong men got the Jingu Yuansha, does it mean that the person is likely to carve his name on the contract stone, and then have the opportunity to see the way of heaven and ascend in the sun.

The doubtful eyes turned to the old man. Mo Ran saw the old man looking at him with interest. His eyes that seemed turbid but had a hidden brilliance seemed to tell him: You guessed it right.

"Aren't you going?" Seeing Mo Ran looking at him, the old man asked with a slight joking look.

Mo Ran frowned and replied, "Why should I go?"

"Haha." The old man turned around and grabbed a handful of fire under Mo Ran's horrified gaze. A few flames on the mountain of corpses slowly floated to the old man's palm. The old man glanced at it and blew it gently, and the flames disappeared again.

"You are even more nervous than them in the Jingu Yuansha." The old man revealed Mo Ran's background in one sentence.

After hearing this, Mo Ran already understood the old man’s intentions and stopped pretending.

A cold smile, Mo Ran said, "Senior is really a wise man. How did you know?"

The old man was stunned by Mo Ran's outspoken attitude, and he also praised Mo Ran more and more: "There is no change in the face of danger, and it is a material that can be made."

"Senior praise."

The old man said, "It's not the time to tell you yet, so you should think about how to solve the problem here first."

As he said that, the old man blinked at Mo Ran and said mysteriously: "Old man, I admire you very much. I would like to remind you, don't take what happened today too simply. Maybe someone else wants to get the Golden Valley Yuansha here."

Mo Ran did not show a shocked expression when he heard this, but still smiled calmly: "I know."

"Do you know?" The old man couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he heard this.

Mo Ran nodded, looked around for a week, and then fell into several plain voids, then smiled and said, "I'm afraid the thing I worry about is about to happen."

"Oh? Hehe, it's interesting." The old man chuckled and yawned, "Since that's the case, I don't need to stay here anymore. You can find a way to find Jingu Yuansha. Old man, I want to go back and rest for a while."

"Uh." In the void not far away, the disciples and elders of the aristocratic families began to look for the tombstone they were interested in. As the internal energy in these people continued to rise, the aura of killing also quietly arose. However, all this was ignored in the eyes of the old man and disdainful, as if all this had never happened. The old man's attitude made Mo Ran even more suspicious of his identity.

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but halfway through, he saw the burning mountain of corpses of the hero and returned to Mo Ran's side without his body.

"By the way, I forgot one thing to tell you."

"Senior, please tell me."

The old man pointed to the mountain of corpses and leaned closer and said, "You can take as much as you can in this soul. Just take as you do the old man a favor. Try to absorb as much as you want, hehe."

"Boom~"

Hearing the old man's reminder, there seemed to be a shocking thunder in Mo Ran's mind, looking at the old man in horror. Mo Ran could not imagine that he would know that he had been quietly absorbing the power of the soul.

"Don't be so surprised." The old man saw Mo Ran's dull expression and smiled faintly: "You have not reached that level yet. When you reach it, you will naturally be the same as me. Haha, oh by the way, let go of the spirit body in your spiritual sea. After being sleepy for so long, he should be hungry."

After saying that, the old man blinked at Mo Ran and walked into the darkness with a smile.

Mo Ran kept watching the old man leave by his side, and the shock in his heart stacked up layer by layer like waves. It seemed that the old man's identity was very not simple. He could even see clearly the raising of elixirs in his spiritual sea. Who is he?

After thinking for a while, Mo Ran really couldn't figure out a clue and carefully recalled what the old man said to him before. Mo Ran decided to give it a try now.

The soul power surged, and the spiritual sea opened wide. After Mo Ran was immersed in, he saw that the eight generals of the Spirit Palace were still standing in the depths of the spiritual sea like eight golden steel gods, trapping the black elixir tightly in the center.

Tossing and turning, Mo Ran made a cruel decision and shouted: "Eight generals obey the orders and let it come out."

The eight generals who had already guarded their souls suddenly became smaller when they heard Mo Ran's order, and then separated. At the same time, the Eight Desolate Dragon Power Technique removed, and a black shadow flew out from it.

The black shadow seemed to be filled with a thick black air. After condensed, it slowly turned into a child with dark skin. Compared to the child transformed by the white elixir, the black boy was obviously much more irritable. Seeing Mo Ran's spiritual consciousness watching from a distance, the black boy grinned and bit him.

"Bold." In the spiritual sea, Mo Ran snorted coldly, and an invisible pressure immediately knocked the black boy flying away.

Shocked at Mo Ran's strength, the black boy was stunned for a while, then stopped attacking and searched around. When his eyes fell on another corner of the Spirit Sea, the black boy smiled sinisterly and licked his lips and swept over.

In that direction, it is the place where the white elixir devours the soul.

Mo Ran's spiritual consciousness followed closely and found that the black and white elixir had already started snatching it. Seeing this, Mo Ran felt a little relieved.

"It seems that the senior corpse-man did not lie to me. It was indeed hungry."

Seeing this, Mo Ran didn't care. He turned around and told the eight generals of the Linggong Palace not to disturb the two elixirs, and then returned to reality.

At this moment, the powerful men of the Xu and Duan families had found their favorite tombstones. The scene was like a living person choosing the dead Zuka for themselves, which was really ridiculous.

He reached out to put his hand on the tombstone, and a sharp energy came from the tombstone, instantly cutting the fingers of each strong man. Drops of blood dripped on their respective tombstones, making the tombstone shine with dazzling brilliance.

Under the mountain of corpse, Mo Ran stood in awe and looked at the changes of the tombstone with a burning look. He saw that a line of small characters appeared on each tombstone, with red characters, and the names of each strong man were written strangely on the tombstone.

After writing the name of the person in small words, he immediately replied to his original appearance.

At the same time, what everyone had been looking forward to for a long time finally happened.

"Si~"

A red light flew out from the tombstone of a powerful man in the center. The red light was a round golden bead, a little smaller than a table tennis ball, and its whole body emitted a dazzling light. Flashes of golden spirit aura spread out from the golden beads, immediately attracting the attention of the strong men.

"Golden Valley Source Sand?"

In shock, the golden pearl slowly descended from the world and slowly fell into the hands of the owner of the tombstone.

This person is a member of the Xu family.

The sudden change occurred, and everyone was shocked. Xu Zhenheng found that his tribe members had found Jingu Yuansha first. He was excited and shouted: "Come it."

It was precisely because of this roar that everyone woke up from that shocked mentality.

"Can't give it to him, stop him." Duan Yuankuo responded very quickly. Seeing Xu Zhenheng fleeing from afar, he hurriedly pulled out the golden spear and chased him quickly.

At present, the person holding Jingu Yuansha is just a mid-level martial god. Once the snatch battle begins, he is the most vulnerable person to attack. This kind of person is also easy to deal with in Duan Yuankuo's eyes. But if Xu Zhenheng gets the initiative and grab Jingu Yuansha, it will be troublesome.

Looking at the strong men who came here in the entire space, except for the mysterious Mo Ran, Duan Yuankuo was most afraid of the old opponent in front of him, Xu Zhenheng.

"He must not get it." Duan Yuankuo thought for sure, and his internal energy evaporated again, and his speed suddenly doubled.

As powerful as a high-level martial god, its speed is already terrifying and has surpassed the speed of sound. Under this situation, its speed soars, and its speed is incomparable.

Unable to stop it, Duan Yuankuo took action and threw out the golden spear. Xu Zhenheng was about to catch the Xu family members who were stunned in front of the tombstone. However, he felt a sound of wind breaking through the air and shot from afar. Xu Zhenheng turned around in anger and said a sword.

"Clang~"

A crisp sound of golden spears fighting sounded in the field, and the golden spear was immediately knocked away by Xu Zhenheng. He was not feeling well. He felt a huge force hidden in the golden spear hitting his body, and Xu Zhenheng stepped back unsteadily.

"Duan Yuankuo~, you dare to stop me." Unsuccessfully seized the Jingu Yuansha and was shocked by Duan Yuankuo's shot. Xu Zhenheng's old face was angry and angry. He gritted his teeth and roared, raised his sword and came to Duan Yuankuo.

"Hmph, Jingu Yuansha is mine, you can't imagine it."

With the same roar, Duan Yuankuo stretched out his hand and returned to his hand, and stabbed Xu Zhenheng with a shot.

The battle began with the two heads of the family. Seeing this, Xu Zhenping, who was on the left, turned cold, waved his hands, and shouted loudly: "Take Jinguyuansha."

Hearing the sound, the elders of the Xu family and their disciples all flew up. On the other hand, the elders of the Duan family were not showing weakness. They had a spear in their hands, and I had the domineering aura in the world.

The strong men from both sides, more than ten people from each other, rushed towards the Xu family at full speed.

Several powerful internal forces gathered together and attacked the clan, which shocked the man.

Just imagine, an ordinary ten mid-level martial gods are hard to beat a high-level martial god. There are more than 20 people on both sides, and there are eight high-level martial gods. How can the members of the Xu family resist?

As a result, it can be imagined that when more than twenty internal forces gathered together, the poor Xu family screamed, and their bodies were blown to pieces. The tragic scene made people frightened.

A strong smell of blood spread in the void, but the pungent smell did not affect the powerful people who were fighting for each other. Between the flesh and blood, their nervous Jingu Yuansha soared into the sky again, and everyone's eyes turned to the air.
Chapter completed!