The dark and empty starry sky tunnel, the stars shining, forming a huge star network.

Deep in the tunnel, a shadow appeared, living in the distance, drawing a beautiful beam of star marks, falling steadily on a floating stone platform.

"Zhushi Palace~, it seems that it has fallen." A long sigh was made, and the figure disappeared on the stone platform in a flash.

On the ground of the stone platform, a dust particle with a very different color from the surface slowly sank into the ground.

Back at the Poison Lord Tower, Mo Ran came directly to the Poison Lord Mansion.

After coming out of the Thunder Realm, it happened to be blocked by the Eight-District Emperor in Fu Lei City. Mo Ran didn't know about this. He moved the starry sky several times and came to a place called "Shredded Palace" in the north of the Starry Sky Tunnel. He felt that he was already far away from Fu Lei City, so he felt relieved to enter the Poison Lord Tower to rest.

The starry sky shifting technique is extremely perverted. Mo Ran can only use it three times in his prime. After three times, he must enter the Poison Lord Tower to recover his vitality.

Now the Poison Lord Tower has lost its former Ninghe. Once it enters the Poison Lord Tower and the Green Poison River, you can see a crowd of people rushing. Some are in groups of three or five, joining together; some are competing martial arts and skills on the riverside, which is very lively.

These are all the elites in the Zixiao Sect. Since there are very few residences in the Poison Lord's mansion, Mo Ran could only instruct Fu Quan to temporarily arrange them on the banks of the Green Poison River. As for the silver-scale demon fish in the river and the poisonous python hidden in the green fog in the sky, Mo Ran only needs to use the power of prohibition to control them not to attack the people in Zixiao, and it will not cause ridiculous panic.

When he arrived at the Poison Lord's Mansion, Mo Ran happened to see a group of relatives and friends gathered together. His faces were filled with unconcealed surprise. He was watching the scenery of the Poison Lord's Mansion under Fu Quan's introduction.

What is the scenery of the Poison Lord’s Mansion? Of course, it is those rare treasures.

"A lot of spiritual pills are actually from the king level." On the left, Qi Ling, Qing Chen and others had a very common habit of alchemy for refining Zixiao Sect were crowded in the Zangdan Pavilion, their eyes full of surprise and burning gazes.

"There are so many magical artifacts, the best-grade heavenly artifacts, and the king-level artifacts~" Not far away, even Xu Jie'er and Dongfang Xue couldn't help but exclaim. As their beautiful eyes were waving, a little bit of surprise appeared.

"Brother, this place is so good. There are so many treasures. No wonder the Emperor of Nine Realms wants to issue a special killing order to capture you. If it were me, I wouldn't have let you run away like that."

Just as he was smiling at Zixiao and others, a hearty laughter sounded behind him, and then, Mo Ran felt a heavy hand landing on his shoulder.

Needless to say, the person who spoke was Huang Lang.

With a smile, Mo Ran turned around and saw the familiar face and said, "It's just good luck. Without Senior Yin, it's probably not so easy."

Huang Lang and others had long heard about the Battle of the Poison Lord Tower in Mo Zi. Although there were many immeasurable components contained in it, in their eyes, Mo Ran was still the one who could create miracles.

Haha, Huang Lang said, "Then you have to be able to do it. If you don't say much, brother, you will always be the person you admire the most, grandma. So many treasures are comparable to any of the nine domains." Huang Lang said, licking his tongue greedily.

Mo Ran shook his head and smiled, "Brother, tell me what you need."

"Anything is OK?" Huang Lang's eyes lit up.

"Why are you polite to me?" Mo Ran rolled his eyes and said.

"Hehe, then I'm not polite." Huang Lang rubbed his hands and said, "Is there any better artifact? It doesn't need to be too good. It's enough for the lower grade of the king. Haha, the elder brother is still using the heavenly artifact now, and it's embarrassing to say it."

Six hundred thousand years have passed, Huang Lang has become a mid-level God Emperor. The most suitable match for the use of king-level magical artifacts, and his strength will also increase greatly.

Mo Ran nodded, his divine thoughts moved slightly, and the eight hundred and eighty-eight magical weapons of the Divine Soldier Pavilion passed by quickly before his eyes, and Mo Ran felt aware in his heart.

With a light move, a heavy and huge machete appeared in Mo Ran's hand.

As soon as the knife was released, it immediately emitted an amazing energy, filling the entire Poison Lord's Mansion. The Zixiao, who was still admiring, felt that the momentum in the space had changed. At the same time, they looked at Mo Ran. When they found that the machete in Mo Ran's hand emitted such amazing energy, they widened their eyes one by one.

He handed the machete to Huang Lang, and Mo Ran said calmly: "The Ju Kun Blade should be suitable for you."

Suitable. Of course suitable.

The top-grade magic weapon of the Wangjie level is also Huang Lang’s favorite knife, so how can it not be suitable?

He excitedly held the Giant Kun Blade in his hand, and suddenly felt the amazing weight coming from the magic weapon. Huang Lang roared excitedly. The Giant Kun Blade waved and a wisp of sword light was swung out. A sharp light suddenly drew out from the space and slashed into the void. If the Poison Lord's Mansion was controlled by Mo Ran with the power of forbidden, this knife would probably be enough to slash the void and a big hole would be opened in the sky.

Huang Lang was excited and laughed wildly, which caused envious gazes from the surroundings. Looking at these gazes, Mo Ran smiled slightly and said aloud: "What do you need? You can tell Uncle Quan directly that Uncle Quan will choose a satisfactory artifact for everyone."

Those who can stand in the Du Jun Mansion are all people that Mo Ran is familiar with, and they are also old-fashioned strong men on the Brave Continent. They have a very shallow relationship with Mo Ran, so Mo Ran will naturally not be stingy with them.

Looking at the gratitude in everyone's eyes, Mo Ran was in a great mood: "In the past few years, Zixiao's development has not contributed a little, so these magical tools should be considered compensation."

Thinking of this, Mo Ran smiled and said, "Everyone, I have a good place, everyone will follow me."

As he said that, Mo Ran led everyone into the tall pavilion, which was the entrance to the past Xinyuan. The round jade mechanism twisted and twisted, and a ray of golden light came down from the top of his head. The place where the golden light shone was the teleportation array realm.

Mo Ran's steps moved slightly and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye. Behind him, Xu Jie'er, Dongfang Xue, Huang Lang and others were all stunned, and then they poured in one after another with a feeling of anxiety.

As soon as everyone turned their eyes, they only felt a flash in front of them, and then they came to another unfamiliar space, which was filled with rich energy of heaven and earth, and the area was so vast that it was unimaginable that such a place would appear in a high tower.

As soon as he entered, Xu Jieer found Mo Ran standing in front of not far away, looking at the crowd of people with a smile on his face, and walked slowly towards him. Xu Jieer asked in confusion: "Mo Ran, what is this place?"

Mo Ran smiled slightly, looked at Xu Jie'er with care, then turned to the crowd who came in, and shouted: "Everyone, welcome to the past Xinyuan~"

"The past Xinyuan? Where is it? Haven't you heard of this place before?" Everyone looked at each other and couldn't help but wonder.

Mo Ran paused and said slowly: "The past heart was originally the cultivation holy place in the Poison Lord Tower. There is a rich and rich energy of heaven and earth. Everyone has seen it. The most important thing is that this is a place where the time flow rate exceeds that of the outside world."

"What?"

"The time flow rate exceeds the outside world?"

"What does this mean? This means that one year outside and one hundred years inside?"

"Wouldn't the speed of practicing here be a hundred times that outside?"

"Wow~"

As the discussions came one after another, the heart of the past fell into a dead silence, but not long afterwards, dozens of people exclaimed in shock.

"The time flow rate is a hundred times."

"There is such a good place."

Mo Tianxing shook his head with a wry smile, looking at his descendants, and seemed to feel strange. Thinking about the Xiaodangshan Mo family he founded hundreds of thousands of years ago, he was just a small family with many powerful martial arts masters. In a blink of an eye, his exiled grandson had reached this level. The past heart and the Poison Lord Tower, is all this in a dream?

Even Mo Tianxing felt this way, not to mention Mo Haopeng, Fang Lao and the Mo family. Each of them had tears of excitement in their eyes. Looking around, then Mo Ran, the tears finally couldn't help but flow down.

"He is now too far away from us."

The height Mo Ran stood was indeed far beyond everyone. Although his strength did not seem so clever, it was just a matter of time.

After only hundreds of thousands of years, it is nothing in the Tianwu Realm, but he has climbed all the way from a small ascenator to reach the realm of the Divine Emperor. The most important thing is, which Divine Emperor will escape calmly from the hands of the four emperors.

Looking at the history of the Tianwu Realm, are there such people?

No. Absolutely not.

Mo Ran is the first one.

Shocked, admired, envied, worshiped. At this moment, everyone turned their extremely admired eyes to Mo Ran.

After a moment of silence, Zijing was the most calm. After thinking for a while, he walked up silently and asked: "Sect Master, the subordinates see that the area here is vast. I wonder if they can also let the Zixiao Sect on the banks of the Green Poison River come in to practice. If possible, Zixiao will definitely grow rapidly into the other overlord after the Nine Domain and the Seven Forbidden Lands in a short period of time."

He looked at Zijing with admiration, Mo Ran kept nodding and said, "Sister Zijing is right. This sect does have this idea. To be honest, this past heart seems vast, but it is not boundless. However, only 3,000 people can still accommodate it, and I have this intention."

"Really?" Zijing was for Zixiao Sect and Mo Ran's life. In addition to the love with Bai Tianzhong, she devoted herself to the construction of Zixiao Sect. Her life was extremely exciting, and the thing that could make Zijing happy is the expansion of Zixiao Sect's power and the stability of its foundation.

Looking at Zijing's incredible gaze, Mo Ran proved his words with his actions. With a wave of his hand, the space was shaken, and the door of void was wide open. Thousands of elites of Zixiao Sect living by the Green Poison River were inexplicably transmitted into the past Xinyuan. At that moment, the whole past Xinyuan was completely filled with people, and the lively and surprising atmosphere reached the clouds for a long time.
Chapter completed!