The villain is my brother

Xu Zhang is the head of a mid-level sect in Xizhou. With his talent, it is already the limit to cultivate to this level, but he is not willing to stop there, so he always wants to please those powerful people, thinking that they might have some kind of genius Dibao can make itself break through.

It's just that he always suffers from being unable to get along, so after hearing that Nanguo was watching the ceremony, he tried his best to follow him, just to make a familiar face in front of them.

Now the world has changed too fast. First, the demon king was born to integrate Xizhou, and then there was a riot in the abyss. So Xu Zhang didn't even understand what he was here to watch this time, but he had his eyes on Mo Jin.

He knows Mo Jin's identity. If he can establish a good relationship, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes for him to break through?

Until the beginning of the ceremony, he was still racking his brains on how to talk to Mo Jin.

It was rare for Mo Jin not to carry his epee on his back, but he just looked left and right with his arms crossed, regretting that he came here on foot, otherwise he wouldn't even have time to find Qin Moyu.

I don't know what happened to Shen Yebai. I haven't heard from him for a long time. If he dies, will he have the chance to pursue Qin Moyu again?

Although Shen Yebai is very strong, he believes that as long as he works tirelessly in cultivation, he will defeat him one day, and Qin Moyu will definitely look at him with admiration.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Mo Jin found that there seemed to be an extra person on the altar.

Xu Zhang, who had finally figured out how to strike up a conversation, hadn't opened his mouth yet, the subconscious tense reaction of his body when he was in danger made him unable to say anything.

"Everyone."

He raised his head in horror, and the next second his body knelt down uncontrollably. Even his head seemed to be pressed down by an invisible force, and it was very difficult to even raise his head to take a look.

The powerful coercion made his teeth chatter unconsciously, but the desire to survive forced him to swallow all the sounds from his lips and teeth. Only his body shaking like a sieve revealed the horror in his heart.

"Since you see the emperor, why don't you kneel down?"

"boom!"

Xu Zhang heard a muffled sound coming from the next door, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mo Jin tensing his whole body, trying to resist the coercion, but even though his face was blushing, his body still knelt down uncontrollably.

Is this the coercion of the Transcending Tribulation Period?

Mo Jin panted heavily. Although his body knelt down, his head was still raised high unwillingly. Even though the corners of his eyes were bleeding from the corners of his eyes due to the coercion, he still stared at the people on the altar without fear.

This is his pride, as long as he still has a breath, he will not easily admit defeat.

The people on the high platform questioned the sky loudly, and the voice sounded familiar.

suddenly.

Mo Jin saw a figure that he thought about day and night, a figure that he would never admit to being mistaken.

The power that prevented him from seeing clearly the people on the high platform suddenly disappeared, and he clearly looked at the two people standing on the high platform...the hands they held.

It's just different from the Qin Moyu I saw last time, the haze all over his body has dissipated now, and his carefree smile appeared again.

Qin Moyu was dressed in a black imperial robe, which made his face even more like a crown of jade, drunk with jade, and the starlight in the sky could not match the bright smile in his eyes.

—He is very happy.

Mo Jin's heart seemed to be stabbed lightly, half happy and half sad.

He was happy that Qin Moyu was no longer worried, but also felt sad that the other party's emotions seemed to have nothing to do with him, and he was chasing him from the beginning to the end.

'See clearly. '

A cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind, making no effort to conceal his dislike for Mo Jin.

Mo Jin moved his head stiffly, and saw Shen Mo who had the same face as Shen Yebai, and all the puzzles were understood at this moment.

'He's not what you want with Xiao. '

The voice implying anger hit Mo Jin like a heavy blow. Even though it was just an ordinary secret voice, Mo Jin's straight waist instantly bent a lot.

Qin Moyu's face began to blur again, and the last thing Mo Jin saw was a pair of bright golden pupils.

——The cold, lofty eyes, domineeringly declared their own ownership.

The corner of Mo Jin's mouth moved, allowing the blood to splash on the ground along the corner of his mouth into a gorgeous flower.

He closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

This time, he lost completely.

………………

After warning Mo Jin, who had been disliked for a long time, Shen Mo turned his gaze back to Qin Moyu, and confidently circulated the energy of the four continents gathered on him to Qin Moyu.

There was a roar in the sky, as if the rules were warning Shen Mo that he shouldn't do this.

But Shen Mo didn't care about the warnings of the rules, he said lightly: "I am the emperor, so I should keep my word."

So you must give what you say you want to give, and even give what you haven't said.

After a pause, he added in a very embarrassing way: "Besides, this is my property, and I will give it to whomever I like."

Now even the rules are completely speechless.

Because what Shen Mo said was absolutely right.

He is now the co-owner of the four continents recognized by the rules, and the world is his property. As long as he is happy, even if he gives Qin Moyu all the cities in the four continents, the rules can't say anything.

Fortunately, the rules are rigid rules without self-awareness, otherwise Shen Mo will definitely hit him with a few thunders, let's see if Shen Mo can still be so arrogant.

Shen Mo wants to give Qin Moyu the luck of the four continents, not only because he said before that he would give him the world, but also because he is afraid of the danger in the extremely cold place and he cannot take care of Qin Moyu all the time. Giving him luck can be used as a layer of protection. As long as someone attacks Qin Moyu, Shen Mo will know immediately, and let Qin Moyu persist until he rushes over.

Of course, the luck of the big head is still on Shen Mo, it is impossible for Qin Moyu to give it to Qin Moyu just because Shen Mo gave it to Qin Moyu, otherwise it would be meaningless for Shen Mo to hold this ceremony.

Qin Moyu looked at the golden thread all over the sky, no matter how long he looked at it, it was very dazzling, and he also found that he was also wrapped with a few laps of gold thread, needless to say, it must be Shen Mo's handwriting.

The most important thing in the ceremony is to communicate the rules of heaven, let the rules recognize Shen Mo's identity and gather luck. Now that the goal is achieved, those banquets and celebrations are completely unnecessary. Just when Shen Mo and Qin Moyu were planning to arrange matters after leaving , sudden change!

The original blue sky gradually became gray and dark, like the indelible stains on the glass windows, which were particularly dazzling. A huge formation quickly appeared in front of everyone as the dark clouds spread, and the blood-red luster filled the formation. Dead air, even the faint smell of blood seemed to linger in the air.

Shen Mo looked at the dark clouds above his head, even the golden thread was covered by the formation and became dull, his face became darker in an instant, he knew that this was a provocation from heaven.

At this moment, the way of heaven must be hidden in the formation of the extremely cold place, and he told Shen Mo brightly that even if he has gathered the luck of the four continents, as long as he can't break the formation of the extremely cold place, after the way of heaven takes shape, he will finally The victor must be Him.

"It can't be delayed any longer."

Shen Mo felt the continuous surge of aura in the formation, and knew that their time was running out.

Master Xuanjing who saw the change in the sky immediately knew that Qin Moyu was leaving. He could only look at Qin Moyu in front of him with complicated eyes, his Adam's apple twitched, and finally said only one sentence: "Before you come back, Master will not Fallen."

No matter how long Qin Moyu has to fight against Heaven in the extremely cold place, he will always support Qin Moyu in the rear.

Qin Moyu had a sore nose. He knew that Master Xuanjing didn't care about his own life or death at all. Living is not the most important thing for Master Xuanjing. The most important thing is the safety of Guanlanzong, but now he is willing to live "selfishly" for Qin Moyu .

"The wine master brews is delicious. When I come back, we will brew wine together."

Qin Moyu said softly.

Master Xuanjing wanted to raise the corners of his lips to smile several times, but all failed, reluctance, heartache, worry... finally turned into a wordless nod.

On the other side, Shen Mo was also hurrying up to tell Brother Shen Sheng.

"Please rest assured, Old Ancestor, Shen Sheng will protect the Southern Kingdom until the last moment." Shen Sheng's face was calm, even if he didn't wear the imperial uniform, he still had the strength of a young emperor, willing to fight to the last drop of blood for the people.

"Shen Yu is the same." Shen Yu rarely laughed, calm and steady like himself, but his eyes were still as firm as ever.

For him, smashing his halberd into the sand and dying on the battlefield is the best interpretation of his life.

However, this time Shen Mo did not nod with satisfaction as usual, he stretched out his hand, paused for a second on top of Shen Sheng's head, and finally landed on the shoulders of the two of them.

"I have only one request, to be alive," he said.

Shen Sheng looked at Shen Mo in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that this was what the ancestor said.

"Only an excellent emperor can bring the southern kingdom back to glory after the disaster." Shen Mo looked at the young man in front of him who came from the same ancestor and flowed the same blood as himself, finally healed all his indifference, and spoke softly in the tone of an elder Said, "You have done a good job. I don't think I can rebuild the Southern Kingdom into what it is today after the Four Continents War."

Shen Mo has always had a clear understanding of himself. If he was allowed to ascend the throne in a hurry at Shen Sheng's age, he might not be able to do better than Shen Sheng. An emperor who has been recognized by the government and the public by his own ability, he does not want the Southern Kingdom to lose such a good emperor.

Shen Sheng was slightly stunned. He felt the warm heat on his shoulders. It was a feeling of being affirmed and tolerated by his elders that he hadn't experienced for a long time. It actually made his dry eye sockets moist for a moment. This gaffe didn't last long, and it was so fast that people doubted it. Did I read it wrong.

There was a glint of water in his eyes, which was filled with a soft smile, and he said: "I thought that I would be able to live happily after relinquishing the throne, and I don't need to see the scriptures anymore, but now it seems that I still have to work hard."

"Naturally." Shen Mo turned around to hide the smile in his eyes, and the invisible barrier between them disappeared in just a few words.

The black imperial costumes were too decorated and inconvenient to move around, so both of them changed back to their usual clothes and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

After they left, Mozun, who had been silent all this time, stepped out of the darkness.

She glanced at the people in the room, then looked up to the window, and said to herself: "They are all gone, and I can't just wait."

She stretched out her slender hand, and her pale fingers made it impossible to imagine how many people's names she had taken away.

"You lied to me for so long, Fen Qi, how many lives are you planning to pay back..."

It was like the end of a sigh falling in the room, filled with hundreds of years of resentment and painful hatred, even if they knew it was not directed at themselves, it was enough to make everyone present terrified.

When the most critical part of the conspiracy was uncovered, the whole story was truly revealed in front of her eyes.

The death of a loved one, the death of a loved one, one by one, she remembered clearly.