MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 633

  Chapter 633

  Seeing the second sage leading the group of sages from Jietian Peak to leave one after another, the Emperor Luyi was a little bit confused, not sure what they were going to do.

   Just launched a raid like this, caused some damage to his own alien race, and then quickly retreated.

  Although there were some casualties on one's own side, they could not be injured.

  Unable to figure out the problem, he had no choice but to retreat to the Castle of Ten Thousand Deaths and ordered his subordinates to patrol strictly to prevent the people from Jietian Peak from raiding again.

  Recently, it is a critical moment that concerns whether the whole clan can truly invade the Tianhan Continent, and nothing can be lost.

   It's just that he didn't expect that among his countless subordinates, there was already an uncontrollable existence.

  ...

  Mo Fan slowly retreated into the castle of death along with countless alien races.

  The whole process is orderly, but also very lively.

  The communication methods of these alien races are different from the creatures in Tianhan Continent.

  They send out vibrations of a certain frequency through their soul and spiritual power to communicate.

   After Mo Fan changed into their appearance, he also comprehended their communication methods.

  The seventy-two transformations are supernatural powers that far exceed the martial arts of the heaven ranks. They have incredible effects and can be almost completely imitated.

  He found that these alien races were fanatical and very murderous.

  Even if they were actually on the way to retreat, they were clamoring to enter the Tianhan Continent and eat more than a dozen Wu Emperor Wu Emperor powerhouses.

  The desolate scene in the castle of death, it is said to be a castle, but in fact there are almost no other buildings except a circle of walls.

  It was very empty inside.

  The alien races do not live in houses. They rest in lairs one after another. There are bursts of cold air coming from the ground, which makes Mo Fan feel a little uncomfortable.

   But those alien races were cheering and jumping in the crypt, so excited.

  They seem to have no family ties. The tragic death of the same race in the battle did not make them feel sad.

   It seems that death in battle is a matter of course.

  Mo Fan couldn't understand how such an emotionless race was born and multiplied.

   Even they will devour their own kind to strengthen themselves.

  Sometimes he would see that two ghosts of different races were enjoying the cold air in the same crypt one second, and the stronger one could hold the other firmly in the next second.

  Things like tentacles pierced into the opponent's body, absorbing all the strength in his body.

  The restrained ghost struggled desperately, and in the end it could only fly away.

   That powerful ghost thus becomes stronger.

   It is common for the alien races around to see this, and instead of taking action to stop it, they are a bit eyeing.

  If it wasn't for most of the strength being inferior to that ghost, I'm afraid it would have rushed to get a share of the pie.

  This kind of situation is common in the castle of death, and as the master of the castle of death, the green emperor has not stopped it.

  It seems that it is natural for a foreign race to become stronger through devouring, and it doesn't matter whether it is an enemy or a clansman that is devoured.

   "This Castle of Ten Thousand Deaths is not a city, it is clearly an abyss without a moral bottom line." Mo Fan was secretly speechless.

  Mo Fan couldn't find his "home". He didn't speak, but just wandered around, observing the plan of the castle of death as much as possible, looking for weak points that are easy to break through.

  Prepare for a massive counterattack against other worlds in the future.

  He exudes the aura of a sixth-rank martial saint, which is relatively powerful in the entire Fort of Death.

  Although his behavior was relatively weird, no one dared to stop and question him, but they provided him with some convenience.

  Suddenly, a giant green leg hung down slowly from the sky and stopped in front of him.

   is the Green Emperor!

   Mo Fan's heart tightened, could it be that he was discovered?

  However, he believed in the magic of the seventy-two transformations, so he didn't show any abnormal behavior, but he was vigilant in his heart, and he was ready to fight at any time.

   "You, follow me to the temple."

  Green Yihuang conveys spiritual ideas, which is a low-frequency resonance, and that kind of breath shakes Mo Fan's soul.

   There was a movement in his heart, and he didn't find himself.

   Not only that, but take yourself to the temple.

  This is exactly what he came here for.

   Immediately conveyed the excitement of the pilgrimage, and was willing to go with the Green Emperor.

  Green Yihuang signaled him to follow behind, and then turned around in the Castle of Ten Thousand Deaths, and behind him were nine more ghosts whose strength was above the fifth-rank Martial Saint and below the eighth-rank Martial Saint.

  They were much more fanatical than Mo Fan, their entire souls were trembling, not a single ghost hesitated, and they were all full of glory.

  The Green Emperor took the lead and flew in front, with a huge green leg almost flying across half of the castle.

  Wherever they passed, countless ghosts knelt down and worshiped.

   Mo Fan and other ten ghosts followed behind him, flying all the way to the depths of the alien world.

  Mixed among the ten ghosts, Mo Fan carefully observed the environment of the entire alien world.

  The deeper you go, the stronger the evil atmosphere in this world becomes, desolate and lifeless.

  This vast expanse of land is barren of grass, ghosts inhabited, not even small tribes.

  It seems that all the ghosts are gathered at the mouth of the seven major cracks, seeking to attack with all their heart, and there is no one stationed in the territory behind them.

  The gloomy environment, with nothing in it, made Mo Fan feel like he was walking in the underworld.

  Including the other nine ghosts, they are all martial saints above the fifth rank, and their speed is extremely fast.

  The Green Emperor didn't stop at all, and took the lead to move forward at a very fast speed.

   The long-distance raid lasted for more than an hour.

  Mo Fan finally arrived at the destination.

  A temple that occupies a very large area, the whole body is made of black materials, and there is no light.

   This is the second building that Mo Fan has seen in the entire alien world besides the Fort of Death.

  As the distance got closer, the ghosts around him released a kind of excitement and frenzy.

  Their two eye-like light spots kept flashing red light, and their whole bodies were trembling.

  Mo Fan imitated their appearance, and also formed the posture of a pilgrim.

   "You are finally here." A deep voice sounded in the temple.

   Then a huge figure flew out of the temple.

  When Mo Fan saw someone coming, his pupils shrank suddenly.

  Red, orange, yellow, blue, blue, and purple, all the other six different emperors were there.

  Including the Scarlet Yihuang who was severely injured by him, the Huang Yihuang and Orange Yihuang who were rumored to have been killed by the Great Sage of Pingtian and the others, and the blue Yihuang who was severely injured, are all listed here.

  Behind them, there are also ten ghosts of fifth-rank martial saints and above.

   "They are not dead!" Mo Fan was shocked.

   Not only did they not die, but judging by their breath, there was no sign of serious injury.

   "Come in quickly, our **** needs help." Zi Yihuang's eyes flickered.

  Among the seven different emperors, only he has the shape of a complete human being, but he seems a little transparent and erratic, like a soul.

  Mo Fan felt a powerful soul wave from him that no other emperor had ever had.

  The other six different emperors are head, body and limbs.

   After hearing the words, the Green Emperor kept his feet firmly on the ground, and led Mo Fan and other people to follow in.

  (end of this chapter)