MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 114 Games start
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"Old ancestor? What's the situation?" Mo Qingkuang was a little puzzled, and asked Mo Fan secretly.
Mo Fan said before that he is familiar with the Tomb of the Fallen Leaf King. Now that the Tomb of the Fallen Leaf King has appeared, it has not been opened. I don’t know why.
Mo Fan chuckled lightly: "Let them toss for a while, I still have to rely on you."
For some reason, Mo Qingkuang could hear something weird in Mo Fan's tone, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
Led by Wu Ming, the three warriors took a step forward in unison, their powerful aura soaring into the sky, so frightened that everyone quickly retreated a long distance to avoid accidental injury.
Wu Ming let out a low cry, clasped his hands empty, and a big stick made of black true energy slowly emerged in his hand.
Wu Ming leaped high, the big stick in his hand quickly grew bigger and longer, and smashed hard towards the entrance. This blow was terrifying and powerful, and people around could feel the cold aura coming from a long distance away, and even faintly heard some howling sounds.
Afterwards, Lu Qing also pulled out his sword and pointed at the sky. Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder. It is unknown whether Lu Qing guided it intentionally or the sword was raised too high, and a bolt of lightning fell down and wrapped around the sword.
Looking at the lightning on the sword, Lu Qing raised his hand and slashed, the lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the terrifying sword light came first, which was actually a bit faster than Wu Ming who struck first.
This is Yuan Jianzong's unique skill, True Yuan Qiling Thunder Sword! The True Essence Yinlei Sword is an earth-level martial art. With the help of the power of thunder and lightning, the sword moves are more destructive and faster. The name of Lu Qing's Kuaijian comes from practicing this sword technique.
Immediately afterwards, the Yuan Kuang also yelled angrily, and pulled out the treasured sword from behind, far from the stooped old appearance just now, instead, he was full of beard and hair, extremely arrogant.
The long knife had nine rings on it, and the bright light of the knife burst out under the infusion of his true energy, and the violent knife energy flew in all directions, even cutting the clothes and cheeks of some people who were closer.
Yuan shouted violently, and slashed down with the long knife. A huge sword light of more than ten feet swung out from his hand, heading straight for the entrance! Its momentum was even bigger than Wu Ming's and Lu Qing's attacks, and there was a faint feeling of oppression!
"This is Ba Dao?" Han Yan'er exclaimed softly from the side.
Ba Dao is one of the unique skills of Tiandaomen. It is a high-level earth-level martial skill.
Anyone who cultivates the sword is a master of leapfrog challenges. No wonder ordinary martial kings are unwilling to easily provoke this madman.
This is also the first time that Mo Qingkuang has seen someone from the Heavenly Sword Sect make a move. Wu Zun is so domineering when he strikes with a sword!
The three warriors shot together, and the terrifying momentum almost destroyed the prison mountain range, and everyone felt that in this way, the restriction of the Fallen Leaf King's Tomb should be broken.
Everyone looked towards the entrance, and the restriction seemed to have sensed a huge threat. The light was shining brightly, faintly, as if an illusory light and shadow emerged.
The knives, swords, and sticks fell on the formation almost in no particular order, bursting out with shocking energy fluctuations.
The figures in the formation also raised their legs and kicked three times in the blink of an eye, responding to the attacks of the three people respectively.
The roar exploded almost at the same time, and it was deafening. Everyone was shocked by the impact of this energy and took a few steps back.
After a while, everyone recovered from the shock.
Is it broken?
No!
Turning his head and looking, the entrance of the Fallen Leaf King's Mausoleum is intact, even the stone tablet at the entrance has not been damaged, only an illusory figure floating in the formation, shining brightly.
It was vaguely recognizable, it was a very old man.
"Who is disturbing my sleep?" The old man looked old, but his voice was as strong as a bell, and it was clearly heard throughout the entire mountain range, so that everyone could hear it.
"This is... the Fallen Leaf King?" This is the doubt in everyone's mind.
"I have seen Senior Fallen Leaf King." Everyone bowed their hands in salute.
The old man didn't appease his anger because of everyone's humility. He turned his head to look at Wu Ming and the other three, and said coldly, "You three boys did it just now?"
"Hmph, digging the grave is digging the grave. Back then, this king also took treasures from the relics of the ancestors. But how can you be so bent on destroying it?"
The Fallen Leaf King's expression was not good, and Wu Ming and the three of them were also a little speechless: "If it wasn't for your entire restriction here, do you think the three of us would be willing to play like this?"
Although they knew that the Fallen Leaf King was a remnant soul, he was able to resist the attacks of the three warriors with one enemy and three, and all the people present together were invincible.
"Senior, please make amends." The three of them gave in one after another.
The Fallen Leaf King sneered and said, "The treasures in this king's tomb are originally reserved for future generations to find, but you have to follow my rules."
"Senior, please clarify!"
The Fallen Leaf King cleared his throat, and said, "My mausoleum will only be opened when the successor of the Nianhua King appears. Here you..."
He glanced around, and suddenly stopped on Mo frivolous in the crowd.
"Sure enough, it's here!" He opened his hand, and Mo Qingkuang was caught out uncontrollably, suspended in mid-air.
"Senior, please be merciful!" Seeing that it was Mo Qingkuang who was taken away, Wu Ming hurriedly said.
The Fallen Leaf King ignored him, but controlled Mo Qingkuang to spin around in mid-air: "Well, a young man with thin skin and tender flesh. That guy who is Nianhua is still as good-looking as ever, but his eyesight is not very good. With this talent, he can't help it. Are you worthy of inheriting my "Book of Fallen Leaves"?"
Everyone looked at Mo frivolously played by the Fallen Leaf King in mid-air, and felt a little gloating in their hearts.
"So this is Kuang Qing who became the final winner in the Tomb of Nianhua King!"
"Brother, you are out of date. Kuang Qing is a pseudonym, and his real name is Mo Frivolous! He is also the champion of this Tianxuan martial arts competition!"
"It doesn't matter whether he is the number one scholar in literature or the number one scholar in martial arts. I heard that the Fallen Leaf King and the Nianhua King are deadly enemies. He won't crush Mo frivolously to death here..."
Looking at Mo frivolous in mid-air, Lin Yang's eyes burst into intense anger. This Mo is frivolous and has repeatedly spoiled his good deeds. The last time the medicine sage fought Mo Fan, Lin Yang was almost killed. He used a lot of pills to recover, and the inventory obtained in the tomb of King Nianhua was exhausted.
He must come for the appearance of the Fallen Leaf King's Tomb this time, because he knows that Mo Qingkuang, who has obtained the inheritance of the Nianhua King, will definitely come!
In addition, there are two big beauties holding hands tightly.
One is Han Yaner out of concern, and the other is Chu Yanran who is beside Lin Yang with eyes full of resentment.
The Fallen Leaf King smiled and continued: "I know the purpose of your coming here. But you, as the successor of Nianhua, make me very unhappy!"
"Well, let's play a game. My inheritance is in the royal tomb, and you can get it too, but I will cause you some trouble. From now on, before this son gets the inheritance of the king, Kill him, and you can get the inheritance of this king!"
As he spoke, he threw Mo Qingkuang towards the entrance, and the formation at the entrance dissipated instantly, turning into a black wormhole, and his figure disappeared along with Mo Qingkuang.
The deciduous voice of the Fallen Leaf King resounded through the sky: "Now, the game begins."
(end of this chapter)
