The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron

Su Yu heard something different, followed her gaze, and was a little surprised to find that Mo Heng's chest was pierced by bone claws. Because the front of his clothes was damaged, it was easy to find that there was a very special mark on his chest. .

The mark was in the shape of a pitch-black sword surrounded by chains.

It seems to symbolize that the sword is blocked!

And this sword was not painted on, but branded into the flesh, leaving a deep dent on his chest.

Unless the body is replaced again, it cannot be erased in a lifetime.

"You...you are enslaved by the famous sword saint clan?" Bai Xue blurted out, revealing the great secret in one word.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, and vigilantly checked the surroundings. After confirming that no one heard him, she immediately stepped forward, put Mo Heng's clothes back on, and quickly said, "We didn't see anything, we didn't see anything."

Mo Heng sighed desolately: "It doesn't matter if you see it, the famous sword saints don't mind outsiders knowing."

From the short conversation between the two, Su Yu could probably hear the whole story.

In the past, the genius of refining equipment, who was famous in the nine-star civilization, disappeared because he was enslaved by the famous sword saint clan.

The Nine Star Civilization is a place where the jungle of the jungle is most vividly manifested, and he is not at all surprised that similar things happen.

The strange thing is, didn't Mo Heng's forces come to rescue him?

In today's nine-star civilization, it is impossible for a talented person to appear from a poor background.

The poor people are all struggling to survive in the abandoned barrenness. How can they have the time to cultivate their talent for crafting in order to survive every day?

He must have come from a famous family.

"Anyway, I'm the only one left in my Mo family, so what's the point of telling the whole world? Who would dare to risk offending the Sword Saint family and come to rescue me?" Mo Heng seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, even with the spirit of rebellion. all lost.

It turned out that the Mo family used to be a great family, but for some unknown reason, it finally disappeared.

So much so that Mo Heng is a slave, no one dares to take care of him.

Bai Xue sighed silently, expressing her powerlessness.

Although the Temple of Heaven is powerful,

But after all, it is only a power at the level of a large clan, far from being able to compete with the holy clan.

Not to mention, the famous sword saint clan is the third most powerful saint clan.

Su Yu asked thoughtfully: "Then, how much can you rank among the famous sword saints with your real weapon refining attainments?"

At this point, Mo Heng showed a hint of arrogance: "Because of my status as a slave, I was ranked in the top 100. In fact, there is no difficulty in the top three, and I can even aspire to the first place."

Being enslaved by others, Mo Heng was naturally unwilling to refine weapons for the famous sword saint clan sincerely.

So I have been hiding my refining attainments.

His real attainments in refining weapons are astonishingly high.

"Don't believe it!" Mo Heng thought that Su Yu and Bai Xue didn't believe him, and said, "Let's give a simple example, the sword trainers trained by the ten families of the famous sword saints spent an entire era to cultivate them. His Absolute Heaven Sword, if it is as expected, the day when the sword is released, it must be the time when the sky is stained with blood!"

Oh?

Bai Xue opened her eyes wide, curious: "How?"

Mo Heng said disdainfully: "Those ten sword trainers thought they had amazing attainments and forged a flawless sacred weapon. In fact, the forging process was full of flaws!"

"When the sword comes out, the sword will definitely get out of control and hurt the guests from all directions."

Just now, Mo Heng remembered that Su Yu and others also came to observe the birth of Jue Tian Jian, and said: "For the sake of saving me, I advise you to never get close to Jue Tian Jian, and it is best not to even step on the famous sword saints." Enter, otherwise life may be in danger."

Both Su Yu and Bai Xue became serious. Mo Heng is a slave who has lost his freedom, so there is no need to threaten them.

Nine out of ten what he said is true—if his crafting skills are really as good as what he said.

"Thank you for reminding me." Su Yu said: "However, when we go to the famous sword saint clan, we need to intercept the original energy released by Juejiantian when he was born. I'm afraid we have to go."

Mo Heng sighed: "Then you can wish for luck!"

After a pause, Mo Heng took out two black iron pellets from his sleeve. The appearance was bumpy, and he didn't know what they were for.

"I hope you will come in handy." Mo Heng patted his buttocks and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the famous Sword Saint Clan. The premise is that you all have invitation letters."

When it came to the invitation letter, Bai Xue took out her real invitation letter, said with a puckered mouth, "Should I open it?"

Su Yu didn't say a word, just touched the letter lightly with his finger, and many images were projected in the letter.

Mo Heng happened to catch this scene, his pupils shrank, and he looked at Su Yu with deep meaning.

"Let's go." Bai Xue happily put away the invitation.

Mo Heng led the way with an expressionless face. Half a day later, a golden road paved in the air appeared in front of them.

At the end of the road, there is a gigantic long sword stuck upside down in the ground.

That is not a real sword, but a building of the famous Sword Saint Clan.

However, when they boarded the golden road, they found that not far ahead was the young man named "Ada" who abandoned Mo Heng and ran away alone.

"Ada?" Mo Heng said with a sigh of relief: "As long as you are safe, that's fine."

In his words, he showed special care for this Ah Da.

In fact, when he was in danger, he pushed Ah Da away and blocked the blow with his own body, and he could already tell that the relationship between the two was not ordinary.

Hearing the voice behind him, Ah Da looked back, but there was not much joy on his face, instead he muttered coldly: "It's not dead yet."

He forced himself to walk back, and said casually, "Thank you just now."

He said thanks in his mouth, but there was no gratitude in his eyes, and he was even a little disappointed that Mo Heng didn't die at the hands of the skeleton.

Su Yu frowned, this young man, at least he should know how to repay his kindness, right?

However, it is inconvenient for him to intervene without clarifying the relationship and grievances between the two.

But Bai Xue was much more straightforward: "Stinky boy, can you speak human words? Are you cursing your benefactor to die? Without him, you would have died long ago!"

Ah Da stared at Bai Xue displeasedly: "I'm talking to my father, what's your business?"

Father?

Are the two still father-son?

Ah Da looked at Mo Heng, who was covered in blood, with disgust: "You wait here, I will go in first, so that no one else can see."

Hey!

Bai Xue was really angry, how could a son despise Lao Tzu.

She rolled up her sleeves: "You stop for me?"

However, Mo Heng stopped Bai Xue, and said with a complicated expression: "The dog is not sensible, please don't mind the two seniors."

Bai Xue was furious: "I said, Mo Heng, you used to be a character anyway, how did you teach such a son? You spoil him too much, don't you?"

Mo Heng remained silent, as if unwilling to state the cause and effect.

Su Yu's eyes flickered slightly, Mo Heng, as a slave of the famous sword saint clan, where did he get his son?

Among them, there is another secret? ()

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