Chapter 991:

The Ditian clone was destroyed, and the servants deployed by the Barbarian tribe to monitor Chu Mo on the ground were also caught, bringing about a huge change in the fate of deploying Chu Mo.
These were the root causes of the old man's fear. The more he knew, but the more he knew, the more fear he was. The only thing he could rely on now was Chu Mo, and he couldn't retrieve the real memory.
"I have enough patience. If you really don't want to say it, it's fine. Chu Mo pressed on the old man's chest again, and soon heard the roar from the old man, in order to be able to use his naked eyes. Seeing that another whirlpool appeared under his skin.
Those whirlpools continued to break in the rapid rotation, and the whirlwind rolled out of them. This pain made the old man tremble, and the beans were sweating profusely.
"I don't necessarily know everything from you. What I want is the pain for you. It is infinite pain. Actually, there is no obvious hatred between you and me. Why are you?" Chu Mo shook his head and raised his right hand. With a wave.
Soon the whirlwind that existed on the old man became more violent, just like rolling his internal organs and muddling his body. This feeling of tearing made the old man mourn.
This kind of sorrow, spent most of the night under the bright moon outside the cave, the life tribes of this valley heard it very clearly.
Until dawn, the sorrow gradually weakened. Seeing the old man trembling in front of Chu Mo, he raised his finger with his right hand and immediately transformed the Handan clock. After wrapping up the old man, the clock sounded.
This bell can only be heard from outsiders, and the old man can hear it at that time. However, if there are a lot of deaf people, there will be a roar in the brain, the body will tremble more, the distance will be increased, the flesh and blood will be torn, and the bones will collapse.
"Give you enough time to think clearly." Chu Mo said gradually, not ignoring the old man, but calmly closing his eyes and immersing himself in the warmth of the soul.
If his primordial spirit does not appear for a long time, it will take time to cultivate all his spiritual consciousness.
Time passed slowly in the Wen Yang Yuan God named Chu Mo, and a month passed in a blink of an eye. During this month, the Ming Clan people in the entire valley could sometimes hear the bell ringing and sometimes the sad screams.
The torture of the old man by Chu Mo was not only the strong wind, but also the method of cooperating with thunder magic, cooperating with the flames of fire and cursing. Not a one-off, but slowly moving forward. When used to the wind crack, he joined the thunder and penetrated the flesh and blood muscles, making him endure the purgatory like the tribulation.
When the old man got used to the thunder and the wind torn apart, Chu Mo added a considerable flame, burning inside and out, the destruction of the meridians, and the pain of flesh and blood, which brought the old man suffering from birth and death.
He wanted to die, but couldn't. In his body, Chu Mo couldn't solve the curse technique, but there were a few remaining, so these curses were constantly weakening and could not explode or die.
Except for the bells in Handan, the old man almost suffered from being immersed in the yellow spring that he had never experienced in his life.
If it were not for the pain of Tiemu's visiting relatives and the warmth of Chu Mo's own soul, he would not have left the cave for the time being.
As a result, there was no way to escape the arrival of death. At dusk on this day, there was a slight rain in the sky outside and I closed my eyes.
Chu Mo tried first aid treatment, but the iron tree was exhausted, and he was unable to recover.
The rain is heavy, and the rain in the Nine Yin Worlds is not uncommon. Once it appears, it will continue for several months. The whole world is hazy in this rain, and it is not too far to see.
Hundreds of life tribesmen in the valley all walked out of the cave. At the bottom of this valley, they saw lying there, sprinkling rain on the tribe and hiding them. He closed his eyes, calm face, no pain, but instead A kind of liberation
The surrounding area is very quiet, even if there is crying, it is enveloped by the noisy rain.
Chu Mo also left the cave and stood beside Tiemu's corpse. Seeing this familiar face in front of him, the past of that year appeared in his memory, even though he didn't have much contact, he could be said to be an old friend.
Chu Mo saw a lot of life and death, this time it was a little different. Tie Mu, Chu Mo had a scene of fighting before.
The trace stood beside Chu Mo with a sad expression. He has experienced this kind of thing many times in the past 15 years. He feels that he can be numb, but now it is not numb, any numbness is fine.
"Senior Tiemu was able to go out back then... But in order to let the tribes go first, they were finally unable to leave because of the collapse of the formation. For fifteen years, each of the other seniors died. Until five years ago, only Senior Tiemu remained. , Till now... he is back too. Itabi" Nangong whispered bitterly.
Beside Tiemu's body, the kneeling youth showed a sad expression. He was the boy with the traces of Nangong at the time. He lost his right arm and is now kneeling there, crying.
"Tiemu sends seniors!" Nangong was silent for a while, slowly opening his mouth.
Along with that sentence, all the Mingzu people around knelt down, showing a sad expression. The rain splashed on people, although it was cold, but inevitable.
Around Tiemu, two clansmen walked out, carrying Tiemu's corpse, and walking a long way through the valley step by step.
The young man shed tears. After that, Nangong traces glanced at Chu Mo, where did he go?
Chu Mo was silent, facing the rain, the life clan knelt down and walked into the valley.
There is an altar of animal bones in the depths of this valley, where the people of the Ming family have buried human bones in the past 15 years.
The white bones of the forest and the stone stele with inscriptions are not gloomy in the mist of this rain, but expresses deep sadness.
The sadness of Chu Mo is not deep, Nangong is in the mark, and every time he comes here, it hurts his heart deeply.
I buried the iron wood and erected a stone tablet on the cemetery, engraved its name and Mingzu. After engraving the life record, Nangong prayed silently, with sadness, turned and left.
Chu Mo's eyes scanned the altar floor. The rain was even heavier. He seemed to have seen countless heroes in a trance. During the 15 years of protecting this valley tribe, he returned to Xu one by one.
Because of Tiemu's return, grief floated in the hearts of all members of the Mingzu. In the next few days, everyone became taciturn.
With the passage of time, the rain outside became heavier and louder, and there was always noisy noise. The rain and fog enveloped the surroundings, becoming more and more blurred in the hazy, connecting the sky and the earth, like a rain curtain. Chu Mo was in his cave, heard the noisy rain outside, and continued to sit. Ditian's pain to the servants continued without stopping.
Tiemu's death did not touch him too much, and the sadness floating here was the same. After all, for him, this is not the place where he lived for 15 years, and there is no memory.
But he didn't know why, he felt depressed.
"Return to the hometown in death, bury the bones...Even if the sorceress is noble, it is difficult to decide his own life and death...He is fine. At least he knows where his hometown is, and he also knows where the road is.
But my hometown is there...Osan, where is it, or Osan is not my real hometown.
Grandpa, I said I was going to the border mountains. "Chu Mo muttered to himself, his eyes confused, a scene of Wushan appeared before his eyes, gradually blurred.
Time passed again, and another month slowly passed, and Chu Mo Yuanshen's warmth gradually reached the level of consummation in these two months.
With the end of the Yuanshen’s warming, his spiritual consciousness has reached its current apex. Once dispersed, it cannot cover a million range, but for Chilong, for a considerable soul poisoning body, for Yao Yunhai’s The puppet body has feelings.
On this day, when his face stiffened in Chu Mo’s knees, his spiritual consciousness gradually dispersed and spread to all directions, the focus was on the sensing of the red dragon, the puppet, and the poisonous corpse. Gradually, his expression became melancholy. .
His divine consciousness diffused Chu Mo's consciousness, and with his appeal, gradually, first responded to the fluctuations from the West.
Its fluctuations were very weak, and the moment Chu Mo touched Chu Mo's spiritual consciousness, Chu Mo's brain was blurred for a moment, and the picture flickered slightly.
There is a huge palace on the picture. This palace is built on the top of a mountain. There are eight huge statues in the palace. The bones in the middle of this statue are half kneeling on the ground, and their limbs are connected by chains and are deeply fixed to the ground. on.
It was neither the statue nor the bone that responded to Chu Mo's fluctuations, but the totem drawn on the ground where the bone was!
Its totem bulges, hovering around the ground, and its appearance has shrunk many red dragons! stop! However, the color was not red anymore, it was very dark, his face was painful, and he didn't move. Look carefully, these eight statues are stepping on the red dragon totem like suppression, and the bone chain in it is nailed to the position of the earth. This is Chilong.
The picture in Chu Mo’s brain flashed behind the scene, the shadow disappeared, and immediately appeared, a new side, the picture has a swamp, in the depths of the swamp, green eyes flashed in the dark, making a low voice The sound, the picture seems to disappear.
Chu Mo's eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light appeared in them.
"Yinling Race!" Its body suddenly stood up, and after leaving God's knowledge here, it took a step outside the cave and its figure disappeared instantly.