Chapter 7833

He and Ling Luoyu know very well.

No matter whether Mo Shiyu is the person they guessed, a war between him and Mo xuanchen is inevitable.

This time, once he makes a move, Mo xuanchen will decide the outcome after all.

Therefore, the Mohist ancestral temple can never be preserved.

But if at that time, the two of them shouted to let everyone run for their lives according to the usual way, it is estimated that many people will die and go to the ancestral hall to join the fun.

At that time, what is waiting for them is ashes.

In this way, it's better not to say anything.

In that way, it's right to prove with practical actions that it's right to follow them.

In the dust and fog of the ruins, the two figures opened as soon as they touched, like two lightning falling to the world.

"Three little..."

As soon as Feng Chenglin's voice fell, Ling Luoyu had found the figure of Mo xuanchen and dodged away.

"Xuanchen..."

Feng Chenglin followed closely: "just now I saw the figure of that guy. It seems that he ran away. Is it because I'm dazzled?"

From the figure of the two people falling, the ink Xuan dust fell in a straight line, while the ink rain seemed to drive away the horsepower and run away to the distance.

Mo xuanchen didn't speak, but looked at the direction of the rain.

Feng Chenglin finally noticed something wrong: "you two... Didn't you let him go?"

"He is not God!" Mo xuanchen looked very moving: "I have fought with God, and his ability is under God, but it can't be underestimated..."

"The number of people in the protoss who can achieve this cultivation should be small. It's not difficult to know who he is..."

When Feng Chenglin finished, he found that Ling Luoyu and Mo xuanchen were looking at him.

That look was clearly asking.

He always spread out his hands in an instant: "do you have to think about it? People with such accomplishments are the figures on the tip of the pyramid. Just ask the guy Luming, and you will know that if it's bad, there's the fake God..."

It is estimated that one of them must know such a thing.

Even if they don't know, they should be able to find results if they look for and ask with their ability.

"If this person is not the Lord..." Ling Luoyu stood with deep eyes.

They had been speculating before.

Ink rain is God.

The reason is not clear, but judging from his actions and abilities, the human design of God is completely tenable.

I didn't expect it to be him.

"Ah, have you ever thought that that guy is mo Shiyu, the patriarch of the Mohist family?" Feng Chenglin opened his brain again and looked at the distance thoughtfully: "who did that guy practice with? Why is he so high?"

"Didn't you fight?" Ling Luoyu thought of what happened before. "I remember that you had dealt with Mo Shiyu, and he was still your loser. What's the difference between him before and now?"

"They are not alone. They are different in any way, except that they can easily look!"

Mo xuanchen must be someone pretending to be mo Shiyu.

"What I don't understand is that a small Mohist patriarch, why would anyone want to pretend to be?"

"Such a thing is nothing more than money and power," Feng Chenglin pointed to the still suspended divine stone: "at present, it should be for him!"

Ling Luoyu's heart moved and hurriedly took out the red silk in the chaotic and secluded environment. His fingertips rotated, controlled and steered the red silk to the divine stone.

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