"Can you let Mo Yun go after the change? No, then I'll change it." The second elder was extremely strong.

He has this strength, unless the patriarch uses the holy weapon itself to suppress him.

But this would cause too much noise, and since this is the Desert God Festival, it would be impossible to suppress him.

Desert Sword, step by step, step into the ancient battlefield.

His aura is silent and condensed like a silkworm cocoon. It just surrounds him, but gives people a feeling of heaviness like a mountain.

Qi Chen knew that this battle was inevitable and would come sooner or later.

Although what happened back then had nothing to do with Mo Dao, the other party still inherited those things, so the cause and effect lies with him.

The next second, Qi Chen also appeared on the ancient battlefield.

"Looking at your aura, you and I are about the same age." This was the first time Mo Dao looked at Qi Chen. He was very casual, which showed that he had invincible self-confidence.

Qi Chen shook his head: "I'm older than you, I should be exactly one year older."

"A year older is also older, and a minute older is also older. You can call me big brother, but I won't pay attention to you."

Mo Dao smiled, and the wind on the ancient battlefield blew his broken hair.

"I probably know how you feel."

"You grew up outside. For some reason, you were not taken care of by your family, so you resent your family."

"You are very low-key and keep working hard, and then you become a blockbuster at the Desert God Festival, just like pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and finally become famous all over the world."

"Unfortunately, these are all plots in novels."

"I'm not the kind of genius who has no brains and relies on magic medicine to accumulate."

"If you fight me with this mentality, you have already lost."

"boom!"

Mo Dao was still talking, but the palm of his hand suddenly glowed, and the crimson flame formed a mini Taotie.
Chapter completed!