At dawn, a ray of sunshine breaks out and ignites the light of the sky and the earth.

The heart of the demon saint was completely penetrated by this beam of light. The scene of dual cultivation last night was vivid in my mind, but it did not embarrass her at all. It seemed that everything was so natural, as if it was natural.

Mo Wentian, Wuji True King, this is the destined destination in her destiny.

Back then, the true king of Moon Demon did not hesitate to destroy his body and headed to the dangerous wild spiritual realm, but he just wanted to find his whereabouts.

The dignified Demon Sect Master and the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation can be at the cost of his life. It shows how important he is. The same is true for himself. He couldn't help but complete the sacrifice without even a slight resistance.

The Demon Saint does not believe in fate, but he has his own will in the dark, so this is the arrangement made by fate.

Last night, in the process of dual cultivation, countless pieces of information rushed into my brain, as if I was enlightened, and all kinds of things seemed to appear before my eyes, and the puzzles that were difficult to solve in the past were easily solved.

The Tang Dynasty, the distant Middle Earth Spirit Realm, was born in this holy realm, but her biological mother was not the true king of Moon Demon, but the daughter of an ordinary fisherman. She remembered that her name was Yue Mengling. Because of her unique Xuanyin Holy Body, she was born with auspicious auspiciousness and was taken to the palace by the Tang Dynasty guards.

I remember that in the same year, there were four other children who were taken to the palace. They were all book boys and maids of the crown prince. But only the owner of the Xuanyin Holy Body was specially selected by the Empress to become the concubine of the crown prince. She planted the seeds of the furnace cauldron deep in her soul. When the crown prince was originally waiting for the crown prince to break the elixir and become a baby, the seed would be immediately triggered, but by accident, it would be out of control until this time.

Of course, this crown prince of the Tang Dynasty was not someone else, but the true king of Wuji Mo Wentian.

The True King of Moon Demon, the former leader of the Tianmo Sect, thought she was her biological mother, but unexpectedly, she was the personal maid of the Queen of the Tang Dynasty, and her Taoist name was the True King of Moon Demon.

These information fragments also poured into Mo Wentian's mind, making him fully understand at this time that his identity was not simple. He was actually the crown prince of the former dynasty of the Tang Dynasty. However, the dynasty rebelled that time, and then he fell into the border spiritual realm.

Father, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the sword emperor Mo Liudao, a true Dharma Emperor.

My mother, Princess Nishang of the Damang Dynasty and the Empress of the Datang Dynasty, has extremely noble status.

With such a noble parent, Mo Wentian didn't need to do anything and could walk sideways in Xuanhuang Continent, but for some reason, the Tang Dynasty had a shocking rebellion, and the Eight Kings joined forces to ambush the Sword Emperor Mo Liudao. Until now, he has no life or death. Princess Nishang has disappeared, and the Tang Dynasty immediately fell apart.

The palace of the Tang Dynasty was completely engulfed by the flames of heaven, fire and earth, just like a purgatory on earth. The four maids fled in scattered ways. King Ji Yuezhen took the prince and six of them to escape, and was chased by rebel generals to the Million Demon Mountain. This is the cause of all the incidents.

The origin and fall of fate are all God's will, and this is the arrangement of God.

The past cannot be changed, but Mo Wentian knew it clearly in his heart. He was not only the head of Wuji Sect, but also the crown prince of the former dynasty of the Tang Dynasty, and he will face greater challenges in the future.

Even though he didn't want to cause trouble, would he let the crown prince of the previous dynasty go?

The four maids of Guan Yue, Shame Flower, Shen Yu, and Luo Yan, Guan Yue changed her appearance and became the leader of the Demon Sect. Shame Flower was forcibly erased her memory, and Shen Yu was refined into a puppet. It was not easy for them to survive until now.

The father, the sword emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and the mother, Princess Nishang, may still exist in the world, but I don’t know where to hide my names?

Although Mo Wentian wanted to take revenge immediately and take back everything he had lost in the past, he knew very well that his strength was still far behind. Even if he completely controlled the Bianhuang Spirit Realm, there was a huge difference like a gap compared to the Tang Dynasty in the Middle Earth Spirit Realm.

"Why!"

Mo Wentian couldn't help but sigh, turned his head and turned his eyes to the beauty beside him, but what disappointed him was that the Demon Saint had long put on a new robe, wrapped her delicate body tightly, and even covered her peerless appearance with a black gauze, leaving only the gem-like black pupils outside, but it was still cold and calm, without any pretentiousness.

"Meng Ling!"

Mo Wentian called out this name gently, and he could tell that although the gaze was still cold, his delicate body trembled slightly, as if the snow lotus on the iceberg was blooming, revealing a little charming in the coldness.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a name."

At this moment, Mo Wentian didn't know what to say, but he was almost feeling in his heart that the saint of the Demon Sect had no emotions about him, but it was just that the seeds of the furnace and cauldron were at work, and he had to sacrifice himself, which was somewhat aggrieved.

However, none of these matters, feelings can be cultivated.

As a royal family, the marriage matters are not decided by themselves, but are basically controlled by their parents' matchmakers. The Demon Saint was originally a concubine arranged by his mother, so he could only take it away with peace of mind.

It is worthy of being the Xuanyin Holy Body. Mo Wentian has received great benefits. He could feel the tremendous magic power surged. Whether it was physical strength, the spiritual consciousness was rising step by step. The meridians around his body were marrow-cleaned, as if they were practicing for more than a hundred years out of thin air. The blue Gonggong Nascent Soul seemed even more shiny and solid at this moment, and it felt like the Nascent Soul was out of body.

Gonggong Nascent Soul is Mo Wentian’s third Nascent Soul Infant. If he can leave his body and leave his body, he represents the third level of his Five Infants Soul Refining Magic, it will mean that he has the late stage of Nascent Soul Infant cultivation.

At this moment, it is only a short distance from the late stage of the Nascent Soul, and it may be possible to break through at any time.

"Awesome, luck is really a great fortune!"

Mo Wentian was overjoyed. You should know that he was promoted to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but he was in the stage of stabilizing his cultivation. It was impossible to suddenly improve his cultivation significantly. Could this be the reason for the Xuanyin Holy Body?

"Mengling, thank you!"

At that moment, Mo Wentian couldn't help but reach out and put his hand in it. Regardless of whether the saint of the Demon Sect was willing or not, his big mouth printed on her smooth forehead. Although he could not see the cheeks under the veil, his beautiful black gem-like pupils could obviously see a little panic.

"Okay, there are still people outside, so it's time to deal with the serious business."

Mo Wentian took a deep breath, but the war was imminent in front of him, so he could no longer be immersed in his children's love. He should have time in the future, and he would not be in a hurry for this moment.

"Meng Ling, the Demon Sect of the Great Rong Kingdom will be handed over to you in the future."

While speaking, Mo Wentian took out his robe and put it on his body, and then stood up, like a mountain rising from the ground. The bedroom hall collapsed suddenly, and the black fog surrounding it disappeared in an instant.

"Father, thank you for your protection!"

Mo Wentian gently stretched out his hand, and the sword shadows spread all around him dissipated. The mysterious scroll floated down and fell quietly on his hand. This was the magic weapon left by his father, and a wisp of his soul should be left inside.

However, it is this wisp of soul that does its best to protect itself.

I just don’t know where his deity is, but is he with his mother?

Mo Wentian was completely unknown. Zhu Rong and Jumang two Yuanyings came from the sky and disappeared above his head. The three Yuanyings returned to their bodies, filled with unprecedented power, and their aura poured down like a sea and clouds.

"Owner!"

"Tianquan and Jinmang, pay homage to the true king of Wuji!"

"Son of the Dead Bone, pay homage to the True King of Wuji!"

At that moment, several voices came, but it was the Seven Star Hall that had just made a contribution, and the Holy Son of the Dead Sword who had just made a contribution. They had originally come to Mo Wentian to pass the imperial edict, but they didn't expect to see such a scene.

Murong Xingyue's breasts swallow rushed forward like a swallow throwing her arms, reaching out to hold Mo Wentian's arm, as if she was charming as a bird, but her eyes were turned towards the Demon Saint, as if she was swearing her sovereignty.

Of course, her little thoughts did not cause any reaction from the Demon Saint.

But Mo Wentian was a little embarrassed. After walking forward to greet the two real kings of Jinmang Tianquan, he began to deal with the prisoners of war in front of him, especially the top Demon-Surrendering Duke in the Great Rong Kingdom.

"Your Demon Suppressing Master, if you are defeated by my subordinates, you can only be considered unlucky."

Mo Wentian walked forward with a big laugh, his face full of eyes as if bathing in the spring breeze, looking at the man tied up like rice dumplings on the ground.

"Among rumors, you are the confidant of King Rong, and the Duke of the Great Rong is ranked first. But I have been practicing for thousands of years, so I still plan to give you one..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Demon-Suppressing Lord with a stern voice and shouted: "The True King of Wuji, say less nonsense, if you want to kill and cut, you will all listen to the Lord!"

"presumptuous!"

Murong Xingyue really wanted to scold her, but was stopped by Mo Wentian's slightly shake of his head. He just felt a little regretful. The mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in the Bianhuang Spirit Realm was already rare, and he really didn't want to use the open sword of the demon subduing sword.

But this person is so stubborn and unsophisticated, and is loyal to the Darong Kingdom, it is obvious that it is impossible for him to surrender to Dazheng.

This made Mo Wentian a little embarrassed, and it was impossible for him to let the tiger return to the mountain, so he had to temporarily detain him in the Mangshan Ksitigarbha Prison, and then open the merit-transmission stele to sacrifice. This great monk in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul could completely add a true king of Nascent Soul to the sect.

"Okay, I have to help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Wentian reached out to take out the pen of the blue, drew iron chains out of thin air, wrapped the demon-subduing man tightly, and then drew a golden iron cage, locked him in the cage like a dog, and finally took out the magic sealing talisman in the treasure sac and slapped it on the prisoner's forehead to prevent the man from using his Nascent Soul to escape.

"Come!"

With a command, eight phantoms fell from the sky, all of which were disciples of the Wuji Sect. They stepped forward to take the Demon Sect and the cage away, obviously planning to take the Demon Sect back to Wuji Sect in Mangshan, waiting for the fall of the Wuji Sect in the future.
Chapter completed!