The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron Chapter 2801: Another secret

Su Yu heard the difference, followed her gaze and was slightly surprised to find that Mo Heng's chest was penetrated by the bone claws, because the front of his clothes was damaged, so he could easily find that there was a very small hole on his chest. special imprint.

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

Seems to symbolize that the sword is blocked!

And the sword was not painted, but branded into the flesh, leaving a deep dent in its chest.

Unless you change your body, you can't erase it for a lifetime.

"You...you were enslaved by the famous sword saint clan?" Bai Xue blurted out, revealing a great secret.

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

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

Su Yu probably heard the story of the brief conversation between the two.

The reason why the refining genius who was famous in the nine-star civilization in the past disappeared because he was enslaved by the famous sword saints.

The nine-star civilization is a more vivid place where the strong eat the weak. He is not surprised at all when similar things happen.

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

In today's nine-star civilization, a talented person appears, and it is impossible to be born in poverty.

The impoverished people are all struggling to survive in the deserted desolation. In order to survive every day, how can they have time to cultivate the talent of artifact refining?

He must be from a prestigious family.

"Anyway, I am the only one left in the Mo family, so what if I tell the whole world? Who would dare to risk offending the Sword Saint Clan and come to rescue me?" Mo Heng seemed to have accepted his fate. The spirit of resistance is lost.

It turns out that the Mo family used to be an aristocratic family, but for some unknown reason, they finally disappeared.

So much so that Moheng is a slave, and no one dares to control it.

Bai Xue sighed silently, expressing powerlessness.

Although the Temple of Heaven is huge, it is still only a big clan-level force, and it is far from being able to compete with the saints.

Not to mention, the Famous Sword Saints are the third most powerful Saints.

Su Yu asked thoughtfully: "Then, how many ranks can you rank among the famous sword saints in terms of your true craftsmanship?"

At this point, Mo Heng showed a hint of pride: "Because of my status as a slave, I was ranked in the 100th place. In fact, the top three are not difficult, and I can even win the first place."

Being enslaved, Mo Heng is naturally unwilling to be a real sword saint.

So I have been hiding my crafting skills.

His true craftsmanship is astonishingly high.

"Don't believe me!" Mo Heng thought that Su Yu and Bai Xue didn't believe in him, and said, "Let's take the simplest example, the swordsmen trained by the ten families of the famous Sword Saint Clan spent an entire epoch. If the Heavenly Sword that has been cultivated is unsurprisingly, the day when the sword emerges, it must be the time when the sky is stained with blood!"

Oh?

Bai Xue's eyes widened and she was very curious: "What do you say?"

Mo Heng said disdainfully, "Those ten swordsmen thought they had amazing accomplishments and forged a flawless holy weapon. In fact, the forging process was full of flaws!"

"When the sword comes out, the sword will be out of control, hurting guests from all over the world."

Mo Heng just remembered that Su Yu and others also came to watch the birth of the Juetian Sword, and said: "For the sake of saving me, I advise you not to approach the Jue Tianjian, it is best to even be a sword saint. Don't step into it, or you may risk your life."

Su Yu and Bai Xue are both serious, Mo Heng is a slave who has lost his freedom, there is no need to intimidate them.

Nine times out of ten what he says is true--if his craftsmanship is as good as he says it is.

"Thank you for the reminder." Su Yu said, "However, when we go to the famous Sword Saint Clan, we need to intercept the raw energy released when Jue Jiantian was born. I am afraid we must go."

Mo Heng sighed: "Then you can ask for more happiness!"

After a pause, Mo Heng took out two black iron pellets from his sleeves.

"I hope you will come in handy." Mo Heng patted his **** and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the famous Sword Saint Clan, provided you have an invitation letter."

Mentioning the invitation letter, Bai Xue took out her real invitation letter and said with a small mouth: "Should I open it?"

Su Yu didn't say a word, just swiped his finger on the letter, and a lot of images were put into the letter.

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

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

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

At the end of the road, there is a huge long sword stuck in the ground.

It's not a real sword, but the building of a famous sword saint.

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

"Da?" Mo Heng said with a sigh of relief, "It's good if you're safe."

In his words, he is very caring for this Ada.

In fact, at the time of the crisis, he pushed Ada away and blocked the blow with his own body. It was already obvious that the relationship between the two was by no means 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, "Thank you just now."

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

Su Yu frowned, this young man, at least he must understand the truth of repaying gratitude?

However, he is inconvenient to interrupt without clarifying the relationship and grievance between the two.

But Bai Xue is much more direct: "Stinky boy, can you say something human? Are you cursing your benefactor to death? Without him, you would have died a long time ago!"

Ada stared at Bai Xue displeased: "I'm talking to my father, what's your business?"

Father?

The two are still father and son?

Ada looked at Mo Heng who was covered in blood scabs with disgust: "You'll be waiting here~IndoMTL.com~ I'll go in first, lest others see."

Hey!

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

She rolled up her sleeves: "Will 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 angry: "I said Mo Heng, you used to be a character, how could you teach such a son? You must spoil him too much, right?"

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

Su Yu's eyes flickered slightly. As a slave of the famous Sword Saint Clan, where did Mo Heng come from?

Is there another secret? ()

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