Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

Chu Mo's fingers were squeezed by his left pupil and the world in Chu Mo's left eye and turned red. As his right eye and Chu Mo's entire world were smeared, they turned into hemoglobin glows.

Like blood, burning like fire!

The moment it developed to Chu Mo, a strong flame roared from Chu Mo's body and exploded. This flame didn't have the aura of the palm of a huge sea of ​​fire in the sky, but it spread to Chu Mo's body, and Chu Mo's hair was flying, standing there.

"I am the inheritance of fire. It is the technique of worshiping the moon. I can too! Chu Mo stood there, raised his hands, and walked towards the sky with his fists in September, suddenly saluting.

In this week, the sky in September has been distorted. In fact, there seems to be an overlapping ghost next to it!

The applause from the sea of ​​fire roaring towards Chu Mo was even more trembling, as if he couldn't stand Chu Mo's worship. When he actually came, there were signs of lights out. Metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi metabi meta

The man of the Golden Thread of the Bat Sage tribe is now dumbfounded, roaring in his brain, showing incredible hacking behavior. Chu Mo's powerful stomach is very clear, and it stands to reason that it has nothing to do with Chu Mo's magical powers. No!

This was something he never expected, and it almost subverted his thinking. This moon worship technique is a direct method of the pulse of their bat saint tribe, and only the golden thread tribe can master it. No foreigners at all.

This is the moon ancestor dedicated by their bat saints, and the method they convey is the holy art of their bat saints! No!

And now in front of him, he witnessed Chu Mo's performance. Even when Chu Mo played this technique, it gave the Golden Threads of the Bat Sage tribe an illusion, just like this technique of worshipping the moon in Chu Mo. No!

You must know that he will use this technique and cannot use Yuezu's power to hold his hand. The most important thing is that he only worships the moon and his blood does not burn! No! With blood and fire burning, only the elders and patriarchs of their clan can be given the method of practice by Yuezu. This is the pulse of their Bat Sage, the most powerful technique.

Although this is okay, but the bat sage gold thread tribe feels that Chu Mo burns blood and fire, facing the sky after the service in September, the breath and feeling from that body actually gave way to this tribe. Wan Li

"Who are you? Who are you? Why do you accept the technique conveyed by my bat sage moon ancestor?" The golden thread of the bat sage clan was hiss on the verge of collapse, and its body retreated quickly.

"The skill of worship you said this month is to convey magical powers to the hot family. Who are you?". Chu Mo's gloomy face took a step forward, his consciousness expanded sharply, forming coercion, and directly oppressed the golden thread tribe with the momentum of his blood and fire.

"It's the Bat Sage", when the golden thread tribe was about to speak, he was interrupted by Chu Mo's words.

"The art of worship of the moon, I am a direct transmission, is the only fire in the world. Are you here to ask me?". Chu Mo sneered and spoke with the pressure.

"The situation of the Bat Saints is very similar to that of Moonwing. Do you want to know what it has to do with Moonwing?". Chu Mo took a step.

"Who is the ancestor of the moon you said, how do you do this technique?" Chu Mo's words appeared one after another. The unrelenting Jinxian tribe had no time to think, and was deterred by his powerful spiritual consciousness. Keep asking questions!

"How does your Bat Saint Clan worship this so-called moon ancestor?".

"The fire-barbarian art you repair is not comprehensive, it's only a part. Will blood and fire burn?".

"While practicing the art of savage fire, and dare to use it in front of me, without even talking about your own strength, who made you dispatch on such a large scale?". After Chu Mo continued to listen to a few different words, suddenly that voice became louder, and he asked a question like Thunder! "Who? It's coming!" Chu Mo's word, in order to thunder, the Bat Sage Golden Thread Clan members who had been oppressed by problems and divine consciousness until Chu Mo finally collapsed their consciousness.

"Yuezu" he staggered back, and there was a feeling in his mind that he had to answer the thunder of Chu Mo. Such a will came to him and couldn't resist it.

"Where is Yuezu!" When Chu Mo approached again, his voice would grow louder.

"Wan Lishan..."

"When will it be enshrined to your family! Chu Mo approached, his voice getting louder and louder, and his golden thread tribe members were bleed in the collapse of their will.

"I don't know for a long time...Ah..." The golden thread tribe finally couldn't help it, and let out a sorrowful cry. He covered his head with his hands. Everyone walked back and screamed. His eyes were blurred and the corners of his mouth were full. Blood, him.

Chu Mo stopped and glanced at the bat holy clan who was staggering backwards. He recovered his spiritual consciousness and the fire after the blood and fire burned. He raised his right hand and waved at the golden thread clansman. This did not leave, and soon the bat holy clan collapsed.

Opened his mouth and swallowed the golden thread tribe fiercely, the phantom disappeared into a snake, and ran to Chu Mo, hanging the plate on its shoulder, sometimes spit out the core.

Chu Mo frowned and stood in the air for a while, pondering.

"The wind is based on this bat holy family, this moon ancestor has been enshrined for a long time, and the time does not match, but it depends on the time I am immortal and how long the outside world has passed.

In "Chu Mo's Thoughts", I think this name seems a bit familiar, but I can't remember where it is. think about it. Chu Mo turned around and walked towards the valley where the Wu Clan was. Before he saw the Wu Clan's valley living on the distant earth, he always didn't think why this Wanli Mountain was familiar, but I can be sure that he had never heard the name of this mountain.

When Chu Mo returned to the valley, he received a grand welcome, and the remaining Wu people came out of the cave. After seeing Chu Mo, everyone knelt down.

"I'm waiting for the abandoned people, claiming to be the fate, and seeing the adults!".

Hundreds of people knelt down, and the voices of hundreds of people merged to form a sound wave that was full of sincerity, gratitude, and even fanatical reverence.

To them, Chu Mo's appearance was like a light in the dark, like a ray of hope in despair.

Chu Mo's body slowly fell from midair, standing in front of the self-proclaimed clan, watching these clothes in tatters, most of the scrawny people, watching the excitement and respect in their eyes.

"Why do you call yourself a Mingzu?" Chu Mo asked calmly.

"Abandoned by the Wu clan, there is no future and no hope, so I created the future by myself, grasped the hope, grasped my own destiny, and called myself the life clan!" Nangong trace was also half kneeling, now raising his head and speaking well.

Chu Mo was silent, his eyes let this person see again. In addition to his enthusiasm and respect, he seems to have flame-like persistence. This is to take control of their own destiny, to become a strong man who decides their destiny, and to inform the witches who abandon them. They... no longer need anyone's sympathy.

There are very few middle-aged and elderly people among these people. In addition to the mature age, there are more children born here. These children are born here. In their thinking, the Wu people are just names. They grew up in the death of one scene of the people. They are still children, but look at Chu Mo's eyes, the same.

It is a destined population. This has nothing to do with the Wu Clan, it is a population that has its own will that the Wu Clan does not have!

This will is still very weak, but if the life race is given enough time for it to grow and this will eventually grows, this population will become very terrifying! "Mo takes the Zun as his master, and Mo just wants to obey the Zun's life!" When Nangong trace gritted his teeth and opened his mouth low, all the Mingzu kneeling behind him made the same sound.

"I yearn for ink, hoping to obey only life!"

The sound was as fierce as a wave, resounding everywhere, for a long time.

"If the life clan has a master, can it also be said to be the life clan?" Chu Mo remained silent, and then slowly spoke for a while.

"Take Mo Zun as the holy spirit and enshrine the icon of Mo, wanting to dedicate eternal life and eternity to the generations!" After leaving a mark, Nangong spoke again.

"How many years have passed since I disappeared?" Chu Mo avoided the request of Nangong trace and asked the question he wanted to know.

"It has been 15 years since Mr. Mo Zun disappeared in Nangong.

"Wucheng is in ruins, and the topography of millions of miles has changed. You are waiting to stay here. Did the others leave that year? Here, what happened in these 15 years?". Chu Mo focused his eyes on Nangong to look at the traces. This was his ultimate goal in the valley here!

Nangong traces had a bitter expression, and slowly spoke after being silent for a while.

"Fifteen years ago, three months after Mo Zun disappeared..." As soon as Nangong Trace said here, suddenly, the snake on Chu Mo's shoulder suddenly raised his head, closed his eyes and suddenly opened and closed, and the cold light appeared at the same time.