MTL - Martial Peak-Chapter 5974 Long journey

Strictly speaking, this second expedition was carried out on the premise that the human race was not fully prepared.

This kind of preparation is not a face-up of the mentality, but the accumulation of strength.

It can be seen only from the results now, if Zhang Ruoxi hadn't been born out of the sky, and if there hadn't been the support of the Xiaoshi tribe's army, this time the expedition, the Human race had actually been defeated.

According to the original plan, Mi Jinglun was already preparing to withdraw his troops, waiting for Yang Kai to return, and leading the remaining human race to the distant new world. Once the human race remnant army retreats, this world will definitely be controlled by the Mo family.

Is the human race not working hard enough? Is it because the heavens and the earth are not lucky enough to favor the human race?

Neither.

A race can explode huge potential at the juncture of life and death. In just a few thousand years, the human race has developed from the dilemma of the year to this point. It is the limit that it can regain three thousand lost ground and not return.

If the human race didn't work hard enough, they wouldn't have today's background, if the heaven and earth luck did not favor the human race, there would not be those cradles of the open heaven realm.

However, facing the behemoth of the Mo Clan, after all, he still has to rely on his strength to speak.

The time left for the Human Race is still too short. Whether the Human Race is ready or not, this expedition is imperative.

Because Mo is about to wake up.

In such a situation, proactive attack is better than passive defense.

In the past few years, after a series of battles, under the baptism of war, the various armies of the human race have long been condensed into a whole, but it is still not enough.

The war is still going on.

After a short period of weighing, Mi Jinglun gave up his plan to support the Xiaoshi clan, because the current battle is not over, and the Xiaoshi clan's forces are sufficient to deal with it. After this big battle, there are more dangerous battles waiting for the human army.

The existing army of the human race must recharge for the coming moment!

In the battlefield, groups of dazzling light of purification continued to erupt, flooding the vast void, and under the light of purification, not only the escaping ink power was dissipated, but even the Mo tribe army was shrouded in it. It also hurts soldiers and generals, and its vitality is greatly injured.

The current fighting situation is extremely bad for the Mo people.

There are no more reinforcements in the Great Forbidden of Chutian, and even the kings do not dare to approach the gap easily to check the situation, for fear that Zhang Ruoxi will see it and cause a murderous disaster.

On the contrary, on the side of Xiaoshi Clan, there is still a steady stream of reinforcements coming out of the void tunnels, constantly pulling out into the battlefield...

Although the Mo Clan still has tens of millions of troops, it is difficult to form an effective resistance after the few kings and pseudo-lords are killed by the eight nine-rank Xiaoshi clan.

The two giant gods rushed into a rampage, and the eight ninth-rank little stone clan also shattered like bamboo.

A neat little Shi clan army outflanked it in all directions.

The encirclement is constantly shrinking, and the vitality of a large number of Mo people dissipates at every moment.

It won't take long for the small Shi clan army to destroy the Mo clan army scattered outside the Great Forbidden City.

…

There is also a war going on in the 2306th world, where the original source of Mozhi is located.

Mu's silhouette blocked many Mo disciples in this world by its own strength, so that Yang Kai could feel at ease to seal the origin of the town.

The door of Xuan Min was sacrificed, and the door opened a gap. In the closed land, the origin of ink gushed out.

Just like every time the town was closed before, the source seemed to be drawn by an inexplicable force, rushing towards the crack of the door.

Similar scenes have been experienced many times, and Yang Kai is not surprised.

According to the animal husbandry, the door of Xuan Mi is a treasure born from the heavens and the earth. The first light in the world was born outside the door, and the first darkness was born behind the door.

That ray of light symbolizes all the light and beauty in this world. It is not bound by the door of Xuan Mi, and has left after birth, but the darkness born in the door of Xuan Mi cannot easily leave.

Until this initial darkness gave birth to its own consciousness in the accumulation of endless years.

That's ink!

Therefore, for Mo, the Xuan Miao Gate naturally has the power to seal it, which is why Mu hid the Xuan Mi Gate in the original world.

Only the gate of Xuan Min can seal the origin of Mo.

There were no accidents in the previous lockdowns. When the gate of Xuan Mi was sacrificed and the cracks opened, the origins of those worlds were introduced into it.

This time, however, the situation was a little different.

Yang Kai could obviously perceive that Mo's original source was struggling very violently, as if he had his own consciousness and wanted to get rid of the traction of the mysterious gate.

However, it is only a source of power after all, and it is difficult to resist the power of the mysterious gate.

When that source of origin was about to flood into the entrance, a pair of eyes suddenly opened in the dark power.

It was an indescribable pair of eyes, which seemed to contain all the darkness in the world. Being stared at by these eyes, Yang Kai couldn't help but feel cold all over his body.

Fortunately, in just an instant, the source disappeared in the entrance, and the chilling feeling disappeared without a trace.

"It's almost reaching the limit!" Yang Kaixinsheng Mingwu.

In this journey, he has traveled more than two thousand worlds and successfully sealed the origin of almost one thousand copies of ink.

Mu divided the power of Mo's origin into three thousand parts, and sealed them in three thousand different universes. Although there were many twists and turns and accidents on his own journey, he had successfully sealed the town a lot.

This amount is almost 30% of Mo Yuanyuan, and it can be said to be fruitful.

The greater the number of origins of the closed town, the greater the impact on ink.

Even if Mo fully regained consciousness at this time, his strength would have fallen sharply due to the origin of the defect, and would no longer be at its peak.

But it is still not enough. After all, Mo is the legendary powerhouse of Creation Realm. Before confronting him head-on, no one knows how powerful he is. Even if he loses more than 30% of his origin, his remaining power may not be what he is now. The human race can contend!

What made him a little relieved was that he learned some news about Zhang Ruoxi from Wu Kuangna.

Wu Kuang's perception of the outside world was not very clear, so not only Yang Kai found the information he found out to be unbelievable, but even Wu Kuang himself could not be sure.

Anyway, I have to speed up here! Before Mo fully awakens, he will seal the town as much as possible, even if there is only one more!

"Senior!" Yang Kai closed the door of Xuan Mi, turned and drank low.

Mu Wenyan, who was helping him resist countless Mo disciples, came to him, lifted a palm, and patted it lightly.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the angry roars of many Mo disciples, Yang Kai turned into a stream of light and went away into the sky!

…

In the original world, Xiao Eleven's illness became more and more serious, and his small body would be as cold as ice for a while, and hot as magma for a while.

He was able to maintain his awakeness at first, but by this time, he was in a coma most of the time, and the time to stay awake was getting shorter and shorter.

In his coma, the nightmare continued, which made him tremble with horror.

Mu has been by his side, taking good care of him.

Until one time he woke up, Xiao Eleven opened his eyes, and at a glance he saw the shepherd sitting on the side of the bed hugging him.

As if perceiving the movement, Mu looked down, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

She hasn't had a good rest for some time.

"Wake up?" Mu said, his voice was extremely dry.

Looking at the bloodshot eyes in Mu's eyes, Xiao Eleven felt sorrow and grief in his heart, and astringent feelings poured into his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

He turned his head, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, and gave a soft hush.

Mu stretched out his hand and stroked Xiao eleven's forehead, felt it for a moment, and said with joy: "The fever is gone, how do you feel now?"

Xiao eleven was silent for a moment before saying: "It's much better."

Mu smiled and retracted his hand: "That's good, and if you sleep well, it should be fine."

Xiao eleven said: "Sister Six, I don't want to sleep." He has enough sleep.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to drink porridge."

The two unrelated brothers and sisters live on the edge of this prosperous city. Mu has cooked many delicious things for Xiao Eleven, but at this moment, he most wants to eat the white rice porridge cooked by Liu Jie.

That was the first food he woke up in this world.

"Okay." Mu raised his hand and scratched his nose affectionately, then stood up and said, "Then wait for me."

Xiao eleven was silent.

The porridge was cooked quickly, and Mu brought in the casserole for cooking the porridge, and was about to serve Xiao Eleven a bowl, but saw that Xiao Eleven got off the bed, sat at the table, and swept the casserole in front of him. .

Mu Shixiao: "Want to eat so much? Be careful to break your stomach."

Xiao eleven angrily said: "I want to eat, want you to control?"

Mu helplessly said: "Well, I will give you food, if you can't finish it, be careful I will spank you."

Xiao Eleven couldn't help but tighten his butt, and blushed, "I'm not a kid anymore, don't just spank me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu then raised his hand and pressed his nose up, and Xiao Eleven's face immediately showed a pig nose shape.

Xiao eleven shook his head in irritation, sniffed and said, "You are a kid, always playing with these childish things!"

Mu covered his mouth and laughed, no longer teasing him, and handed over the wooden spoon he had brought.

Xiao Eleven picked up the wooden spoon, held the casserole and started to drink porridge.

Mubian sat quietly and looked at him, and said from time to time: "Drink slowly, be careful, and no one will grab you."

Sometimes he wiped the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Eleven was drinking the porridge. The temperature of the freshly cooked white porridge was very high. The hot Xiao Eleven kept inhaling, his face flushed, and there was a rush of heat on his head.

I drank a pot of porridge for about half an hour, and finally drank it. The bottom of the pot was scraped clean, and there was no soup left.

Mu Probe looked at it and said jokingly: "If you eat well every time, I will save the effort of washing dishes."

Xiao eleven touched her round belly and made a grimace at her: "Then you are going to be a lazy woman. Be careful not to marry later."

Mu raised his hand and knocked on his head: "If you marry or not, go out, it's not you who have the final say."

Xiao Eleven held his head in his hands and said aggrieved: "You hit me again, I'm still a patient!"

Mu raised his hand to knock again, and finally touched his head lightly.

Xiao eleven lowered his head.

The atmosphere became silent.