Chapter 312
Chapter 311 The Source of Mo Yu's Wisdom
"In my name, summon the Zangling Spirit, reincarnate in the three realms, and engrave my name in all my lives!" The old woman's voice was low and hoarse, like the sound of metal rubbing against metal, which made people's hair stand on end.
Purple smoke filled the air, layer upon layer, covering the old woman.
In the smoke, there were many demon shadows. The hole that was shot by Yi before was still there. From a distance, it looked like a complete purple cloud, but there was a circle missing there.
The evil thoughts of the Zang God hidden in the distance flickered, staring at the demon shadow in the smoke with a sinister look, and tears flowed from the corners of his mouth. In addition to the fact that the Zang God itself was a great supplement for evil thoughts, the Zangling Spirit was also a great supplement.
The point is that because of the natural suppression of the Zang God on the Zangling Spirit, the evil thoughts of the Zang God also had a certain suppression on the Zangling Spirit.
The moonlight suddenly disappeared, a large dark cloud covered the sky, and the space became dark.
"Ah——"
The shrill screams rang out, one after another, followed by the sound of the moon wheel and the wooden stick breaking through the air...
The dark clouds dispersed, and the crescent moon in the west was hanging on the edge of the mountain. A thick layer of dark blue light curtain lit up in the east, and the ruins in the distance gradually made sounds.
The night was about to pass, and the day was coming.
The old woman knelt on one knee, leaning on the wooden stick, her skinny body trembling violently, and the silver bell on her head kept ringing, as if summoning souls, and a pool of black blood was in front of her. The purple smoke behind her dissipated for the most part, and the edge was bumpy. Looking closely, it seemed that there were still tooth marks left.
Zhang Manyue disappeared, and Xu Jingzhe protected Li Haha and the three little kids.
"Grandma, grandma, don't scare me, how are you?" The little girl hugged the old woman's body, and her crystal-like tears flowed in big drops.
The little boy stubbornly did not shed tears. He stood beside the old woman, clenched his little fists tightly, hating himself for being too young to avenge the old woman.
The old woman looked at the two of them kindly, and her hard and slender fingers gently stroked the little girl's thick black hair, comforting her: "Aman, don't cry, grandma is fine, you haven't received the wizard's inheritance yet, grandma will not die."
She murmured again: "Little Aman hasn't grown up yet, hasn't met the man you love, and hasn't married yet. Grandma will live a long, long time, watching you and the man you love walk into marriage together."
The old woman raised her left hand, pulled the little boy to sit beside her, and the little boy gently put his head on the old woman's legs, tears rolling in his eyes.
"Good boy, good boy..."
"The moon is out, bright, bright, dad and mom are far away, far away..." Her voice changed, gentle and beautiful, the soft voice gently stroked the bodies of the two little ones, and took them into sleep.
After Aman and Atong fell asleep, the old woman's old face was full of endless sorrow.
"Why?" Xu Jingzhe was very uneasy and spoke in a deep voice.
Xu Jingzhe had not expected that the old woman would summon the Zangling Spirit to deliberately attract Yi's evil thoughts. By doing so, she undoubtedly exchanged her own life for Xu Jingzhe's temporary safety.
"I would like to ask the God's Messenger to take Xiao A Man with you. When Xiao A Man is sixteen years old, she can return to the Sawu tribe to receive the baptism of wizard inheritance. At that time, she will be very powerful and become your right-hand man."
"Is it worth it for you to do this? Xiao A Man may not be safer with me than with you. I am going to Pangu City, where a continuous battle is waiting for me."
"You take Xiao A Man back, I will find the evil thoughts of the Zang God and kill him here." Xu Jingzhe said.
"Lord God's Envoy, your strength...is not even half a step into the level of a corrupted person, how can you kill the evil thoughts of the Buried God?" The old woman paused, and then said: "It is only because you have the pure breath of the Buried God, he is afraid and loves you, and his strength is not strong enough to kill you instantly, so he follows you like a ghost."
"As for the continuous battles you mentioned, it is nothing to the Sawu tribe. Our ancestors are a race that survived the ancient great god wars. What flows in our blood is bravery and perseverance, not the spirit of cowardice and weakness."
Xu Jingzhe wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old woman. It was disrespectful to the Sawu tribe to interrupt the words of the Lord God's Envoy. However, she had to ask for the obsession in her heart.
"Excuse me, Lord Shenshi, what is your relationship with him, why do you have his strong breath on you?" The old woman's calm voice had some expectations.
Xu Jingzhe frowned slightly, "Whose?"
Since the old woman took action, she has been asking him this question. It was obvious that she was eager to get the answer, but when she felt the breath of that person on the other person, she wanted to kill that person.
Complex emotions intertwined.
"His name is Mo Yu, I passed by here just to see him."
Xu Jingzhe was silent for a long time before he said: "He is dead... I killed him."
"Dead... dead..." For a moment, many complex expressions emerged in the old woman's turbid eyes, and she sighed: "If he is dead, he is dead, it is better to be dead."
She pulled out a delicate silver hairpin from her head, held it tightly in her hand, and crushed it. The broken silver was illuminated by a ray of light that had just risen in the east, with stars and silver flashes.
It seemed to replace the tears that the old woman could no longer shed, mourning everything that had happened between her and Mo Yu. Love or hate, because of Mo Yu's death.
The line was broken!
"Unfaithful person, let him die!"
"Dead, let him die!"
The old woman looked at the rising sun in the east, and at some point, a very gentle smile appeared on her lips: Fifty years ago, Mo Yu appeared in the Sawu tribe. At that time, he was tall and mighty, and he would shine when he stood among the Sawu people..."
She roughly recounted the process of meeting and falling in love with Mo Yu, and later found out how Mo Yu deceived her and made her willingly offer the most precious witch's first night and the ancient wisdom left in the altar.
"Later, I understood that at the beginning, he came for the treasures treasured by the Sawu tribe, but what could I do? At that time, I was already pregnant with Xiao Aman's father, and I could only watch him escape from the Sawu tribe. "
"Respected God's Messenger, I didn't mean to target you at first, but I thought you were his... child, so I was resentful and jealous for a while, so I attacked you. Please forgive my rudeness and ignorance. "The old woman apologized sincerely.
Xu Jingzhe did not dwell on this matter, he only knew that the old woman was also a pitiful person.
When the first rays of morning glow rose in the east, Zhang Manyue came back, splashed with black blood, and still let Yi's evil thoughts of burying the gods escape.
The old woman wiped her tears, knowing that the gears of fate had turned to the end, and how many times could the rusty and corroded gears withstand the hammers of the people.
Closing her eyes, she heard the clanging sound of metal collisions in her ears, and saw in her mind, sparks flying, and gears breaking and flying.
The wizard's life has come to an end, Mo Yu, Mo Yu, you walk on the Naihe Bridge later, I'm here.
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