She didn't know who Wei Chuang was and what level he belonged to.

Anyway, Feng Yu Jin's mouth, except for the Holy Emperor and the Eight Zun An, everyone is flatly promoted when they come.

Mo Mo was used to this Feng family's arrogance.

She has been silent since the beginning of the war and has transformed to now even if Feng Yujin is fighting, she can chat with him.

Because the battle belongs to Feng Yujin.

She is just a container, or medium, and has never been responsible for watching.

Wait for a moment and the battle will end.

Just like a big thing, a sleep will always pass.

This state is very uncomfortable at first. After all, I am watching my body fight in an unfamiliar way.

But later it gradually became a daily routine, because the record will always be a complete victory.

So much so, Mo Mo also believes that as long as Feng Yujin comes out, he will fall down soon.

Even this old man in black is indeed very strong...

Mo Mo covered the wound around his waist with his hands, and blood kept overflowing from his fingers.

She looked at the old man with a knife in front of her, felt the peaceful aura around her like a storm before the storm, and felt the pressure for the first time.

"Let's get together." Mo Mo said softly.

"ah?"

"To what the Baizhou Palace Master said, the one you can use your power to the greatest extent is completely ghostly."

"Ah? You didn't say that that is easily taken away by this emperor..."

"Don't talk!"

Mo Mo shook his head gently and seriously interrupted Feng Yujin's answer.

She raised her eyes, glanced at Xuwu, slowly curled up, lowered her head and hugged her knees.

She voluntarily gave up her control of her body, and her soul gradually retreated to the corner of the most edge of the spiritual world, the place where she was once most afraid of being squeezed by Feng Yujin.

The buds are budding and embrace the darkness.

In the void, there was only a quiet sound: "Feng Yujin, defeat him..." ()
Chapter completed!