Chapter 89 You talk too much? (Ch 89)

Mo Yingchen ignored the Blood Spirit Evil’s endless chatter.

He turned around and his eyes fell on Redding and Xu Wen who were walking towards him.

The two of them had an expression of irrepressible excitement on their faces, mixed with a hint of indescribable confusion.

Mo Yingchen naturally understood what they were thinking and nodded slightly, confirming their guess.

Redding and Xu Wen’s eyes lit up instantly, flashing with excitement.

“Wait! You said you reached the top? Then tell me, what was the scenery at the top of the mountain?”

The sharp voice of the Blood Spirit rang out again, breaking the brief tacit understanding.

Mo Yingchen didn’t want to pay attention to this endless entanglement.

But everyone around him focused their eyes on him, their eyes full of inquiry.

He thought for a moment and then spoke slowly: “On the top of the mountain is a platform made of bones, with a skeletal throne standing in the center.”

“Haha, I found your loophole, your lie is self-defeating! Lord Motian just said in person that there is no such thing as a skeleton throne on the top of the mountain!”

Xue Lingsha was very proud, his voice full of sarcasm.

Mo Yingchen was extremely annoyed. He raised his hand slightly, and the phantom thorn hidden in the shadow instantly appeared behind Xue Lingsha.

The short blade of hell cut through the air, bringing with it a biting chill, and went straight to take the life of the Blood Spirit Demon.

Blood Spirit Evil, kill!

Let you talk nonsense?

You kept making a lot of noise before I went up.

After you come down, you still dare to continue making noise.

It’s really a dead end!

Immediately afterwards, the Black Warrior’s resurrection skill was activated, and a strange black mist spread over the Blood Spirit’s corpse.

When the black fog dissipated, the Blood Spirit Evil had transformed into a black warrior wearing full black armor and carrying a huge sword, standing respectfully behind Mo Yingchen.

This sudden change made the originally noisy scene instantly quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.

“Third level black warrior?”

“It’s actually true! This human can actually summon a third-level black warrior! Then…he may really reach the top!”

“Humans… did you really see the throne of bones with your own eyes at the top of the mountain?”

A voice broke the silence and asked in a disbelieving tone.

Mo Yingchen was shocked to hear that there was someone who was not aware of the danger and came to interrogate him.

With a cold snort, with unquestionable majesty: “Of course, do I need to lie?”

“Then why didn’t the divine gift come?”

Another voice asked, its tone full of unwillingness.

Mo Yingchen was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

God’s gift is the power fed back from the Throne of Bones.

Now that the throne has been refined by myself, where did it come from as a gift from God?

A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: “Then… I really don’t know.”

After saying this, he glanced at Redding and Xu Wen, signaling them to leave, and turned to go.

“No, you can’t leave! You have to make your words clear!”

“That’s right, you can’t leave. Tell me clearly, where did our God’s gift go?”

Two brave members of the Shadow Clan even stepped forward and tried to block Mo Yingchen’s way.

The black warrior’s giant sword was unsheathed, flashing with cold light.

With a sweeping blow, with the force of thunder, the two Shadow Clan members were cut in half!

Blood gushed out, staining the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

“If you want to know why the God’s Gift disappeared, go up and find out for yourself. Don’t complain to me here.”

Mo Yingchen kept walking, and his cold words were clearly heard by everyone present.

Under the powerful intimidation of the third-level black warrior, the crowd in front of Mo Yingchen automatically made way.

No one dared to stop it.

Even Motian, who was originally preparing to take action, hesitated for a moment and finally stopped.

The third-level black warrior… Even if he played all his cards and could win, he would probably pay a heavy price.

He Motian didn’t want to withdraw from this trial so early…

He watched helplessly as Mo Yingchen, Redding and Xu Wen left under the protection of the black warrior.

All that was left was the mess on the ground and the lingering shock and confusion in everyone’s hearts.

……

Next to the broken wall, Mo Yingchen, Xu Wen and Lei Ding stood side by side.

Mo Yingchen stared at the graceful figure in the air with a serious expression.

The man was wearing a moon-white robe embroidered with intricate and mysterious silver patterns, which glowed faintly in the sunlight.

His figure is tall and slender, like a proudly standing pine tree.

Her long black hair casually draped over her shoulders added a touch of unruly style.

Immortal clan!

The successor of the Immortal Emperor!

Xuan Ming Yu is known as the most powerful genius among the young generation of the time!

This person’s talent is so high that it is outrageous.

All the cultivation records in the textbooks of human students were created by him, without exception.

Mo Yingchen secretly felt the aura emitted by the Xuanming Jade.

powerful!

It’s so powerful!

The overwhelming pressure was as heavy as a mountain, making it almost impossible to breathe, and a sense of powerlessness that was difficult to resist arose in the heart.

Mo Yingchen quickly estimated in his mind that if he wanted to fight him, he would probably have to use soul control to have a chance of winning.

Xuan Mingyu’s gaze fell on Mo Yingchen, who was on full alert, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, outlining a faint smile.

His body moved, like a light feather, and slowly fell to the side of the three people.

Mo Yingchen’s pupils suddenly contracted, his muscles tensed, and he stared at Xuan Ming Yu.

On Xuan Mingyu’s handsome face, a pair of deep eyes were as bright as stars, flashing an elusive light.

He nodded slightly towards Mo Yingchen, then stretched out a slender jade-like hand, and spoke in a gentle voice like jade beads falling on a plate: “Excuse me for disturbing you, my name is Xuan Mingyu.”

Mo Yingchen was stunned. This Xuanming Jade was not as high and mighty and arrogant as the rumors said.

On the contrary… a little too polite?

Mo Yingchen hesitated for a moment, then reached out and shook hands with Xuanming Yu.

It felt cold to the touch, but it carried a strange power that shocked people.

“Are you also here to find out why the God’s Gift disappeared?”

Xuan Mingyu smiled. The insolence and confidence revealed in his smile made Mo Yingchen feel that this was the attitude that the immortals should have.

How can you be called an immortal if you don’t turn your nose up to the sky and always fly in the sky and look down at all living beings?

It has to be admitted that for a long time, the immortals have left such an arrogant impression on other races.

“I don’t even care about the divine gift from the backlash of the Skeleton Throne’s power.” Xuan Mingyu’s tone was calm, but it carried an unquestionable domineering aura.

“Besides…Hasn’t the Skeleton Throne been refined by you and become the exclusive carrier of your human race? How can it be a gift from God?”

This one sentence revealed the truth, causing Mo Yingchen’s pupils to shrink suddenly.

Did he see it with his own eyes… or did he infer it on his own?

Either way, it’s frightening…

“I came here for you, Mr. Mo.” Xuan Mingyu’s eyes were burning.

Mo Yingchen became even more confused and signaled him to continue with his eyes.

“There is a forbidden area on the edge of the trial ground. Every time the trial ground is opened, my immortal race and spirit race will each select one person to explore it.”