Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World - Chapter 986

The moment Chu Mo’s fingers pressed against his left pupil, the world in Chu Mo’s left eye turned red. As his hand was applied to his right eye, Chu Mo’s entire world was like hemoglobin blood. It’s burning!

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.

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. stop!

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! stop!

And now in front of him, he witnessed Chu Mo’s performance, and even when Chu Mo played this technique, he gave the golden thread tribe of the Bat Saint tribe an illusion. It’s like this moon worship technique is in 010-. stop!

You have to know that if he wants to use this technique, he must use Yuezu’s power to catch the believer. And most importantly, he just worshipped the moon, and the blood and fire did not burn! stop! 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.

That’s it. What made this bat holy gold thread tribe feel the breakdown of will is that Chu Mo burned blood and fire, and the breath and feeling emitted from there after the September service to the sky actually let this [. //

“Who are you? Who the **** are you? Why did you accept the technique passed down by my Moon Ancestor of the Bat Saint tribe?” The golden thread tribe of the Bat Saint tribe made a hoarse sound on the verge of collapse, and its body retreated quickly.

“This moon worship technique you are talking about is the direct line of the Huoman clan. Who are you?” Chu Mo took a step forward with a gloomy face. Suddenly the knowledge of the gods expanded, forming coercion, and he burned with his own blood and fire. The momentum directly oppressed the Jinxian tribe.

As soon as the golden thread tribe of the “bat saint” was about to speak, he was interrupted by Chu Mo’s words.

“The technique of moon worship, I’m a direct transmission, the only fire in the world is quite a lot. Do you want to ask me?”. Chu Mo’s cynicism followed the trend.

“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 Yuezu you said, and how do you do this technique?” Chu Mo’s words appeared one after another, and the golden thread tribe didn’t give much time to think. Being overwhelmed by that mighty divine consciousness, this Jinxian tribe is now in chaos in his heart, asking questions continuously! ……,

“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 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.

“[0x4e24] He staggered back, the thunder buzzing in his head, Chu Mo’s thunder gave him the feeling that he had to answer, and he couldn’t resist.

“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.

“Long time no see…I don’t know…Ah…” The golden thread tribe finally couldn’t stand it, and screamed, covering his head with his hands, all the members screamed and turned around.

Chu Mo stopped, glanced at the Bat Sage who was staggering backwards, restored his spiritual consciousness and the fire after the blood and fire, and raised his right hand to wave at the golden thread tribe. This did not leave, and soon the consciousness collapsed.

Opened his mouth and swallowed the Jinxian tribe fiercely, the phantom disappeared, and he turned into a snake and went straight 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.

“It’s not the wind…According to this bat saint family, this moon ancestor has been enshrined for a long time, and there is a bit of mismatch in time, but the specific time is the immortal time. It depends on how long the outside world has passed.

The name “0x4e39” seemed a bit familiar in Shen Yin. I don’t know where I was used to it, Chu Mo walked to 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. The future created by myself, I control my own hope and control my own destiny, so I call myself a 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 is based on Zun, and Mo just wants to obey Zun’s life!” As Nangong trace gritted his teeth and opened his mouth low, the Mingzu kneeling behind him all made the same voice. “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 be said that it is the life clan?” Chu Mo shut up and opened it slowly after 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…” Nangong Trace said in a low voice.

“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.