Chapter 4794 Mo's Ancestors (1)

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Di Ming Jue's eyes swept across the entire second floor, when it landed somewhere on the southeast side.

The pupils contracted suddenly.

I saw a person lying on the big bed with unique shape and elegant color.

a man.

It was clear that just now, his divine sense swept through every corner of the yard, but he did not feel any breath of life.

There is only one possibility.

This is not a living person.

Thinking like this in my heart, the nerves in my whole body became more and more tense.

An extreme sense of unease and oppression silently crept into my heart.

Di Mingjue walked towards the bed step by step.

When he got closer, he could see the face of the sleeping man clearly.

It was exactly the same as the man in the painting at the corner of the stairs.

So, he's the owner of this weird house?

Di Mingjue frowned slightly, his fingertips moved slightly, Jiuyou Hongmengyan flew out of his palm and quickly wrapped around the man on the bed.

Although everything indicates that this is a dead man.

But Di Mingjue had an intuition that this person was very dangerous, even more dangerous than Di Beixuan.

After Jiuyou Hongmengyan completely trapped the person, Di Mingjue stepped forward to inspect the "corpse".

Cold, stiff, but really the touch of human skin.

This is a corpse, but it is more like a corpse that has just died not long ago.

Who is this person?

Di Mingjue was about to wave his hand.

Unpredictable, the man's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of indifferent ice-blue pupils with almost no emotion.

Rao is with Di Mingjue's cold indifference. Seeing this scene, his heart also beat violently.

A low, pleasant, yet icy, unwavering voice came from his ear.

"Are you the only child in Dibei Xuan's mouth who can control the [Spiritual Command]?"

The man sat up slowly.

The [Jiuyou Hongmeng Yan] that was originally bound to him seemed to have encountered some terrifying nemesis.

It shook violently, and then flew back into Di Mingjue's body with a whistle.

Di Mingjue frowned and glanced at the man on the bed again.

His every move was rigid, and there was no mood swings on his face, and he looked like a puppet.

The ice-blue eyes slowly rolled and landed on Di Mingjue's face before slowly saying, "I've been waiting for you here for a long, long time."

Di Mingjue recovered from the shock just now, and his expression returned to a cold and calm expression.

He randomly found a chair beside him and sat down.

This chair is also very strange, spacious and soft, and when you sit down, it seems that the whole person will sink into it.

"It's called a sofa." He heard the man on the bed say indifferently, "It was made by Liu Yin himself."

When the word "liuyin" was mentioned, the coldness in the man's eyes seemed to melt away a little and became soft.

But it also seemed to disappear without a trace in just a moment.

Di Mingjue looked at him, "Who are you?"

The man got up from the bed and sat opposite Di Mingjue.

Although the sitting posture is casual, the appearance is handsome, and the elegance is unparalleled, but the whole person has a sense of disharmony that is rigid and dead.

"My surname is Mo." The man said slowly, "It's called Mo Qingshan. Emperor Jiyu, I think you are familiar with this name, right?"

Although he had already guessed in his heart, when he heard the words "Mo Qingshan", Di Mingjue's pupils could not help shrinking.

Yes, how could he not know who Mo Qingshan is?

Ten thousand years ago, the polar domain, the nether domain, and the demon race were still standing on one another.

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