He and Ling Luoyu are very clear.

Regardless of whether Mo Shiyu was the person they had guessed, a battle between him and Mo Xuanchen was inevitable.

And this time, once he made a move, Mo Xuanchen had to decide the winner after all.

Therefore, the Mojia ancestral hall cannot be preserved.

But if at that time, the two of them shouted according to the usual way to let everyone escape, it is estimated that there are still many people who will go to the ancestral hall to join in the fun.

By then, what awaits them is ashes.

If so, it's better to say nothing.

Just prove it with practical actions like that, follow them, that's right.

In the dust and fog of the ruins, the two figures opened as soon as they touched, like two lightning bolts crashing into the world.

"Three little..."

As soon as Feng Chenglin finished his words, Ling Luoyu had already spotted Mo Xuanchen's figure and walked away.

"Xuanchen..."

Feng Chenglin followed closely: "I saw the figure of that guy just now, it seems that he ran away, could it be that my eyes are dazzled?"

Judging from the falling figures of the two people, Mo Xuanchen was falling straight down, while Mo Shiyu's side seemed to run away from the horsepower and flee into the distance.

Mo Xuanchen didn't speak, just looked at Mo Shiyu's direction.

Feng Chenglin finally sensed something was wrong: "You two... You wouldn't let him go, would you?"

"He's not the Lord of God!" Mo Xuanchen's expression changed: "I have played against the Lord of God, and his ability is under the Lord of God, but it should not be underestimated..."

"There are not many people in the Protoss who can achieve this kind of cultivation. It's not difficult to know who he is..."

After Feng Chenglin finished speaking, he found that both Ling Luoyu and Mo Xuanchen were looking at him.

That look was clearly meant to ask.

He always spread his hands in an instant: "Do you have to think? People with this kind of cultivation are the figures on the top of the pyramid. Just ask that guy Luming, and you will know for sure, no matter how bad it is, there is still that false god. Well"

It is estimated that one of the two of them must know about such a thing.

Even if they don't know, they should be able to find results if they search and ask with their abilities.

"If this person is not the Lord of God..." Ling Luoyu stood with deep eyes.

Before, they had been guessing.

Mo Shiyu is the Lord of God.

The reason is unclear, but judging from his actions and abilities, it completely stands up to the character of the Lord of God.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't him.

"Hey, have you ever thought that that guy is Mo Shiyu, the patriarch of the Mo family?" Feng Chenglin opened his mind again and looked into the distance thoughtfully: "That guy's cultivation... Who cultivated? Why is it so high?"

"Didn't you guys fight?" Ling Luoyu thought about the past, "I remember that you and Mo Shiyu had a deal, and he was still your defeated general. He was before and he is now... But what's the difference? ?"

"They're not alone, they're not the same in any way, except that face that can be disguised!"

Mo Xuanchen must be someone pretending to be Mo Shiyu.

"What I don't understand is, why would someone be willing to pretend to be a small head of the Mo family?"

"This kind of thing is nothing more than money and power," Feng Chenglin pointed to the still-suspended divine stone: "For now, it should be for him!"

Ling Luoyu's heart was moved, and he quickly took out the red silk in the chaotic secluded realm, spinning his fingertips, controlling and driving the red silk to the divine stone.