The son-in-law of medicine and Taoism

The moment the plane barrier collapsed, the aura of heaven and earth, hundreds of times greater than that of the ancient martial world, instantly poured into the whole world!

However, the terrifying space formed by the collapse of the plane made countless people tremble. Although the amazing spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into the world, countless people only had fear in their hearts.

No one knows what terrible things are hidden in the bottomless world outside the plane!

And at the same time as the plane shattered, Mo Qingcang suddenly erupted with an astonishing aura, instantly shaking the surrounding people away, and the whole person was suspended in mid-air!

Afterwards, Mo Qingcang's palms were connected with seals, and blood-colored lines appeared beside him, those lines were obscure and astonishing!

"That is, the art of drawing blood?"

Looking at the blood-colored lines, Sheng Yuan's pupils couldn't help shrinking. What Mo Qingcang used at this time turned out to be the legendary technique of drawing blood!

At this moment, no matter Sheng Yuan or the chiefs of the ancient clans present, they all felt their scalps go numb, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end!

Could it be that Mo Qingcang did not hesitate to gamble millions of Mo people, not because he wanted to break the plane and take the last step, but to attract something in?

At this thought, everyone just felt a chill go straight to the top of their heads!

Is there something outside the plane?

"Using blood as a guide, all the gods and spirits trapped outside the plane, please descend, and return to this world that belongs to you!"

Mo Qingcang's voice resounded all over the world, every word and every word, like a thunderstorm hitting everyone's heart fiercely, at this moment, countless people only felt that their breathing stopped.

It seemed like a suffocating ritual, to bring something back.

A hint of understanding rose in Sheng Yuan's heart. Could it be that Mo Qingcang wanted to lure the gods and demons who left the ancient martial arts world in ancient times?

Time seems to freeze at this moment!

Countless eyes stared at Mo Qingcang, but there seemed to be no movement in that dark passage, and there was deathly silence outside the plane.

Even Mo Qingcang's originally crazy face slowly froze at this moment.

Except for the aura of heaven and earth pouring into the world far beyond the ancient martial world, the passage was eerily quiet.

At this time, the demon body crashed down, and Ye Tian's sight was also attracted by Mo Qingcang's figure. He also did not expect that Mo Qingcang, at the cost of the entire ancient martial arts world, was just to attract some kind of The power returns.

Outside the plane, it seems that certain things are really blocked, and those things, no accident, are the many gods and demons who tore the plane and left the ancient martial world back then!

"I'm afraid the gods and spirits you are looking forward to will not be brought back by your blood attraction technique!"

Ye Tian's voice sounded slowly, and at this moment, a steady stream of heaven and earth spiritual energy poured into the plane, and Ye Tian's strength was also rising.

"It's you... what did you do?"

At this moment, Mo Qingcang's eyes no longer had the original madness. Looking at the dead silence in the dark passage, Mo Qingcang seemed to have understood.

"Just now, with the power of the World Seed, I almost explored the entire plane!"

"Including the place outside the plane, there seems to be a whole piece of dry bones, as if it has fallen for thousands of years..." Ye Tian's voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting Mo Qingcang. top of the head.

"Impossible, impossible..."

Mo Qingcang's voice was almost insane, the matter of the Mo tribe had been planned for hundreds of thousands of years, but he never expected that once the plane barrier was broken, it would turn out to be such a result.

After that great battle that year, the entire world of the ancient martial arts world was almost destroyed, and all the masters of the ancient gods and demons left, leaving only a few god-level masters to stay behind!

Those god-level masters who stayed behind fell one after another in the next hundreds of thousands of years, and the god-level master of the Mo tribe was the last one to fall among all of them!

Before that god-level master fell, there was iron evidence that those god-fiend masters who left back then seemed unable to adapt to another world and returned to this plane again.

However, the entire plane had been sealed off at that time, and those masters of gods and demons couldn't break the barrier of the plane from the outside.

The Mo people have been planning for a long time, hundreds of thousands of years, and they have only one purpose, which is to smash the plane and lure the masters of gods and demons to return, and the technique of attracting blood is like a contract. Once the masters of gods and demons return to the plane, the ink clan will stand