As soon as I saw the colorful butterfly, Chu Mo’s heart couldn’t help but sigh a little, and there was an ominous premonition.

The color of the butterfly is very dignified, the eyes are a little red and swollen, it seems to cry.

"Son, sorry."

The color of the butterfly, the heart of Chu Mo directly sinks down. He smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, you do your best, the rest, I will do it myself."

"Ah, no, not what you think." The butterfly hurriedly explained: "I know the Gorefiend ancestors hiding place!"

"What?" Chu Mo was suddenly shocked to stand up directly, watching the fairy, "What about you?"

"Speaking long, can the son accompany me to go for a walk?"

Chu Mo nodded: "Good."

Subsequently, the two disappeared silently in the restaurant again.

On a high mountain, the colorful butterfly fairy stands in the foothills, strong winds blow, blowing her long skirt hunting.

She looked at the endless mountains in the distance, and after a long silence, she said quietly: "Master Xian went."

"Well? Is the fairy gone?" Chu Modun was there for a long time, only to whisper: "The festival is sad."

"She left without a word. Only one shackle was left, and she could not live out the second world." The fairy with a sorrowful voice and a sobbing voice: "I thought that even if it was re-formed Butterfly fails, but it will not die."

“It’s a cruel thing to practice.” Chu Mo sighed: “Just like on the road, what we have heard, is always an example of success. For example, those young adults who are amazing, they have resources. And the instruments are unpredictable to ordinary monks. So they can succeed. But more people, all of them are silent and fall on that road. Think about how many people who entered the road, and then came out How many people are there? Fortunately, there are always very few people. Otherwise, they cannot be called lucky."

"I know, I just think, too sudden, I can't accept it." Tears whispered down the cheeks of the colorful butterflies.

Chu Mo silently stood aside, this kind of thing, the comfort that outsiders can give is actually very limited.

Subsequently, the butterfly took a deep breath and told Chu Mo a cosmic coordinate by means of sound. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Before Master died, he should have seen something. Then she left a jade slip to me, in the jade, except for some of her explanations to me, and this cosmic coordinates. Master said that she had always known that Luo Tian had broken the existence of the FDC and knew what the role of the Faction was. But she never thought about interference in the past. Until the Huahua Road, she saw the corner of the future world. She said, The heavens were robbed, blood and fire were everywhere. She didn't want the heavens to become the same as the devil, so she left this thing for me. Tell me, someone will come. Then she left you a sentence. words."

"Well? Is there anything left for me?" Chu Mo had some accidents. He didn't know the butterfly fairy. He could know the existence of the butterfly fairy, or because of the killer of the emperor's eight heavens. I can't figure out why the butterfly fairy will leave a message to myself.

"Master said that Junbentian prides himself, and he is in the yellow, and on the day of enlightenment, he will go to the nine heavens." The colorful butterfly said: "I don't understand the meaning of this sentence very much, but it seems to be related to the identity of the son."

Chu Mo pondered for a moment, then nodded gently: "It seems that before your master turned the road, you did see a lot of things."

The butterfly looked at the ink and said nothing.

Chu Mo said: "What else? Just say, your butterfly family is equal to helping the whole race to be busy, rest assured, and when one day, when it is completely chaotic, I will tell the world and praise the achievements of the butterfly family. At that time, I thought that Butterfly Valley would not need to be closed."

There are a lot of splendor in the eyes of the colorful butterflies, but how many of the wise creatures will like to completely close themselves?

"My master said that I want to be with my son, like the moon, and become a follower of the son." The face of the butterfly is reddish, and some say awkwardly.

Followers, especially those of the opposite sex, represent what the vast majority of monks in the heavens understand. Taking the initiative to follow a person is undoubtedly the same as giving himself to that person.

Chu Mo did not hesitate, because now he has been completely different from the time when he chose to follow him. He already has the qualification to choose followers. He nodded at the moment: "If the fairy does not disappoint, then I am naturally happy to have such a bright follower as the fairy."

The butterfly is very clever, she heard a little other meaning from the words of Chu Mo. It is equal to telling her clearly: rest assured, what I need is your intelligence, your mind. Not beauty.

But in fact, the colorful butterfly really wants to say something to Chu Mo: even if it is something else, I am willing.

Chu Mo then let the butterflies go to the city of Tianyu, because most of them are in the Tiandao Garden of the Tianyu City. Under the protection of the Red Moon and Purple Smoke. Tiandaoyuan itself is not so simple, it is a very powerful force. During this period of time, the Red Moon is constantly gathering the forces of Tiandaoyuan. Today's Tianyu City has a very strong fighting power. Prepare for the war that may come at any time.

I don't know when it started, the cloud of war has enveloped the sky above, and even the entire spiritual world. Everyone has begun to give birth to a glimpse of the fact that the war that has been far away from them for a long time is coming.

The big family is doing all kinds of preparations, and the small and medium-sized families feel that they have nothing to prepare, either to stand up or to cross. Anyway, in the end, it must be united. But at the moment, no one is doing this. Because there are too many problems involved.

Therefore, the entire heavenly world, the vast majority of small and medium-sized families, are all waiting to see. I’m talking about all kinds of news.

Chu Mo came out of the magical world and returned to the Qin family again. In the face of the enthusiasm of the three ancestors of the Qin family, and some high-profile Qin family executives, Chu Mo did not want to stay more.

However, before leaving the Qin family, Chu Mo asked: "Yes, what is the father of Qin Shi?"

When this sentence came out, there was a cold scene, and no one answered.

The ancestors of the three literate generations did not know at all. The other people were all stunned, even a few people, and their eyes were still dodging. It seemed that there was a ghost in their hearts.

Chu Mo slightly frowned, although this matter is not directly related to him, but Qin Shi is a person around him. If he is so confused, he feels sorry for Qin poetry in his heart.

Qin Liexing frowned and looked at Qin Wenzong, the master of the Qin family. Shen Sheng said: "What happened?"

Qin Wenzong, the master of the Qin family, is also a lord of the nine heavens, but at this moment, like a child who made a mistake, he whispered: "The thirteen brothers he abolished."

"Hmmm?" Qin Liexing immediately picked up his eyebrows. Shuguang Sen stared at Qin Wenzong coldly, and the cold voice squeezed out of his teeth: "Homeowner, he is your brother!"

Qin Lie Shui and Qin Lieyang both fell cold.

Between the three brothers, the most important thing is the family, and the family concept in the bones is quite strong. Therefore, it is impossible to see the kind of "brothers and walls" happening.

"No, three ancestors, you misunderstood me, not what you thought." Qin Wenzong sighed and said: "The thirteen brothers encountered a strong enemy in the process of going out to perform tasks last year."

"Speaking people!" Qin Liexing's temper is irritable, and people are too clever, even if there are two outsiders in Chu Mo and Fudu, there is no face left for the family. His voice was cold, his attitude was tough, and he looked at Qin Wenzong coldly: "When you are there, are these people fools? Say, who did it!"

"I haven't found it yet." Qin Wenzong, the head of a big tribe, is also the emperor of the nine heavens. At the moment, it is like a child, and he is aggrieved and afraid to resist it.

"I didn't find it?" Qin Liexing's gaze swept a circle in the middle of the Qin family's high-rise, and then directly grabbed a few people, instantly sealed it and threw it on the ground in front of him. He asked coldly: "Yes. Do you do it?"

"Oh, my ancestors!"

"You swear me, I am not doing it!"

"This matter has nothing to do with me. Second ancestor."

"Star ancestor, I don't know anything."

Qin Lie Xing was furious and pointed to these few people and said: "You dare to use the life of the gods to swear, this matter has nothing to do with you? If there is a relationship, then give your life Yuanshen on the spot, you dare?"

Three people were silent on the spot, their eyes were dodging, their heads were low, and they stopped talking.

But there is an old man who seems to be in his fifties. He is an elder of the Qin family, but he still says aloud: "Star ancestor, I really don't know anything."

"You, dare to swear?" Qin Liexing asked coldly.

"Dare, I dare to swear, if I participated in the murder of Qin Yuzong, let my life gods burst and die!" The old man said with a strong face.

The vow of the monk is very heavy. The average person really does not dare to swear, especially the kind of vows that are against the heart, and even dare not send it casually. But the old man, but did not know what to think, even dared to send this poison oath.

It was just that everyone thought that this thing might have nothing to do with him. When he was shackled, he heard a scream of screaming, coming from the old man’s throat.

Then there is a bang!

The head of the old man bursts instantly!

His god, directly broken into countless pieces of the gods!

In a hurry, Chu Mo and the three ancestors of the ancestors jointly shot, and sealed the power of the old gods explosion to a certain extent. Otherwise, this time, the Qin family at the scene was half dead.

All of them were scared and stupid, and they could not return to God for a long time.

At this time, Fudu whispered a Buddha number: "Amitabha, vowed that this thing, can not be messed up." To be continued