Yi Luo landed on the ground and became a monument. Mo Qiong looked at Sandaime and the others and found that they had all woken up.
Divinity was returned to the subconscious.
Mo Qiong heaved a sigh of relief and descended from the sky. At the same time, Lord Gou's tombstone also circled around Mo Qiong, probably telling him to quickly change himself back.
It was over. Yi Luo's lifespan had reached its limit, and even her anomalies had fallen out.
Mo Qiong walked forward and bent down to pick up the yellow ore.
First, he had to restore Master Gou. Then, he had to turn Sandaime and the others back into tombstones. After all, these ancient assassins didn't have much time left.
"Wait a moment …" Sandaime suddenly said.
"Hm?" Mo Qiong stopped his hand that was reaching towards the anomaly and turned to look at the Sandaime.
The Sandaime was just about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.
At the same time, Mo Qiong had goosebumps all over his body. After today's series of sword fights, his reflexes had been greatly trained. One had to know that if an official member did not lack money, it was normal for them to be supported by Taaffeite.
Mo Qiong did not use any heaven-defying methods such as banishment. Instead, he was completely immersed in the battle of close quarters combat, and it had become a conditioned reflex for the sharp blades to pierce his body.
It could be said that fighting with various assassins was an intense training for Mo Qiong.
At this moment, he felt a bone-piercing cold on the side of his neck. He hurriedly leaned back.
Someone wanted to assassinate him? Who was it? The seven ancient assassins were all in his field of vision, so the attacker from the side …
Yi Luo?
"Pu!"
There was no time to block it. Mo Qiong instinctively dodged, but he did not manage to dodge it completely.
The sharp hidden blade stabbed into Mo Qiong's neck from the side and cut open his windpipe.
This attack was originally aimed at an artery. Mo Qiong instinctively leaned back and managed to avoid being hit in a vital spot.
"Chi!"
When Mo Qiong felt the hidden blade at his throat, his heart hardened and he continued to retreat.
The hidden blade tore through his skin and came out from his neck.
Mo Qiong's throat immediately started leaking air, and all of this air was concentrated and sprayed towards Yi Luo.
Yi Luo's face was sprayed with natural gas, and his eyes couldn't help but shut tightly from the cold. However, he didn't switch back to the stone. Enduring the extreme cold, he closed his eyes and pounced towards Mo Qiong.
He could not see Mo Qiong clearly and could only assassinate based on his instincts.
Mo Qiong was finally able to free himself. As he leaned back, he raised his leg and kicked Yi Luo in the chest, sending her flying tens of meters away before crashing heavily onto a huge rock in the desert.
"You... Cough cough cough..." Mo Qiong was just about to say that the fellow was feigning death when he coughed violently.
His windpipe had been cut, and he could only breathe through the wound on his neck.
His lungs heaved up and down as he frantically sucked in air from his neck. All sorts of things that had not been filtered were sucked into his trachea, causing him great pain.
Mo Qiong hurriedly poured out half a catty of seawater that he always had on him and covered his face with it. Only then did he feel comfortable.
It didn't matter if his trachea was cut, he just needed to stop breathing.
"You're called Yi Luo, right … Not bad, you're more like it." The Sandaime clapped his hands and nodded.
Yi Luo was naturally pretending to be dead. At the end, he purposely showed madness and despair, but in reality, he did not give up.
In order to gain Mo Qiong's trust, he even threw away all of his anomalies, so he couldn't use rocks to withstand the cold air earlier.
He had even awakened all the ancient assassins, just to make Mo Qiong believe that he had been forced to turn into stone.
All of this was for the sake of getting another chance to close in and kill him.
"Sha!" Yi Luo completely ignored his injuries and charged forward once again.
Mo Qiong's dagger flew out. He didn't even try to dodge, and the dagger pierced his forehead.
Even after the dagger had pierced his head, he didn't stop and continued charging until he was 1 meter away from Mo Qiong.
Sometimes, even if a person's head was cut off, they would still be able to charge forward.
Mo Qiong sighed, causing the seawater in his Might to bubble up.
He didn't try to dodge, because Yi Luo was already dead.
In fact, he had even been forcefully turned into a stone statue halfway through, maintaining his charging posture with his right hand extended forward.
"After his failed mid-air attack, he only had a few seconds left. He didn't waste those last few seconds and took the initiative to throw away the Earth Mang, just to wait for you to give him another chance to assassinate you." The Sandaime explained.
Mo Qiong shook his head, he couldn't say anything right now.
The Sandaime solemnly walked in front of Yi Luo's frozen statue and used his finger to draw a spiral pattern on it.
Although he didn't approve of his reason for fighting, he did approve of his determination.
This was a simple ceremony they used to mourn for their fallen brother.
"May the Light of Truth shine." After the Sandaime finished drawing, he drew something that looked like an eye on Yi Luo's forehead, and then drew a few lines around it to show that it was radial.
Mo Qiong's pupils shrank, this pattern … was so familiar.
Two lines spiraled upwards, surrounded by stars, with a pattern on the left and right. At the top, there was an eye that bloomed like the sun.
Heavenly Will Painting?
"Eh! Gugugu! Gugugu? " Mo Qiong wanted to ask, but with his trachea cut off, he couldn't make a clear sound even after spitting out the last breath in his lungs.
The Might of the Seawater continued to bubble, the Sandaime and the others had no idea what he was talking about.
The Sandaime bent down to pick up the yellow ore and said, "I know what you want to ask. Just now, I asked you to wait, not to cover for him to ambush you, but to remind you that there's a price to pay for using the Earth Mang."
"Gugugu!" Mo Qiong waved his hand, he wasn't asking about this.
The Sandaime nodded and said, "En, I know you don't care about the price, but there's no need for that. The reason why I'm helping you is because this generation's Assassins have already lost their principles, I'm worried … that they're secretly doing something very taboo, such as deifying the entire human race … "
"This … is most likely the reason why Yi Luo wanted to kill you even at the cost of his own life. He doesn't want you to know some of his secrets"
"Gugugu …" Mo Qiong was no longer angry, he could only make a 'please do as you please' gesture.
The Sandaime smiled and restored Lord Gou with a thought.
"I only have one minute left, tell your boss to come see me" Saying so, the Sandaime turned the seven ancient Assassins, including himself, back into tombstones and remained motionless.
They wanted to preserve this final minute. You want to know the Assassins' secrets? Sure, tell the boss of the Blue White Society to come see me.
Mo Qiong looked at the anomaly on the ground and didn't touch it.
Since the Sandaime had already done it, he didn't need to touch it. He had already guessed the side effects, which was basically turning him into a rock forever.
Following that, Lord Gou dug around the sand to look for the items he dropped.
After finding some medicine, he applied it to Mo Qiong.
Mo Qiong glanced at Lord Gou's naked body. Lord Gou was surprised, then remembered that he was still naked, so he immediately punched Mo Qiong's chin.
"Bam!" Mo Qiong was sent flying a few dozen meters away, his chin was broken on the spot, his breath coming out of his mouth.
By the time he got up, Lord Gou had already wrapped a few rags around himself and squeezed out some medicine to treat his wounds.
"…" Mo Qiong rolled his eyes and closed them.
Two minutes later, a fleet of helicopters arrived at the scene.
"Mo Qiong! Is two tons of strong acid enough!? "Olga shouted from the helicopter.
Mo Qiong continued to close his eyes and pretend to be dead. Lord Gou pointed his middle finger upwards and said: "Come down and clean the floor!"
Seeing Mo Qiong 'unconscious', Olga thought that he was about to die, so she quickly grabbed a doctor and jumped down from the sky.
About ten minutes later, Olga who had already understood the situation said: "So it's like this … the Assassins are having an internal conflict?"
"It's not an internal conflict, it's a clash of ideals" Lord Gou had already put on his clothes and returned to his adult form.
Mo Qiong's trachea had been restored, so he spoke with a hoarse voice: "Just now … I recognized the drawing that the Sandaime drew, it's the Mo family's Heaven's Will"
"Ah? What does this have to do with the Mo family? "Lord Gou asked curiously.
Mo Qiong shrugged and said: "How would I know, I wanted to ask at that time, but I couldn't speak."
"If it's just a spiral and an eye, it's fine, but the problem is that there's a compass and a ruler on the left and right, isn't that the symbol of the Mo family?"
Lord Gou shook his head and said: "The compass and ruler are also the symbol of free stonemasonry, hmm … free stonemasonry was also created by the Little Brother Guild."
"Looking at the time, the Little Brother Guild appeared after the Mo family … Hey, did the Mo family tell you that they spread the Dao to the west?"
Mo Qiong recalled and said: "No, only the bird Slid Li brought Zhurong's feather to the far west."
"Did they come back?" Lord Gou asked.
"They came back, but they went missing later on" Mo Qiong said.
As they spoke, the two of them looked at each other in silence.
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