"[Words are few, congratulations on your affectation.]What appeared in front of Xiao Chen was the elderly Mo. In an instant, he shielded Xiao Chen behind him, blocking the killing intent coming from the blood-colored huge tree.
"Fought throughout eight desolates, hot blood remains, the trouble left by my generation should still be resolved by me, some blood debts need to be washed!"
The voice of Elder Mo reverberated like the thundering of heavenly drums, at this moment his thin figure, which resembled a withered tree, seemed to be rejuvenating, visually becoming plump at a high speed, his white hair turned black again, each hair gleaming with a dark crystal radiance, in an instant, his old figure disappeared, what appeared in front of everyone was a middle-aged warrior.
