Chapter 1283 Red Armor King Seal
At this moment, the beasts had already rushed to the giant's feet, and Wang Chunhua's figure also appeared in front of the beasts...
Zhao Yin flipped his hand and took out the Emperor Five Elements Bead. All the SSS-level purple crystals in the space bracelet were ready...
Zhao Yin raised his head and looked at the human-shaped shadow...
I finally understood why the humanoid formation mentioned by Qinglang was called the Mo Di Formation!
King Mo!
The greatest king of all time, his strength and contributions to the human race are not inferior to those of the ancient human emperor who once disappeared.
Its influence on later generations of human beings even surpasses that of ancient emperors!
The old man who Zhao Yin regarded as his senior mentor.
It was him!
At this moment, anger rose in Zhao Yin's calm eyes.
"Are you also worthy to fight in his image?"
Zhao Yin felt that the Silver Armor Rebels' use of the Emperor Mo's formation was an insult to King Mo!
……
At this moment!
The ninth domain, above the ninety-ninth Black Armor Fortress.
A human-shaped shadow that is invisible to ordinary people stands above the city’s protective energy shield.
Millions of humans didn't feel anything.
A spirit-detecting mirror was hung high above the general's mansion.
Even if a foreign god arrives, he will not be able to escape the detection of the spirit mirror.
But at this moment, the soul-searching mirror was completely silent...
Even Marshal Li Qing, who was sitting under a green lamp, quietly reading a book on ancestral formations, did not notice anything about this.
"Why don't you see that Zhao Yin kid?"
The imaginary old man frowned and murmured with a hint of anxiety in his tone.
If Zhao Yin were here, he would definitely recognize his master at a glance. The illusory old man is the greatest king of all time, Mo Yinling!
Back then, for Zhao Yin, he lost the protection of the ancestor's essence and blood, and he lost the foundation that had been nurtured for millions of years.
He left a trace of time and space, and when it was about to dissipate, he forcibly merged the origin of the curse given by the Pig Prince.
From then on, he turned into a kind of life that had never appeared in the world.
In the constant cycle of life and death, the old man relied on his willpower to stay in the world...
He traveled to every place that King Mo had appeared millions of years ago in his memory...
Finally found, King Mo, a remnant soul that disappeared into nothingness...
After fusing the remnant soul of his original body, he headed to the eighth battlefield.
He discovered that the Red Armor Army he had founded had long since withered away, but left behind countless heroic spirits.
The heroic spirit is not a residual soul, but the lingering obsession of human warriors.
It's just the purest willpower.
It cannot be considered a supernatural substance, and its existence in the world will not have any impact on anything.
It is an invisible thing, and even the myriad races find it difficult to discern.
But in the eyes of King Mo, everything is different.
Isn't he himself a heroic spirit?
Evolved by means of the heavens?
So, the old man who was no longer a human, died a million years later...
Using heaven-defying means, with the help of the heart of a peak ancestor spirit, the rules of Yin death evolved after death, combined with the reverse vitality evolved from the origin of the curse... on that day, a brand new race was created!
Evil spirit!
He changed his name to...Mo Yinling!
King Mo believes that if the Yinling clan can obtain enchanted armor, they will surely... transform into dragons when encountering storms!
Enchanted armor is more suitable and more necessary for the Yin spirit clan than for the human race.
So, after getting rid of the angels and the siege of the gods, the old man came to the ninth battlefield.
Finally, he found this place...
King Mo was about to capture Li Qing and ask about Zhao Yin's whereabouts when there was a sudden fluctuation in the space.
Then, the figure of an old man appeared.
The old man who came was wearing red armor and had gray hair...
It was the old king that Zhao Yin met in the first fortress.
As soon as the old king appeared, his eyes were fierce and he raised his hand to grab King Mo.
"How dare these barbarians come to our human race and act so recklessly...!"
Mo Yinling stood there, allowing the old king's palm, which was covered with rich spatial rules, to pass through his body.
It's like grasping at nothingness.
The old king was shocked and retreated quickly...
But it was still a step too late. The hand that was about to be retracted was instantly grasped by Mo Yinling.
Immediately afterwards, the old king’s space bracelet was forcibly taken away by Mo Yinling.
Then Mo Yinling let go, and the old king staggered back.
"who are you?"
The old king glared at Mo Yinling angrily.
A kind smile appeared on Mo Yinling's face: "Old man, old Mo Yinling!"
When he uttered these three words, his tone was filled with the doting that comes from an elder talking to a younger person.
When the old king heard these three words, his face turned pale and his hair stood up.
Today, the Yinling clan was born in the eighth battlefield, affecting the structure of several nearby domains.
The name of Mo Yinling has long been heard by the top leaders of all ethnic groups.
Rumor has it that because of the birth of the Yin Spirit Clan, the angels in several nearby domains have lost a total of six gods in the past few months!
This has never happened in millions of years!
Especially the angels of the eighth domain, a nine-winged angel died at the hands of Mo Yinling...
Mo Yinling has long been notorious for his evil deeds!
But today, this terrifying alien race actually came to the human race...
How could the old king not be horrified?
"Senior from the alien race, the human race has never been an enemy of the Yinling race, let alone the Angel race. Our races share a common enemy... What is your purpose in coming here, senior?"
The old king was alert and bowed deeply with his fists clasped.
It was as if he was afraid that he would bring an irreversible catastrophe to the Black Armor of the human race!
"Foreign elders?"
Mo Yinling murmured, as if reminiscing about the past, with a hint of sadness in his weathered eyes.
He did not explain, but just searched inside the old king's space bracelet.
He quickly took out a blood-red seal the size of a thumb.
“Senior, you can’t…!”
The old king was shocked again and his eyes widened.
But in the end, he was still afraid of the other party's reputation and did not dare to step forward easily.
That blood-red seal is not some powerful extraordinary treasure.
It is just a seal carved from extremely hard and extraordinary blood jade.
No attack effect.
On the seal, there are several ancestral formations of the human race engraved, one of which is the Mo Emperor Formation!
Several kinds of formations are not uncommon among human kings and are known to everyone.
But at this moment, a hint of reminiscence appeared in Mo Yinling's eyes.
This seal was once the seal of the Red Armor King. The one who received it could command the entire Red Armor Army...
Now that the red armor has disappeared, the seal he created with his own hands a million years ago is still as good as new!
At this moment, Mo Yinling's eyes seemed to be filled with the long river of time... There was once a young man standing on the top of the world, with the blood of the gods of other races beneath him...
Behind the young man were billions of human races, all clad in red armor, their might shocking all other races.
The young man once boasted that he would revive human civilization and restore the ancient glory...
It’s just a pity that in his old age... after that battle, the inheritance of human civilization was broken again and again.
After that battle, the young man turned into an old man, and only a shadow remained...
Sleeping in the void...