Strictly speaking, this second expedition was carried out without the human race being fully prepared.

This kind of preparation is not a mentality, but a accumulation of strength.

It can be seen from the current results that if Zhang Ruoxi had not emerged from the sky, if it were not for the strong help of the Xiaoshi army, the human race would have been defeated in this expedition.

According to the original plan, Mi Jinglun was ready to withdraw his troops, waiting for Yang Kai to return, and lead the remaining human race to the distant new world. Once the remnants of human race retreated, this world will surely be controlled by the Mo tribe.

Is it because the human race is not working hard enough? Is the luck of heaven and earth not favoring the human race?

None of them.

A race can burst out with huge potential at the critical moment of life and death. In just a few thousand years, the human race has developed from its embarrassment to this point. It is already the limit to be able to recover three thousand lost lands and to be able to pass the barrier of failure to return.

If the human race does not work hard enough, there will be no today's foundation. If the fortune of heaven and earth does not favor the human race, there will be no cradles of the Kaitian Realm.

However, in the face of the monument, the monument, we still have to rely on our strength to speak.

The time left for the human race is still too short. Regardless of whether the human race is ready or not, this expedition is imperative.

Because Mo is about to wake up.

In such a situation, it is better to take the initiative than to defend passively.

After many years of wars, under the baptism of war, the army of various human tribes has long condensed into a whole, but it is still not enough.

The war continues.

After a brief trade-off, Mi Jinglun gave up his plan to support the Xiaoshi tribe, because the battle in front of him was not the end, and the Xiaoshi tribe's troops were sufficient to deal with it. After this war, there were even more dangerous battles waiting for the human army.

The existing army of the human race must be restored for that upcoming moment!

On the battlefield, balls of dazzling purifying lights continued to burst out, filling the vast void. Under the purifying light, not only the radiant ink power was dispersed, but even the Mo clan army shrouded in it also damaged its troops and its vitality.

The current battle situation is extremely bad for the Mo tribe.

There were no reinforcements in the Chutian Prison, and even the kings dared to approach the gap easily to investigate the situation, for fear that Zhang Ruoxi would see it and cause a murder.

On the contrary, on the side of the Xiaoshi tribe, there are still continuous reinforcements coming out of the void corridor and constantly driving into the battlefield...

Although the Mo tribe still has tens of millions of troops, it is difficult to form effective resistance after the few kings and fake kings were killed by the eight ninth-grade Xiaoshi tribe.

Two giant gods rushed around, and the eight ninth grade small stone clans were also as powerful as the bamboo shoot.

The small stone tribe army with neat military forces encircled all directions.

The encirclement continues to shrink, and at every moment, a large number of the vitality of the Mo tribe dissipates.

It won't take long before the Xiaoshi tribe army can kill the Mo tribe army scattered outside the Chutian Dabao.

...

In the 2306 world, the area where Fengzhen Mo's origin is located, there is also a war in progress.

Mu's silhouette alone blocked many Mozans in this world so that Yang Kai could safely seal the slightest origin of the town.

The gate of Xuanpin was sacrificed, and a gap was opened to the gate, sealing the ground, and the origin of ink surged out.

Just like every time the town was sealed, the origin seemed to be pulled by inexplicable power and rushed into the crack of the door.

I have experienced similar scenes many times, and Yang Kai is not surprised.

According to Mu, the gate of Xuanpin is the treasure born with heaven and earth. The first light in the world was born outside the gate, and the first darkness was born behind the gate.

That light symbolizes all the light and beauty in this world. It is not bound by the mysterious gate. It leaves after its birth, but the darkness born in the mysterious gate cannot leave easily.

Until this initial darkness gave birth to one's own consciousness through the accumulation of endless years.

That's the ink!

Therefore, for Mo, the Xuanpin Gate naturally has the power to seal it, which is also the reason why Mu hid the Xuanpin Gate in the original world.

Only the gate of Xuanpin can seal the origin of ink.

There was no accident in every time the town was sealed. When the gate of Xuanpin was sacrificed and the cracks were opened, the origins in those worlds were introduced into it.

However, this time, the situation was a little different.

Yang Kai could obviously notice that Mo's original source struggle was very fierce, as if he had his own consciousness and wanted to get rid of the traction of the mysterious female gate.

However, it is only an original power after all, and it is difficult to resist the power of the Xuanpin Gate.

As that origin was about to pour into the door, a pair of eyes suddenly opened in the power of darkness.

It was an indescribable pair of eyes, as if it contained all the darkness in the world. Even if Yang Kai was staring at it, even if he was cold in his body, he could not help but feel cold.

Fortunately, in just a moment, the origin rushed into the door and disappeared, and the feeling of coldness disappeared without a trace.

"It's almost to the limit!" Yang Kaixin realized.

Along the way, he traveled over two thousand worlds and successfully sealed the origin of almost a thousand copies of ink.

Mu divided Mo's original power into three thousand pieces and sealed it among three thousand different universes. Although he had many twists and turns and unexpected things along the way, he had successfully sealed the town many times.

This number is almost 30% of the Mo Benyuan, and it can be said that it has achieved fruitful results.

The more the origin of Fengzhen, the greater the impact on the ink.

Even if Mo completely woke up at this time, his strength would plummet due to the defective origin and no longer reach its peak.

But it is still not enough. Mo is a legendary powerful man in the Creation Realm. Before he confronts him head-on, no one knows how powerful he is. Even if he loses more than 30% of his origin, the remaining power may not be something that the human race can compete with today!

What made him feel a little relieved was that he learned some news about Zhang Ruoxi from Wu Kuangna.

Wu Kuang's perception of the outside world was not very clear, so the information he found was not only incredible to Yang Kai, but also Wu Kuang himself was difficult to determine.

No matter what, I have to speed up! Before Mo wakes up completely, I will try my best to seal more origins, even if I only have one more!

"Senior!" Yang Kai took over the door of Xuanpin and turned around and snorted.

Mu, who was helping him to resist countless mob disciples, flashed to him, raised his palm and slapped it lightly.

Immediately afterwards, amid the angry roars of many Mo Tu, Yang Kai's body turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky!

...

In the original world, Xiao Eleven's illness became more and more serious. His little body was as cold as ice and as hot as magma.

He was able to maintain his sanity at first, but at this time, he spent most of his time in a drowsy period, and the time he could maintain his sanity was getting shorter and shorter.

In his sleep, nightmares kept coming, which made him feel shocked.

Mu kept by his side and took good care of him.

Until one time I woke up, Xiao Shiyi opened his eyes and saw Mu sitting by the bed and gently embracing him.

As if he noticed the movement, Mu looked down, his eyes full of blood.

She hasn't had a good rest for a long time.

"Awaken?" Mu spoke, his voice extremely dry.

Looking at the blood in Mu's eyes, Xiao Shiyi felt a sense of sorrow in his heart, and his astringent aura surged into his mouth, and the corners of his eyes became wet.

He turned his head, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, and nodded softly.

Mu reached out and stroked Xiao Shiyi's forehead, felt it carefully for a moment, and said happily: "It's getting less fever, how do you feel now?"

Xiao Eleven was silent for a moment before saying, "It's much better."

Mu smiled and withdrew his hand: "That's good, have a good sleep and it should be better."

Xiao Shiyi said, "Sister Six, I don't want to sleep." He has already slept enough.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to drink porridge."

The siblings, who were not related to blood, depended on each other on the edge of this prosperous city. Mu had cooked many delicious foods for Xiao Shiyi, but what he wanted most at this moment was the white rice porridge cooked by Liu Jie.

That was the first food he woke up in this world and ate.

"Okay." Mu raised his hand and shaved affectionately on his nose, and stood up and said, "Then wait for me for a while."

Xiao Eleven kept silent.

The porridge was cooked soon, and Mu brought in the porridge casserole and was about to serve Xiao Shiyi a bowl, but he saw Xiao Shiyi walking down from the bed, sitting at the table, and put the casserole in front of him.

Mu Hu laughed: "Do you want to eat so much? Be careful to get your stomach hurt."

Xiao Shiyi said angrily: "I want to eat, do you care?"

Mu said helplessly: "Okay, okay, all of them are given to you. If you can't finish eating, be careful that I will slap you in the butt."

Xiao Shiyi couldn't help but tighten his butt, blushed and said, "I'm not a child anymore, don't just slap me on the butt at any time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu raised his hand and pressed his nose up, and a pig's nose shape immediately appeared on Xiao Shiyi's face.

Xiao Shiyi shook his head in anger, sucked his nose and said, "You are a child, you always play with these childish things!"

Mu covered his mouth and laughed, stopped teasing him, and handed over the wooden spoon he brought.

Xiao Eleven picked up the wooden spoon, held the casserole and started drinking porridge.

Mu sat quietly aside and looked at him, and spoke from time to time: "Drink slowly, be careful to get hot, and no one robs you."

Sometimes he wiped the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Shiyi was drinking the porridge. The temperature of the freshly cooked white porridge was very high. Xiao Shiyi kept inhaling, his face flushed, and a heat came out of his head.

After drinking a pot of porridge for about half an hour, I finally finished drinking it. The bottom of the pot was scraped cleanly and there was no soup left.

Mu looked at it and joked: "If you eat well every time you always, I will save the effort of washing dishes."

Xiao Shiyi touched her round belly and grimaced at her: "Then you are going to become a lazy woman? Be careful not to get married in the future."

Mu raised his hand and knocked him on the head: "You are not up to you to marry or not."

Xiao Eleven hugged his head with his hands and said aggrievedly: "You hit me again, I'm still a patient!"

Mu raised his hand and wanted to knock it again, and finally touched his head gently.

Xiao Eleven lowered his head.
Chapter completed!