"Why do you suddenly have time to come back?" Mo Ziyang said weakly.

"I came back this time to ask Mr. Mo to do me a favor." Doutian takes a deep breath, but his eyes look at the ink Ziyang from time to time.

Doutian can clearly feel the blood gas on Mo Ziyang's body is slowly dissipating, and he also has a wave of soul power.

This is the sea of wounded souls escaping their soul power. In a few months, it is estimated that Mo Ziyang's cultivation will fall into the realm of Rune and longevity.

After all, the soul power between the rune war and the Yanze war is different.

A drop of liquid soul power can become the Qi of soul power, not to mention the whole soul power in Mo Ziyang's soul sea.

Although Mo Ziyang's soul power has dissipated a lot, it is still not comparable to the rune and longevity realm. Once it is vaporized, it is absolutely impossible for Dantian to bear. It is very likely to burst Dantian and meridians.

"I'm a bad old man. What can I do for you?" Mo Ziyang doesn't want to see Dou Tian come back, and his tone is a little cold.

He is also very clear about his own situation, which has persisted for less than half a year.

What's more, doutian has broken through the fourth small realm of Hedao and fairyland. What can a man who is about to fall into Rune and longevity realm help you?

Doutian shakes his head and says: "I think Mr. Mo saw it before. My fat brother is in a coma now. After a while, I'm going to leave. I want him to stay in Doujia. In case someone comes, I want Mr. Mo to help."

"Aren't the three who came back with you all fairyland? And those two war beasts are also immortal level strength. They can't help you. How can I help you? " Mo Ziyang sighed.

Although he fell into the situation of Yanze's fighting method, his eyesight is still there. It's not easy to judge the cultivation just from the fluctuation of soul power from several people.

"Except that night long Jue, the other two people and the two war beasts will leave with me." Doutian shook his head.

"What are you going to do? Is it necessary for the four fairylands to join you? " Mo Ziyang was surprised. With his understanding of nanlixian Dynasty and its subordinate forces, few people could threaten their lives.

What's the matter? I have to follow you with four fairylands? Is it the enemy of Hunyuan battle in holy land?

But if you are the enemy of Hunyuan battle in holy land, let alone four, even if you take another 40, you will never come back.

Seeing doutian's hesitation, Mo Ziyang waved his hand directly and said, "everything can be said to people. Since you don't say it, I can't help you."

"Try to kill the king." Dou Tian took a deep breath and spat out a few words.

"What?" Mo Lao's voice in vain raised dozens of decibels, the whole person suddenly stood up and looked at Dou Tian in surprise.

"Mr. Mo, you heard me right. I'm going to take part in the trial of killing the king, and my two brothers, they will also take part in the trial of killing the king with me." Dou Tian Mou son is firm matchless, since already said, that didn't need to conceal.

For others, doutian may not believe it, but for the old man who has been guarding the Doujia for more than ten or twenty years, doutian is awed and trusted from his heart.

If you can't believe him, there are few people in the world that he can trust. Moreover, he also confirms the identity of Mo Ziyang from Niu Feiyang and Feng Bo.

Niu Feiyang and Feng Bo can't unite Mo Ziyang to cheat him, because he has nothing to cheat them.

"Do you really want to take part in the trial of killing the king?" Mo Ziyang frowned.

"Yes." Doutian's answer is very straightforward.

"Well, you can break through from nothing to the fairyland in just one year. It's your talent and luck." Mo Ziyang sighed and lay on the chair again. He said, "count the time. There should be more than two months left in the trial of killing the king. Go back as soon as you can. As long as you don't come to Hunyuan battle, I can help you."

"Mo Lao." Doutian looks at Mo Ziyang gratefully and says, "I..."

"Man, don't whine." Mo Ziyang waved his hand and thought that doutian wanted to thank him. In fact, doutian wanted to tell him that now he could cure his war spirit.

But before doutian said anything, he interrupted: "everyone has his own life. I'm a bad old man. I can see you break through to the fairyland of hetaozhan. I've already fulfilled my promise to your father. Don't worry, I can barely survive in six months."

"No, I'm not." Doutian smiles bitterly and cries again.

But Mo Ziyang didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and interrupted: "you won't really offend Hunyuan battle holy land outside, will you? If so, you'd better leave with the fat man. Staying here will affect the family. "

Seeing Mo Ziyang's endless chatter, Dou Tian looks speechless. He simply moves to a stool and sits on one side, listening carefully.

"It seems that once a man is dying, he will talk a lot. The elder, who has been silent all the time, seems to have endless words today." There is a burst of abdominal pain in the heart of Dou Tian.For a long time, Mo Ziyang finally stopped, patted doutian on the shoulder and said, "don't be too talkative. You go. I'll have a rest."

"Mr. Mo, I want to say that when I come back this time, I can cure your war spirit." Doutian finally found the time gap and said quickly.

"OK, it's good to be cured." Mo Ziyang inexplicably back a word, the whole person seems to travel outside the general.

Doutian stood up and left without looking back.

"Wait, what did you say?" Mo Ziyang was suddenly struck by lightning. A carp suddenly stood up and stopped Dou Tian.

"I said, I can cure your war spirit." Dou Tian said with a smile.

"Boy, you won't come to amuse me again?" Mo Ziyang frowned, grabbed doutian's collar and glared at doutian.

"What do you mean again?" Doutian's mouth was curled and he muttered in a low voice, but he was relieved when he thought of last time. He gave Mo Ziyang hope, but in the end, he let Mo Ziyang despair.

Even all the elixirs collected for many years were given to Dou Tian, which also shows that he gave up the hope of curing the war spirit.

"Can you really cure my soul of war?" Mo Ziyang asked again.

"You can try, otherwise, how can I trust you to protect my brother." Doutian zhengsedao, although he doesn't have the ability to refine the saint level soul tonifying pill, with the power of the atlas of the God of war, he can definitely cure a five grade spirit of heaven.

After all, the war spirit of Hades has reached the level of wupintiandao, and the soul power stored in the war spirit of Hades and the atlas of war god is also extremely powerful. Doutian doesn't have to worry about the problem of backfire and the shortage of soul power.

Mo Ziyang's hands shaking violently as he grasped doutian's collar. For more than ten years, he had dreamed that one day he could recover his fighting spirit. But in the end, the greater his hope, the greater his disappointment.

At first, he was already desperate, but now he saw hope again, just like a dying man, who was suddenly told that he could live for decades, which made him not excited.

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, you can try it now." Mo Ziyang excites a way, the tone is a little quiver.

"Wait a few days, your war spirit will recover. Maybe it will be too quiet. I have to find a quiet place. Besides, I have to recover these days to be more confident." Dou Tian thought about it.

"Good, good! You have a good rest. I'll be fine for a few days. " Mo Ziyang's head is like a chicken chasing rice, and he doesn't hesitate.

I've been waiting for more than ten years. How can I care for a few days?