The atmosphere at the Jiu Yuan camp suddenly became tense.

  Yuan Zhan is in the one in charge of the arrangement of fighting, and Yan Mo sinks his consciousness into the bone inheritance hall.

  Bone Inheritance has refused him entrance, but his soul power can still drill into it.

  Instead of communicating with the soul, he wanted to find a trace of soul power left by the Red-Horn clan Nita.

  At the beginning, Nita didn't expect that Bone Inheritance will also has the function of trapping the Enslavement Bone. In fact, Bone Inheritance said that it would kill him if he didn't finish the upgrade test. He should have thought about this, but because of the existence of Zan-Bu, he ignored the danger of Bone Inheritance, so he suffered less. In order to better control him, Nita left a trace of soul power in the Bone Inheritance. Later, Zan-Bu taught him how to break the control. In order not to let Nita know, he did not completely erase the soul power left by Nita, but trapped it in the Bone Inheritance Halls.

  “I've been waiting for you." A familiar, crisp voice sounded.

  "Zan-Bu?" Yan Mo thought of the thing that young sapling said that there was a soul in Bone Inheritance who wanted to communicate with him, but he forgot it when he was busy.

  "You found another holy place of our family, didn't you?"

  Yan Mo frowned. “I'm sorry, I don't have time to talk to you right now. Can it wait until I finish something?"

  Zan-Bu felt that his tone was not very pleasant, and he didn't insist, "OK, I'll wait for you, please come to me, it's very important."

  “Okay." Yan Mo no longer paid attention to Zan-Bu. He is absorbed in the soul power left by Nita.

  “Nita! I'm the priest Yan Mo of the Jiu Yuan. I want to see you, now!”

  Yan Mo repeated this sentence three times in a row, and then destroyed Nita's soul power without hesitation.

  In order to facilitate Nita to find him, and to make him dare to find him, Yan Mo went to the forefront of the battlefield.

  "The Ancestor God Above! Who is that? How dare he enter the battlefield alone?”

  Even if there is no fighting at this time, but there are so many skeletons on the battlefield, as well as all kinds of weapons and poisonous thorns left, normal people will not run into the battlefield to wander around. Besides, who knows when the Horn-people will launch an attack, and what if they suddenly attack that person?

  "What a mess! Get him back!”

  “It's Priest Da-Ren! It's our priest! God, how can priest Da-Ren run in alone? Hurry up, who will call him back!” The Jiu Yuan warrior is so worried that he can't leave his post without permission, or he will rush out and pull the man back at the moment when he recognizes priest Da-Ren.

  "Don't worry, priest Da-Ren said he has something to do. Let's leave him alone." The warriors who have been told to hurry up to deliver the news, so that no one really will run to "Save" the priest.

  Yan Mo moved forward step by step, which seems slow, but in fact, it's very fast.

  This is a quite vast field, where there are many weeds and animals.

  But now there is a smell of death everywhere. The smell of blood is still ever present.

  Even if it's just snowed, it can't completely cover up the traces of war and fighting.

  Once upon a time greatly feared, the Moer Gan tribe is now completely reduced to a battlefield. The first unlucky thing is her hunting ground in the East.

  Half of the MoerGan people were forced to join the Horn-people, and half of the lucky survivors fled to several nearby tribes.

  However, the small tribe originally attached to the More Gan either became the slaves of the Horn-people or fled to the territory of the Jiu Yuan to seek asylum.

  Other ethnic groups, such as the Earth Cliff, Bianxi, and the Yufu and so on, also seemed shelter to the Jiu Yuan because of the persecution of the Horn-people.

  Yan Mo met his former friends Tu Hou and the Bianxi tribe's chief at the front of the battlefield, but it was not the time to reminisce about the past. Yan Mo waved to them and walked into the battlefield alone.

  TuHou can't recognize Yan Mo anymore. He only thinks that the young man looked familiar to him. Until a warrior from Jiu Yuan proudly said that it's their priest, he didn't think of the friendly young witch.

  A few years later, the youth have become young man, and the tribes with similar strength have become one.

  Tu Hou's mood is a little complicated. His low self-esteem makes him feel embarrassed to call him after recognizing Yan Mo.

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  How many people are watching the man walking in the battlefield in Mo Mo?

  There are two questions in everyone's mind, no matter who they are: what is this man doing? What do you want to do?

  Soon, Yan Mo gave the answer.

  “Nita! Get out and see me!” Yan Mo raised his voice.

  Yan Mo used his willpower to spread his voice throughout the Horn-people camp.

  Nita appeared, and there was only one other, riding the tall the war beasts.

  “I remember your soul power. You are so brave that you dare to run to the battlefield alone and shout to see me." Nita said, "Oh, so you're out of control of the Enslavement Bone. Who did it? By the way, I remember. It seems that there is a rumor that the priest of the Jiu Yuan can release the Enslavement Bone? Isn't that you? Who taught you? Give him to me!”

  Yan Mo walked step by step, like stepping on the air, to a height similar to Nita. Instead of responding to Nita's questions, he looked at the Red-Horn coldly. Just half a year ago, this man almost made him suffer a big loss. Although the other side borrowed the strength of bone, his own ability should not be underestimated.

  Nita's eyes contract slightly. "What? Are you dumb? You're not here to give me the bone inheritance. What can I do for you?”

  Nita was riding on the war beasts, looking proud. Even if the other person can float in the sky, and is not under his control!

  As for how this man could release the Enslavement Bone and get the control of the Bone Inheritance, Nita guessed that the soul of the White-Horn clan in the Bone Inheritance had done something stupid again.

  Yan Mo is still looking at Nita. The more he looked at Nita, the more he felt that Nita's five or six features are similar to the King Nier of the Red-Horn clan. In addition, the clothes and the bone objects on the man's body are not unique. With the superior look of the other party, the identity of the man is almost ready to come out. The other party not only has a high status in the Red-Horn clan, but also is likely to be related to King Nier.

  "Stupid the Hornless-man." Nita watched Yan Mo for a long time without speaking. She regretted that he ran over after hearing the call.

  "One thing." Yan Mo finally spoke again: “Give me the murderer who assassinated my disciple Sumen!"

  "……" Nita smiled. Yan Mo's step in the air surprised him, but the other side's request was beyond his expectation. "What do you say? Say it again. "

  Yan Mo looked at Nita so calmly, "OK, I'll say it again, you listen carefully."

  Yan Mo's voice spread all over the camps: "When I give you half an hour, you will give me the murderer who assassinated my disciple Sumen, or I will not be blamed for my revenge on the whole Horn-people."

  There was a silence, then the camp on both sides made a noise.

  Nita is more in a stupefied, laughing more than, "Hahaha! Are you going to retaliate against our Horn-people? Well, try to see if you can do it. We'll wait for you here!”

  Yan Mo didn't laugh. He said seriously, “I didn't want to kill all of you. I didn't want to create too many killings. Although I won't be punished by the Ancestor God for killing you, I don't mind spending a little more time if I can solve it more perfectly. Especially now it's still winter, and it's not suitable for war. You are willing to let your warriors suffer in the cold wind and snow. I'm reluctant to let the people of the Jiu Yuan and all the allies who resist you suffer from this great sin! So we always focus on defense, thinking that if you can't solve the invasion of the Horn-people by next spring, then it's not too late to launch war. But you shouldn't have done anything like that. You shouldn't start with the Jiu Yuan's non-warriors, and you shouldn't even poison an innocent child who is kind enough to help people."

  “Innocent?" Nita’s face changed. “As the Horn-boy, he works for you, the Hornless-men. How can such a traitor like him continue to live in disgrace! Hornless-man, are you stupid? What does it have to do with you if we were to kill our own tribesmen? Do you want to start for him? It's ridiculous!”

  Yan Mo did not seems angry at all. "He is my disciple, and he is not a traitor. You are the Traitor and careerist of the Horn-people!"

  "What did you say? We are the traitors of the Horn-people?” Nita looked at Yan Mo like a fool.

  "Yes, all of you who have run to our eastern continent and have not yet returned to the western continent are traitors of the Horn-people! Don't you know that there are problems among the three clans that need to be solved? You don't even know about the disappearance of King Nier and the high priest Hu-Lian, do you? In addition, the three Horn tribes in the western continent have issued orders for the return of all the Horn-people from the external wars. The White-Horn clan has reached a friendly agreement with us. At this time, you still fight with us. Who is the traitor of the Horn-people?”

  Nita frowned first, then doubted, and finally scolded: “Nonsense! You're lying!” But why can't he keep in touch with King Nier or the high priest?

  The camp of the Horn-people seemed to make some exclamations and curses, although they were soon suppressed.

  Nita's voice was cold. "You are deliberately disturbing our military hearts!"

  “If you think it's a disturbance, it's a disturbance youre going to get." Yan Mo began to back up, "Half an hour time starts from now, half an hour time if the murderer has not been handed over to the Jiu Yuan position, so don't blame me for retaliating against you!"

  Nita pulled out his sword and cut at Yan Mo.

  There is was a shadow and cold air on the blade. The black sword cuts the young and middle-aged people's heads.

  But he didn't even lose a hair!

  Yan Mo looked indifferent. “I'll let you see you in half an hour."

  Nita's angry, cleaved again.

  The figure of the young witch was far away.

  How fast! Nita put the bone sword away and didn't catch up. Now, compared with the threat of the Jiu Yuan's priest, he is more concerned about the truth of what the other party said, and he needs to go back to prove it.

  Besides, he can't give up the murderer. Who will give himself to the enemy?

  *

  Waiting at half an hour is also waiting. Yan Mo once again probes the soul into the bone.

  Zan-Bu responded immediately, as if he had been waiting for him.

  "What is it? You caused me to lose sleep. "

  Zan-Bu asked eagerly, "Have you found another holy place of our tribe?"

  Yan Mo didn't answer, "Can you see out there?"

  “No, we can only feel a certain energy fluctuation in a certain environment. When you enter the holy land, I just felt it. At that time I wanted to ask you, but you never came. "

  "Have I ever been to the holy land of your people? What's the impact on you and the soul in your bones?"

  Zan-Bu sighed, “Little Mo Mo, I can feel the anger in your words. What happened to you?"

  Yan Mo sneered, “I did encounter something. I promised you that I would pass on the bone to the White-Horn clan. I did it. The child's name is Sumen. He is one of the only two Great Witches left in the modern White-Horn clan and a new generation."

  “Ah, that's great!" Zan-Bu was very happy.

  Yan Mo simply told Zan-Bu the origin of Sumen, including the current situation of the White-Horn clan and Sumen in the Horn-people, and the real reason why the Horn-people declined and left the eastern continent.

  Zan-Bu: “.……” There's always a feeling that my Horn-people are being played bad by Little Mo Mo. Is it an illusion?

  "That's what happened. I brought the boy back, but the Red-Horn clan called him a traitor and sent someone to assassinate him!"

  Even Zan-Bu can't help but get tangled up in this situation, “So you want to find Nita through the power of her soul?”

  "Yes."

  “Even if you contact Nita, what do you want to say to him?"

  “I've contacted him and asked them to hand over the murderer," said Yan Mo

  Zan-Bu had a headache. “I don't think he would agree."

  “If he don't agree with me, he should pay enough to quench my anger." Yan Mo took the bone from his arm.

  "Yan Mo, I appreciate that you helped me find tribesmen and fulfilled my promise. You don't understand how much this matter means to me and all these souls sleeping in Bone Inheritance. When you wake up Bone Inheritance, we thought that our tribesmen had all disappeared, but we didn't expect that our tribesmen not only didn't die out, but also flourished on another continent. Although they still have various problems, as long as their blood is still there, there is still hope. "

  Whatever Yan Mo was about to say, Zan-Bu sped up: "Wait, I'm not against you looking for Nita and the Red-Horn clan for revenge. Although I am a member of the Bone Sculpting People, but I'm also a White-Horn. The ambition and conspiracy of the Red-Horn and the Black-Horn have already appeared in our period, but the kings and witches of the White-Horn preferred to ignore them."

  What Zan-Bu didn't say was that if he really didn't have any resentment and guard against the Red-Horn and the Black-Horn, how could he ask Yan Mo to pass on the bone inheritance to the White-Horn person?

  Then Zan-Bu said the point, "How do you revenge Nita…… I don't care. I want to find you for another thing. The Bone Sculpting People have three holy places. You have found two, so find the third one."

  Yan Mo asked realistically, "What are the secrets of the three holy sites? What's the benefit of finding it?”

  Zan-Bu laughed and said, “I will not hide you since I proposed it to you. Although you are not my bone sculpting tribesmen, who told me to like you? Besides, you have helped me a lot. I don't want to give such an important inheritance to the other two families. Sumen, that child you value so much, I think he must be a very good child. I'm looking forward to the day when I meet him. "

  "You'll see him in a minute. I'm going to give the bone to him when I take it off. You can protect him. At least he will have some defense even after he is in danger like this. "

  Zan-Bu said with a smile, "Thank you."

  “I don't need you to thank me. You and I have the friendship of apprenticeship. Sumen is my disciple. I can help him or you just because I want to help."

  “I see." Zan-Bu was very glad that Bone Inheritance fell into Yan Mo's hands after ten thousand years, which made him more willing to tell the hornless witch some secrets that had been covered by historical dust, “I'm going to say the most important secret of the Bone Sculpting People, only the Great Witch White-Horn can know of it."

  Yan Mo's heart suddenly beats faster. In the dark, he had a hunch that Zan-Bu's secret would be so important that it could even affect the future of the world.

  "What's the secret?" Yan Mo tried to suppress his emotions and make him look less concerned.

  Zan-Bu seems to be a little disappointed. He thinks Yan Mo should pay more attention.

  “Little Mo Mo, you're so calm. There's really no sense of accomplishment in telling you secrets."

  Yan Mo finally smiled, "Zan-Bu, don't keep me in the winds, you know I really want to know!"

  "Haha." Zan-Bu did not delay any more, and told some secrets that no one alive knew.