Chapter 882

The existence of Yinian sacred wood is very special. It adapts to the new environment almost in an instant. Its roots spread crazily and absorb the energy between heaven and earth like spiritual veins.

With the continuous roar around the ears, the thick tree roots like Qiulong spread around. At the speed visible to the naked eye, they pierced the rocks and took root in the mountains.

When the dust dissipates with the wind, mu Qingxiao looks at it calmly.

At this time, a small part of the Yinian sacred tree is embedded in the mountain, and the original peak of thousands of feet has shrunk by half.

Looking up from the middle of the mountain along the tree pole, clouds and fog are around. A towering giant tree connects the sky and the earth, just like a ladder to the blue sky.

At the same time, the vast vitality diffuses from the hundred million year sacred tree

Suddenly, the whole small world seemed to release cheering waves, and the gorgeous luster shone on the hazy sky, which was holy and dazzling.

Mu Qingxiao is connected with the mind of the small world. In his perception, the exuberant vitality is like a catalyst, which makes the small world degenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I believe that it won't take long for Diyuan to grow to the level of a small world.

The small world changed, and a pure and incomparable energy poured into his body in the void, washing his body madly.

"I really found the treasure. It's worth going back to Qingyun."

Feeling the transformation of energy, mu Qingxiao's joy can be imagined.

Originally, he came for the power of incense in the world. It was only a moment of curiosity that he came to the death swamp to have a look.

At the beginning, he didn't notice the special existence of Yinian Shenmu because he was just a Yuanying realm at that time and couldn't see that it was normal.

Now, the eight fold fairyland is the difference between heaven and earth. Naturally, we can see some clues.

On the whole, the harvest was completely beyond his expectation.

Familiar and vigorous energy emerges again, surging, thicker than the pure energy of the outside world, just like an invisible energy falling down.

"Bang!"

The vigorous energy poured into mu Qingxiao's body, washed his limbs and bones, and nourished his flesh and bones.

Suddenly, the cells all over the body devoured energy crazily, and the body began to degenerate. The fluorescence was faintly visible, and the incomparably rich vitality diffused from his body

Mu Qingxiao felt that the strength of the flesh was rising rapidly, and the older he was, the stronger he was. Every corner of his body was full of rich and extremely vigorous vitality.

Even, there was an illusion in his heart. If he grew up at such a speed, could he reach the terrible state of blood rebirth.

His blood and mental skills are unmatched by others. With his strong body, he can kill the enemy across the realm. If he can really drop blood and regenerate, he can't imagine.

The energy flowing in all parts of the body washes the body.

After nine weeks of running along with the mental method route, it was like a milk swallow returning to its nest. All of them were swallowed by the black inner alchemy whale living in the abdomen.

"Buzzing..."

Suddenly, a vast and majestic breath swept out of his body, making the void tremble.

At the moment, mu Qingxiao's whole body is fluorescent, holy and dusty. The luster in the star eyes flows and looks forward to life.

Fairyland nine!

White robe flutters with the wind, and the sky falls on the sacred wood for millions of years. The palm touches the thick tree pole, and a smile is lifted on the handsome cheek.

If you really want to insert flowers, you can't open flowers, and if you don't want to insert willows into shade.

I didn't expect that a trip to Qingyun surprised him so much that he could continue to grow for hundreds of millions of years. I don't know how far he will grow.

He vaguely felt that the hundred million year divine tree would give him a greater surprise in the years to come.

Astringent breath, under the cover of white light, mu Qingxiao left the small world and appeared in the death swamp in the twinkling of an eye.

At this time, the death swamp was covered with miasma and thick fog, in which there were countless giant trees, and it was difficult to see the end at a glance.

In the middle of the swamp, there was a huge and devastated pit, which was dark, which was left after the hundred million year divine wood was uprooted.

Taking back his eyes, the surrounding space fluctuated, and mu Qingxiao turned into a streamer and returned to the original road.

Mountains and rivers retrogressed, and almost breathing, Qingyun gate Tongtian peak appeared at the foot.

Returning to Tongtian peak, mu Qingxiao's figure appeared at the gate of Houshan ancestral hall in the next second. He pushed open the gate and went in. Lu Xueqi still knelt on the futon in front of the Lingpai.

Mu Qingxiao sighed slightly, stepped up, and gently held her weak body in her arms with both hands.

"Xueqi, the deceased is already alas. Master Shuiyue's spirit in heaven won't want you to be so sad."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Xueqi's slightly swollen eyes turned with tears, and her pale face showed sadness.

Finally, feeling the gentle words and warm embrace, Lu Xueqi turned and rushed into mu Qingxiao's arms. The tears in her eyes could no longer stop flowing down.

"Husband... The master is gone!"

Hearing the speech, mu Qingxiao was silent. He only held her tightly in his arms and gave her a warm embrace.

Unknowingly, the golden black falls in the West and the jade rabbit rises in the East. Night comes quietly and darkness envelops the earth.

In tongtianfeng ancestral hall, mu Qingxiao looked into her arms. Lu Xueqi, who had red and swollen eyes and fell asleep, felt a little helpless.

Gently pick her up, the space is slightly distorted, and their figures disappear.

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Time flies, time flies, in the twinkling of an eye, half a year slipped away.

Ten thousand miles to the East, jiuxiao palace is suspended in the air, which is frightening.

At the end of the ladder, on the square of jiuxiao palace, mu Qingxiao stood by hand, feeling the fragrant fire power poured into the body between the heaven and earth, and raised a radian at the corner of the mouth.

In the past six months, the whole Qingyun level has almost undergone earth shaking changes.

During this period, the sect friars came to ask for the immortal way. Mu Qingxiao was not stingy and taught some low-level sword formulas and mental skills in Shushan and Tianyong city to the sect.

Even if you teach high-level sword Jue and mental skill in a low-level immortal Xia world like Qingyun level, the disciples of the sect can't practice it.

Therefore, the mental skill and sword formula taught are slightly higher than the original level.

A few months ago, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu of Qingyun gate also came here.

He has a lot of connections with Qingyun gate, and Lu Xueqi also comes from Qingyun gate. Mu Qingxiao naturally takes care of them.

Moreover, Qingyun sect is the first of decent sects, and the world order still needs them to maintain. If there is no inside information, it is difficult to be a great responsibility.

If not, he would not dare to teach indiscriminately.

Otherwise, if some mental skill and sword formula are leaked out, the world will be chaotic, and he is the culprit.

Give the main mental skill to Qingyun gate in order to avoid such a situation.

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