Chapter 2049

I just can't wake up.

In front of him suddenly appeared a man in a gray black robe, looking at him with joy.

"Master, you finally have children. All the people in the wilderness have sensed the absolutely powerful atmosphere of antiquity. They are worthy of being masters. They are the masters of antiquity at any time."

Youying looks pious and happy, and stares at Moyan tightly.

This is the reincarnation of the master.

It's still so tall and calm, it's reassuring. Although it's a human body, it still can't be underestimated.

"Who are you?"

Mo Yan also looked at you Ying, with doubts in his eyes, "you... Look familiar, but I can't remember where I saw you."

"The reincarnation of the master has not known that he has drunk Mengpo soup several times, and it's normal to forget the things thousands of years ago."

Youying immediately raised her right hand, pressed it heavily on her chest, knelt down on one knee, and gave the gift of the son to Mo Yan, "You Ying, the son of the wilderness, is the first contract beast under the master's command. The noumenon of the master thousands of years ago is the God of creation in the wasteland, known as the ancient emperor. Later, master, you disappeared, leaving only a note to travel around, and his subordinates closed up in the wasteland, guarding the wasteland all the time. They didn't wake up until they spied on the breath of the master's offspring recently. "

After listening to all this, Mo Yan's face calmed slightly: "I see. You Ying, do you dream of me to say these things? "

"Yes, there is also a key thing to give to the host. I believe the host will like it."

You Ying smile a little, "subordinate disrespectful."

After that, he stood up and put his finger on Mo Yan's forehead.

The turbulent amount of information instantly occupied Mo Yan's mind.

Because it's too complicated, for a moment, Mo Yan didn't know what it was. He just felt the pain of his head.

"Well, master, I'll give you what I need. I'm looking forward to the day when I can really meet you." Youying finished, the figure disappeared.

Mo Yan suddenly turned over and sat up, gasping for breath, and looked around the environment. He found that he had come to his senses and was still in his own room, so he was a little relieved.

The next moment, the headache hit him mercilessly.

Mo Yan's knuckles are against the temple in pain,? The body curled up and held on.

Although we don't know what Youying gave him, it must be valuable to him.

Gritting his teeth to resist the pain of madness, Mo Yan began to sort out the memory in his mind.

Then, there was a little joy in his expression, as if the pain had disappeared.

Youying gave him nothing else. It was the memory sealed up when he was a wild ancient emperor thousands of years ago that helped him understand his identity.

In addition, there is a thick golden magic volume, which is written with three powerful words, the ancient volume.

Mo Yan carefully turned the first few pages and was very pleased to find that this is the scroll that he left behind thousands of years ago, which is only suitable for the cultivation of the ancient divine body.

With the arrival of the peak of purple heaven, his cultivation finally reached a bottleneck. Now this scroll has been handed over, which also gives him new pursuit and hope.

As time goes by, the pain in my mind is much better. The specific cultivation method of the ancient strategy,