Mo Shanghua naturally knows this truth, can't help but close the lip, sat back again.

Jiuyou has a point. Even if there is something really wrong, it should not be Yunwu. She must settle down and practice hard, so that she can break through the void as soon as possible. In this way, she will never have to worry here.

"If there is a cloud dancing smile, let me know immediately." Mo Shanghua raises her eyes to repeat it, then closes her eyes and continues to practice.

……

At that time, on the mainland of China, a group of protoss surrounded Yanbei city.

One of the white bearded and white haired men held a magic sword in his hand, and his lips raised a sneer. "Demon, you broke the oath and fled to the lower world. Now you dare to come back. We will never let you go this time!"

"We need to be the masters of the common people and accept you as a demon!"

"You are to blame for everything!"

The protoss seem to be at the commanding height of morality, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality.

It seems that Yan Beicheng has recovered 80% of his power. Now he is dressed in black, his eyes are as cold as a blade, and his dignity is needless to say.

At this moment, facing the siege of the protoss, he still stood up, his thin lips coldly raised, "a hundred years ago, I said that I was against it, so what? In those days, you couldn't treat me like that. Now, you are the same waste. "

From the corner of the eye to the tip of the brow to the words, it is full of arrogance.

However, what is different from the past is that now he is holding a child about three years old tightly.

The child's eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, which was quite similar to Yan Beicheng's. at a young age, his dignity and bearing were completely self-contained. Is faced with such a situation, but also a little white face, forced to tighten the lips.

Dad said that he must be strong so that he can protect his mother.

……

After training to a certain level, everything around is like nothing, including time.

Mo Shanghua, like an old monk, completely immerses all his thoughts into cultivation. Everything around him is like a dream, which is fleeting.

She has long forgotten the time.

Such a process of cultivation can't be interrupted at all. Jiuyou let her go without interrupting.

Forget the time of the flowers, suddenly do not know, at that time, the world of ten years has been in a hurry.

And she was in a secret place, like a hundred years later.

A strong spiritual power explodes around her. Then, her hands are constantly changing, and her unconscious spiritual power is taken back, and no breath is exposed.

In this way, Jiuyou can still clearly feel that her breath is very different from before.

It's really a gift.

Yunwu is really like her mother.

Jiuyou sighed in his heart and said, "congratulations."

There is not a trace of joy on the flower face, only a slight nod of light complexion.

For her, the ten years had been a hundred years.

Although her appearance remained unchanged, her mood was no longer as calm as before, and she was more and more reserved.

However, in the past 100 years, she still didn't realize it. She couldn't help asking, "what's the time now?"

"It's been ten years for the outside world. For you, it should be a hundred years." Jiuyou answered in a low voice, and said, "cloud dance hasn't heard from you for ten years."

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