Chapter 1995

"So acute?"

Between the void, a figure stepped out at the moment.

A long white shirt, a white cloak, with a touch of gold trim and a decent soft armour. The appearance of the visitor is firm and firm, with a sense of beauty, giving people a feeling of amiability.

"Mu Qingyu!"

Seeing the visitor, the young man said faintly.

"I don't like to break my promise. For him, I've been waiting for ten thousand years and kept by those guys every day. Although it's comfortable, it's also lonely and boring. You should give me your promise!"

"So anxious?"

Mu Qingyu smiled and said, "you always want me to see how my son is now?"

"What are you looking at?"

The young man said impatiently, "you are just separated here now. Why are you so fake orangutan?"

"If you're really worried about your son's safety, just take him away from the human world and enter the Xiaoyao holy ruins. I think it's OK to protect your son with the strength of the Ye family in the Xiaoyao holy ruins. After all, it was built by the first God."

"I won't bother you!"

Mu Qingyu said again, "everyone has his own way to go. I won't stop him, just as he had to go through the decision of nine lives and nine generations with his separate body in those years!"

"As a result, he died..."

The young man said very untimely, "and it also cost you 300000 years of life to cast the three life reincarnation spell for it!"

"Your words are very unpleasant!"

Mu Qingyu is meaningful.

"OK, OK, next, let's keep the appointment. What should I do? I know!" Young Lang said calmly.

"Here you are!"

Mu Qingyu waved his palm and a piece of copper appeared in the young man's hand.

"I didn't find the Jiuyou formula you asked for..."

"You have broken your word!" The young man was immediately angry.

"But I found Kunpeng nine changes!"

"Deal!"

The young man's face suddenly changed, so he directly collected the copper and fused it.

"Yes, yes, it is worthy of being called Mu Qingyu, the emperor of man!"

The young man smacked his mouth and said, "no wonder when the first God Emperor left, he didn't want to leave the Xiaoyao holy ruins to his sons. He wanted to leave it to you!"

"To tell you the truth, Mu Qingyu, if you had stayed in the Xiaoyao holy ruins in those days, perhaps now, among all ethnic groups, the name of your human emperor is more terrible than the name of the first God Emperor."

"Is that enough?"

Mu Qingyu's tone changed slightly.

"Come on, you precious son, have a good look!"

"One day, when you have a son, you will understand this feeling..." Mu Qingyu doesn't argue.

Just looking at the young man's appearance, he looked strange and said, "in other words, it's really good for you, an old thing who has lived for thousands of years, to be so tender?"

"I... want you to take care of it!"

The young man snorted and left directly.

"If you want to see it, you can see it more, but before long, he will wake up!"

"Are you really not going to find a partner?" Mu Qingyu said again.

"Me?"

The young man left, facing Mu Qingyu on his back, and said in solitude, "I'm the Jiuyou Kunpeng family. Now I'm the only one left, partner? Where should I find it?"

"You can consider humans..."

"Get out!"

The young man scolded: "Mu Qingyu, you should think carefully. Don't I know? Looking for your Terran? You want my Kunpeng blood to pass on in the Terran and strengthen your Terran, right?"

"To tell you the truth, you humans are really the most despicable. You have no inheritance. You steal other people's blood power from the powerful race of all races. Tut tut..."

"After all, the human race has little potential. Moreover, the secrets in the human world, let alone your indifference, we are not strong. I'm afraid that when the disaster really comes, there will be no one to stop!"

"Come on, come on, you're about to become as good as ye Xiaoyao!"

The young man waved his hand and said, "can you call my name next time we meet? It makes me look like I don't have a name or surname!"

"Call your name?"

Mu Qingyu reacted, smiled and scolded, "you dream!"

Slowly, the pace slowed down, and Mu Qingyu stood in front of Mu Yun.

"Everything is your choice. Simultaneous interpreting of the Seventh World memory, if you reach the realm of ancestral gods, you are probably better than I am grandpa than you are."

At the moment, the young man stepped away from the cliff. Mu Qingyu seemed to be talking to himself, and his voice died with the wind.

Slowly, Mu Qingyu points his finger.

At this moment, the whole peak seemed to disappear completely.

Mu Qingyu was in white, with floating clothes and standing with his hands on his back. Looking at the body of Mu Yun lying in front of him, he said, "return to one, we... Can talk about it?"

Hum

On the surface of Mu Yun's body, a light flashes out.

"I knew that when Chu Ye Xiaoyao died, how could I happen to Mu Yun!"

Guiyi appeared in a dark black shirt, with a touch of silver hair flashing on both sides of the temples.

It turned out to be a very handsome young man.

Different from the Jiuyou Kunpeng just now, the one in front of us feels very beautiful and shy.

"Mu Yun, mother Ye Yushi, I should have thought of it."

Guiyi said frankly, "come on, what do you want to say to me?"

"You need the magic weapon of famine gas to recover completely, right?"

Mu Qingyu said with a smile, "I have here, but..."

"I understand. I can't hurt your son!" "I think you can rest assured of this," he said naturally

"Besides, don't you just worry that I will control him when you give him the picture?"

"That's not true!"

Mu Qingyu said faintly, "he needs to take that step after all, but I can help him now, but later, I can't do anything for him!"

"All right, all right!"

Guiyi was a little impatient and said, "let me ask you something. Have you found the news of Ye Yushi?"

As soon as these words came out, Mu Qingyu's calm face appeared with a touch of heartache.

"Looks like it's gone?"

It's more impatient to be one.

"I will do everything I can..."

"All right, all right..."

Guiyi waved his hand and said, "you human beings are most eloquent. It's better to believe myself than to believe you!"

"Mainly, things outside are too busy!"

"Busy? Are you too busy for your wife and children?"

All in one.

"I have to do this, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't protect the Xiaoyao holy ruins..."

"What? Tell me in detail!"

Now, for the first time, his face became ugly.

"Cut!"

At the same time, on the other side, the young man, dressed in a long black shirt, sat on the edge of a cliff and looked at the opposite side.

"What terrible thing to say, but also to isolate my exploration?"

The young man said impatiently, "what's the matter with calling my name? You invented this name by human beings. Don't I do as the Romans do?"

"Mo Shushu, what a nice name!"

The young man talked to himself and chattered endlessly

Time passes by, and on this 100000 foot high mountain, I don't know the geometry of the sun and moon.

Slowly, Mu Qingyu removes his body barrier.

"Finished?"

Young Lang walked out at the moment and looked at Mu Qingyu.

"Nothing!"

Mu Qingyu said bitterly: "after this, after reaching the realm of ancestral God, he will have some abnormalities. I hope you..."

"I understand, I understand!"

The young man said with a smile: "the son of nine lives, this is the second of all families. I want to know if this guy will go farther than ye Xiaoyao!"

"Thanks a lot, mo... book!"

"No!"

Seeing Mo Shushu's smile, Mu Qingyu flashed and left quietly.

At the moment, Mo Shushu slapped his head and scolded.

"Just now he called my name. According to reason, I should answer, ah, that's right!"

"Well, I forgot to answer. It's acceptable for the son to call me uncle Mo!"

Mo Shushu looked at Mu Yun's body on the ground and said, "you can sleep hard, smelly boy, but you can't sleep here!"

As the words fell, the young man's figure disappeared and directly turned into a mire bird 100 meters in size. Then he rolled up the Muyun figure and disappeared.

At this moment, Muyun felt that his whole heart began to calm down.

Then, the body, limbs, eight veins, five zang organs, three souls and two souls gather to their hearts at this moment.

There, it constantly sends out warm power, rolling its own body layer by layer.

Slowly, after the two spirits, the third spirit grows slowly at this moment.

One soul is strong in the sky, two souls are smart, and three souls are spirit.

Spirit, which condenses the spirit of the life of the martial artist.

If a warrior is seriously injured, he will recover quickly as long as his spirit remains. If his spirit is not there, it will be difficult for the warrior's body to recover from the wound.

The gradual convergence of spirit is also the condensation of the third chakra of the warrior.

Yuanshen will become more stable.

The most important thing is the improvement of strength and the growth of strength.

With the increase of each soul, the warrior Yuanshen is a leap forward promotion.

This is also the most intuitive enhancement!

At this moment, the heart slowly dissipates, and everything returns to the smoke slowly.

But then, in my mind, memories poured in.

Those chaotic and noisy memories, about the past, can be described as a continuous reversal.

Time, I don't know how long it has passed. The memory of the seven generations and the experience and memory of the noumenon as the prince of the shepherd nationality also come from time to time.

Among them, the knowledge about alchemy, utensils and arrays is like an ocean drifting from.

Memory is returning like a tide.

"Huh?"

Slowly, Mu Yun felt that his head was a little heavy and woke up.

Myself, lying in a warm room, in my arms, a beautiful shadow is lying quietly at the moment, with a faint aroma, filled with nostrils.

"Fairy language..."

"Huh?"

Miao Xianyu rubbed his head and raised his head. His clear eyes and clean face took a trace of vicissitudes because of time.

The man in front of us is no longer the green and astringent in Beiyun City, but gives people a sense of steadfast and honest.

It's a sense of security!

"Husband!" Miao Xianyu came forward with both hands, his eyes full of joy.