Between the void, a figure stepped out at this moment.
A white gown, a white cloak, a touch of gold trim, and a decent piece of soft armor. There is a sense of elegance in the firm appearance, giving people a kind of amiable feeling.
"Mu Qingyu!"
Seeing the person, the young Lang said lightly.
"I don't like to break my promise. For him, I have waited for thousands of years to be raised by those guys every day. Although comfortable, but also lonely and boring, you should give me your promise!"
"So anxious?"
But Mu Qingyu smiled and said, "You always want me to see how my son is now, right?"
"What are you looking at?"
Young Lang said impatiently: "You are just a clone here, why bother to be such a fake orangutan?"
"If you are really worried about your son's safety, just take him away from the human world and enter the Xiaoyao Saint Ruins? I want to protect your son with the strength of the Ye Family in the Xiaoyao Saint Ruins, right? After all, that It is the site built by the first emperor."
"It won't bother you to worry about it!"
Mu Qingyu said again: "Everyone has their own way to go, and I will not stop him, just like in the past, he will use his clone to go through the decision of the nine lives and nine generations!"
"As a result he died..."
The young man said in an untimely manner: "Moreover, it has cost you 300,000 years of life to cast the three-life reincarnation spell for it!"
"Your words are very unhappy!"
Mu Qingyu said profoundly.
"Okay, okay, let's proceed as scheduled, what should I do, I know!" Young Lang said calmly.
"give!"
Mu Qingyu waved his palm at this moment, and a piece of copper appeared in the hands of the young man.
"The Jiuyou formula you want, I didn't find it..."
"You don't believe it!" The young Lang suddenly became angry.
"But I found the Kunpeng Nine Changes!"
"Deal!"
However, the young man's face suddenly changed, he directly collected the copper piece and merged it.
"It's not bad, you deserve to be Mu Qingyu who is called the Emperor!"
The young Lang smacked his lips and said, "No wonder that when the first emperor left, he didn't want to leave the Xiaoyao Saint Ruins to his sons to take care of, and want to leave it to you!"
"To be honest, Mu Qingyu, if you stayed in the Xiaoyao Saint Ruins back then, perhaps now, among the ten thousand races, your name as a human emperor is more terrifying than the name of the first divine emperor."
"Enough said?"
Mu Qingyu's tone changed slightly.
"Come on, you baby boy, take a good look!"
"One day, when you have a son, you will understand this feeling..." Mu Qingyu didn't argue either.
He just looked at the young man's appearance, but he looked weird and said: "In other words, you are an old thing who has lived for tens of thousands of years. Is it really good for you to be so tender?"
"I... I want you to control!"
Young Lang snorted and left directly.
"If you want to see, you can see more, but after a while, he will wake up!"
"You really don't plan to find a partner?" Mu Qingyu said again.
"I?"
The figure of the young man who had left had a meal, then turned to Mu Qingyu and said lonely: "I am the only one of the Jiuyou Kunpeng clan now, my partner? Where should I find it?"
"You can consider human beings..."
"roll!"
The young man scolded: "Mu Qingyu, you are a little careful, don't I know? Looking for your human race? I want my Kunpeng bloodline to be passed on to the human race, to strengthen your human race, right?"
"To be honest, you humans are really the most despicable. They have no inheritance in themselves. They steal the power of other people's blood from the powerful races of ten thousand races. Tsk..."
"Human race is weak after all, and the secret in the human world, let alone you are not tempted, we are not strong, I am afraid that when the disaster really strikes, no one can stop!"
"Come on, you are about to become the same virtue as that of Ye Xiaoyao!"
Young Lang waved his hand and said: "Next time I meet, can you call my name? It makes me feel like I have no name and no last name!"
"Call your name?"
Mu Qingyu reacted and said with a smile, "You have a dream!"
Slowly and slowly, Mu Qingyu stood in front of Mu Yun.
"Everything is your own choice. The memories of the seventh life are fused. If you reach the realm of the ancestor god, it is really as rumored, you may be better than me than your grandpa!"
At this moment, the young man stepped away, leaving the cliff, Mu Qingyu seemed to be talking to himself, and his voice passed away with the wind.
Slowly, Mu Qingyu pointed his finger.
At this moment, the entire top of the mountain completely seemed to disappear.
Mu Qingyu's figure in white, with fluttering robes, standing with his hands holding hands, looking at the lying body of Mu Yun in front of him, said: "Guiyi, we... can we talk about it?"
Om...
On the surface of Mu Yun's body, a ray of light flashed out.
"I knew that when Ye Xiaoyao died in the first place, how did I happen to be on Mu Yun!"
A figure of Guiyi appeared, a black black shirt, and a touch of silver hair flashed on both sides of the temples.
It turned out to be a handsome young man.
Different from the Jiuyou Kunpeng just now, this one in front of you felt very delicate, and even more shy.
"Mu Yun, mother Ye Yushi, I should have thought of it long ago."
Guiyi said frankly: "Speak, what do you want to say to me?"
"You need the magic weapon of prehistoric aura to be able to fully recover, right?"
Mu Qingyu smiled and said, "I have it here, but..."
"I understand that you can't hurt your son!" Guiyi said naturally: "This, I think, you can rest assured, right?"
"Besides, you handed him the Biluohuangquantu, isn't it just worrying, will I control him?"
"It's not!"
Mu Qingyu said lightly: "He needs to take that step after all, but I can help him now, but later, I can't do anything for him!"
"That's it!"
Guiyi was slightly impatient, and said, "I want to ask you something, did you find the news about Ye Yushi?"
As soon as these words came out, Mu Qingyu's calm face appeared with a touch of heartache.
"It seems to be gone?"
Guiyi is even more impatient.
"I will do everything possible..."
"OK OK……"
Gui Yi waved his hand and said, "You humans, the most clever tongue is like a spring, believe you, it is better to believe in myself!"
"Mainly, things outside are too busy!"
"Busy? Are you busy with your wife and children?"
Guiyi dissatisfied.
"I have to do this, otherwise, Xiaoyao Shengxu, I'm afraid I won't protect..."
"What? Tell me more!"
At this moment, his face became difficult to look at for the first time.
"cut!"
At the same time, on the other side, young man dressed in a black gown, sat on the edge of a cliff, looking at the opposite side.
"Say something terrible, but also cut off my probing?"
The young man said impatiently: "What's wrong with calling my name? You humans have invented this name, isn't I just going to the countryside and doing the same?"
"Mo Shushu, what a nice name!"
The young man talked to himself, chattering endlessly...
Time passed by, and above the mountain of one hundred thousand feet, the geometry of the sun and the moon was unknown.
Slowly, Mu Qingyu removed the whole body barrier.
"Done?"
The young man walked out at the moment and looked at Mu Qingyu.
"Nothing!"
Mu Qingyu said bitterly: "After this time, after reaching the realm of the ancestor god, he will have some abnormalities, I hope you..."
"I understand, I understand!"
Young Lang smiled and said: "The Nine Life Emperor, this is the second of the Ten Thousand Clan. I wonder if this guy will go further than Ye Xiaoyao!"
"Thank you, Mo... Shushu!"
"No need!"
Seeing Mo Shushu's smile, Mu Qingyu flashed and left quietly.
At this moment, Mo Shushu slapped his head and scolded.
"He called my name just now, so logically speaking, I should answer, hey, that's right!"
"That's all, I forgot to respond. That son called me Uncle Mo, which is still acceptable!"
Mo Shushu looked at Muyun's body on the ground and said, "Smelly boy, go to sleep, just let you sleep here, but it won't work!"
After the words fell, the young man's figure disappeared, turning into a hundred-meter-sized figure of a big Peng bird, then he rolled up the figure of Mu Yun and disappeared.
At this moment, Mu Yun felt that his whole heart began to calm down.
Then, the body's limbs, eight veins, internal organs, three souls and two souls all gathered to his heart at this moment.
There, the warm power is constantly exuding, rolling his body layer by layer.
Between slowly, after the two spirits, the third spirit, at this moment, slowly grows up.
One soul is strong, the second soul is wise, and the third soul is the spirit.
Spirit, condenses the spirit of the warrior's life.
If the martial artist is severely injured, as long as the spirit remains, the recovery speed will be very fast. If the spirit is not there, the martial artist's body will be difficult to recover from the trauma.
The gradual convergence of boldness is also the condensation of the third chakra of the martial artist.
The soul will become more stable.
The most important thing is the improvement of strength, the growth of strength.
With each increase in soul, the martial artist's soul is a leapfrog improvement.
This is also the most intuitive enhancement!
Slowly, everything disappeared, the heart returned to a gentle beating at this moment, and the body slowly returned to calm.
But then, in my mind, a group of memories swarmed.
Those chaotic and noisy memories, about the past, can be described as reversing again and again.
Time, I don't know how long it has passed. The memories of the seventh life, as well as the experiences and memories of being the prince of the shepherd, the body, are also pounced.
Among them, the knowledge about alchemy, about refining tools, and about the formation method is like an ocean, drifting.
The memory is returning like a tide.
"Ok?"
Slowly, Mu Yun felt that his head was a little heavy, and he became sober.
I, lying in a warm room, in my arms, a beautiful figure is lying on his stomach quietly at this moment, a faint fragrance filled his nose.
"Xianyu..."
"Ok?"
Miao Xianyu rubbed his head at this moment, raised his head, those clear eyes, clean face, because of time, with a trace of vicissitudes.
The man in front of him was no longer the sullenness of the North Cloud City, but a sense of solidity and honesty.
It is a sense of security!
"Husband!"
Miao Xianyu hugged her hands and came forward with joy in her eyes.
