When Mu Jun regained consciousness, she was sitting cross-legged in a verdant universe, surrounded by countless colored beads, grabbed one casually, put it in front of her forehead and probed it, it was indeed her own memory ball, but it looked much smaller.

She flipped out the latest memory ball, and was sure that she was unconscious after being struck by lightning, so this is Zhihai? Mu Jun wrote runes in the air with both hands, the wood of the common people, one tree and nine lives, and every time he finished writing a rune, he disappeared into the vastness.

Mu Jun pinched the trick and stood with the sword, the sword cut through the sky, the body shifted, and every time a sword qi was split, the sword qi would float into the void and disappear like a rune. This is not Zhihai, the sword qi of Zhihai will automatically condense into small balls and pile up in the corners of Zhihai.

Mu Jun pinched the trick with one hand, and with a wave of the colorful beads in the sky moved along her gestures, the colored beads flew and found themselves, divided into twelve colored bead columns, from dark to shallow, like a dragon rotating around Mu Jun's body, Mu Jun fell into a deep sleep again.

This time, Mu Jun opened her eyes and saw the sky full of grass and ancient trees, even this grass was a little too high, and before she could confirm it, she found that she was moving, could it be that she had crossed again?

The line of sight was too restricted, Mu Jun's divine sense swept in all directions, and she finally saw her appearance clearly, a fist-sized emerald carved vine ball, or called a golden pill, is more appropriate. Next to Jindan was the pangolin, which was burrowing its burrow. The splashed mud and sand fell on the golden pill, Mu Jun jumped in disgust, who knew that it really jumped.

Mu Jun controlled Jin Dan to leap into the sky, and she found that she was still in the deep valley, and the deep pool in the distance was still the world of spirit monkeys. Mu Jun searched for the stone platform on the stone wall, and found that the vines covered the entire stone platform, climbing half of the stone wall, and if this continued, one day the vines would grow out of the deep valley and spread to the outside world.

After a few circles around, Mu Jun didn't find a big hole, she remembered very clearly, the thunder cut a big hole at the beginning, could it have been many years? So the vicissitudes of the sea filled the hole? Mu Jun looked at the pangolin who was working hard, and his body didn't get much bigger, at most two or three years. I don't know if the second senior brother who was in a hurry succeeded in the catastrophe?

As she wandered, she found a stone tablet hidden by vines and grass, and she flew to the stone tablet and her consciousness covered it. When she saw the contents of the stone tablet, she was stunned for a while, the person on the stone tablet was exactly like herself, could it be that the second senior brother had succeeded in crossing the tribulation? No, if he had discovered himself, he would never let himself go to his place of tribulation, which was a big taboo for monks.

If it weren't for the second senior brother, who would it be? Mu Jun stared at the portrait on the stone tablet, and the gesture of pinching the trick was exclusive to him when he was concentrating, and he could see the spirit planting array clearly, who would it be? Mu Jun remembered the formation that had inexplicably disappeared on the stone platform next door, and his heart was shocked, although she was now a golden pill, she still felt cold. Of course, Mu Jun was still quite grateful to the anonymous monk and set up a tombstone for himself, although he meant to snoop, but he also fulfilled the monk's righteousness.

Mu Jun flew around the inscription a few times, does this mean that there is his body buried underneath, is it really turned into ashes? Thinking of this, Mu Jun is infinitely melancholy, as a soul of a foreign land, how can it be so difficult to have a body quietly!

The pangolin finally found that his toy was gone, and it looked around a few times, looked up at the spirit monkey by the pool, and rushed over violently, it must have been this group of noisy monkeys who stole its things.

The most unusual thing was a white-tailed male monkey, who straightened up and bared his teeth and looked at the pangolin rushing towards him. Who knew that the pangolin was five feet away from it, blinking its small eyes, looking at the monkeys all over the mountains, and repeatedly determined that the strength of the two sides was not in contrast, it turned its head and crawled slowly to the edge of the pool, washed its paws in the pool water, drank the pool water, and walked away leisurely, so that the white-tailed male monkey scratched his head very puzzled......

Mu Jun wanted to dig into the dirt to make sure, how could he say that the body of the jade fruit that had been baptized by the Jindan Thunder Tribulation should not be split into ashes like this, right? And the Youpo meson, that is all his belongings, it shouldn't be split, right? I remember that I said at the beginning that as long as my soul does not disperse, Youpo will exist in the soul forever. But in his soul, there is no ghost, does that mean that the body is intact?

After a few turns, Mu Jun saw the pangolin coming back from the edge of the pond and flew up to it, just about to express his joy at meeting his neighbors. I saw the pangolin, looking at me quietly with its little eyes, and the next moment it pounced on it and rolled it under the belly.

"......" Mu Jun looked at the white soft belly, this is too enthusiastic, right?

Mu Jun squeezed for a long time without squeezing out the cage surrounded by pangolin scales, so he honestly stayed under its belly. Half a day passed, and the pangolin was probably sure that the ball under the stomach would not run anymore, so he slowly stretched his body, and Mu Jun hurried out and flew out in mid-air, facing the stunned pangolin.

It was almost certain that the ball would not come down again, and the pangolin would go down into the hole and never come out again. Mu Jun lingered at the entrance of the cave for a long time, struggling between communicating with the pangolin and the pangolin's belly, but she was still discouraged and decided to find another way.

Mu Jun flew to the edge of the pool with dust, jumped into the water and took a good bath. This feeling of freedom and freedom without restraint made her feel relaxed for a long time, and she even thought that even if she didn't have a body, it didn't matter, she could always think of other ways to cultivate immortals.

Mu Jun, who was swaying in the water of the pool, attracted the attention of the spirit monkey on the side of the pool, and it was the white-tailed male monkey again, which quietly entered the water and swam towards Mu Jun. Just as it stretched out to grab it, Mu Jun quickly dived to the deep water, and the white-tailed male monkey dived into the water to chase some distance, but reluctantly gave up and returned to the surface.

Mu Jun remembered the Xuanbai Youchi who disappeared under the deep pool back then, she had never found a chance to come down and take a look over the years, and she could find out today. Mu Jun sank for half an hour, but there was still the end, thinking of the huge body of the Xuan Snake, it seemed that there was still a latent body.

The closer she got to the pool, the more uncomfortable she felt, and she always felt the invisible coercion, which made her move a little sluggish, could it be that there were still powerful creatures hidden in this deep pool? When Mu Jun saw the huge rune formation in the pool, she understood why for so many years, Xuanbai Youchi did not respond, because they were sealed here. Mu Jun remembered the mysterious man in the red robe back then, and only when he cultivated to be above the monarch could he seal the current Xuanbai and Red Plants.

Mu Jun swam around the pond, Jin Dan stopped in the center, her divine consciousness unfolded, she slowly copied the rune array in the verdant universe, this painting is three months long. (To be continued.) )