Mu Jun turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered the rune array at the bottom of the pool, stopped and turned around and saluted the man: "Yunhua Mu Jun has seen the Great Monarch!" As if completely erasing the issue that the two were discussing at the previous moment.

The man was speechless at her behavior, raised his hand and replied, "I am the immortal of Mo Qing on the top of the clouds." His eyes fell on her stunned face, and he chuckled in his heart, and sure enough, he was still a child.

Mahayana cultivation, Mu Jun blinked, looked at the man opposite, she found that the good-looking men all looked similar, with long eyebrows, big eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips...... Well, in fact, she couldn't accept it, because she suddenly remembered that Sambo once said that when cultivating to the Mahayana, communicating with heaven and earth, understanding the way of heaven, and returning to the immortal throne, she will spend a worldly calamity: or love, or kin, or desire, or hatred......

The Mahayana monks of the Cloud Realm, when they survive the worldly tribulations, will often turn away from their appearance, hide their cultivation, travel through the world with a new identity, and find their own calamities according to the guidance of the Heavenly Dao. Whether it is a catastrophe or fate, whether it is cultivation or devouring, it is a crossing.

Crossing others and oneself, cultivating immortals and enlightenment, and whether or not you can climb the ladder of heaven is the last hurdle. Mu Jun doesn't want to be crossed, and she doesn't want to be crossed, because she only crosses herself.

She has not had good luck since she embarked on the path of cultivation, or that once she has received a little benefit, the heavens will take it back elsewhere. Mu Jun silently put down her hand, her eyes fell on Mo Qing's immortal's robe, she was wondering if she should build a soul-binding array, going back to the past, she must not drink in An Twelve City.

Mo Qing walked in front of Mu Jun, looking at her suddenly wide eyes, with boundless confusion spreading in his eyes, he reached out to cover her eyes, and said softly: "The fate is connected, you are my fate." Mu Jun looked at his palm, she understood what he meant, it was fate that would not be sacrificed to the Soul Devourer. But Mu Jun really wants to cry, she doesn't want it to be a catastrophe, let alone fate, she has no love roots, she won't be in love at all, how to cross him?

The wetness of the palm made Mo Qing slightly stunned, and his eyelashes were mixed with tears, as if sweeping his heart, and the unfamiliar throbbing made him suddenly feel melancholy. He stretched out his other hand, hugged Mu Jun into his arms, and rubbed her long hair: "Don't worry, I respect your will." ”

"Really?" Mu Jun quickly raised his head, blinked his teary eyes, looked at him pitifully, and told the truth: "I have no love roots. ”

"......" Mo Qing probably didn't expect that a little girl in her thirties would be taken out of love.

Mo Qing was silent for a long time, let go of Mu Jun, pinched the trick with both hands, and covered the two of them with a ball of golden light in the air, the surrounding scene turned into nothingness, and a wrong eye came to a void.

Mu Jun looked at the five-colored lines around her, she stretched out her hand to fluctuate, and found that these lines were soft and like spiritual power gathering, and these threads were all on her body, and the other end of the line led to the void.

Mo Qing stretched out his hand and picked out a red thread among the thousands of lines, a crystal clear red, and handed it to Mu Jun's eyes. Mu Jun followed the red line and saw that the red line came from nothingness, and she pinched the red line and looked at Mo Qing suspiciously.

"This is the root of love?" Mu Jun shook the red line in his hand, no matter how he looked at it, it was not right.

Mo Qing shook his head, and said softly with his hands behind his back: "This is your love thread, which has been forcibly cut off, you can destroy it, or you can continue." After speaking, he stretched out his finger on Mu Jun's wrist, and a finger-thick red thing like a vein floated out, and there was a golden seal on the vein: "This is the root of love." ”

Mu Jun looked at the strange scene, and she shouted in her heart: Why didn't anyone tell her that the root of love grows on the wrist.

"Is it sealed?" Mu Jun really couldn't remember the past, who sealed himself, and for whom. She can know that she has no love roots, and it is the little secret that Tuanzi secretly told her. She didn't ask Sambo, at that time she probably felt that it didn't matter if she didn't have a love root, and it was not impossible to cultivate immortals.

Mo Qing pinched the trick with both hands, turning into countless magic seals, and the colorful lines around it slowly rotated, and there was a totem rotating in the void, falling on her head, the golden seal on the veins faded, and many memories instantly flooded into her mind.

She couldn't help but hold her head, Mo Qing reached out and covered the top of her head, helping her sort out her memories, looking at her frowning brows, tears wet her eyelashes, his fingers were stained with a tear, he was stunned, his fingers stretched out to his lips, he tasted the sour and astringent heart, he was thinking that if this is the taste of love, why do people in the world still flock to it?

Memories are like a veil that has been lifted, revealing the shrouded past, Mu Jun remembered that in the distant cloud world, there was a man in a cloud coat with wide sleeves, he had the fastest sword in the cloud world, he only had a warm smile at her, and a dry and powerful palm, but he ...... It's gone!

Mu Jun remembered a sentence from his previous life: butterflies can't fly in the sea, and love and love are not fate. There may not be such a deep friendship between her and Rong Mo, but the surging past still suffocates her. Opening his eyes and looking at the red thread in his hand, Mu Jun gently let go, watching it be swept into the void and disappear, since he had already chosen, why bother to increase cause and effect.

Mo Qing stretched out his hand to hold Mu Jun's hand and led her out of the void, he ignored the sudden increase in sourness in his heart, and remembered the meaningful words of a long, long time ago, before the master ascended: Your calamity, the origin of love is deep, you are bitter, and if you don't cross you, you will suffer.

In the Cloud Realm Soul Palace, the silent pale golden soul lamp, the flame swaying, suddenly flushed, like a moment of blooming, it seemed to be beautiful. The young man in white floated over, leaned over and sniffed the fragrance of flowers, and couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes: "This woman is actually contaminated with divine power, and her life is good!" sighed for two breaths, swayed to the soul entangled on the pillar, and reached out to knock on its big head: "If she has a trace of discomfort on weekdays, you will move like lightning, and today she got such a big bargain, you didn't even move at all, but you can't say anything?"

The huge head turned to the side, dodging the young man's fingers, and the eyeballs rolled under the eyelids twice, even the eyelids didn't bother to open them. Seeing that it was so virtuous, the young man also lost his interest, wandering the depths of the Soul Palace, suddenly his body was stunned, and he quickly flashed to a lamp, looking at the dark blue flame, the blooming redness, his round eyes, and muttered: "It turns out that this is his original intention." ”

The door of the Soul Hall suddenly opened, and a figure flashed in, and the figure landed in front of the pale golden soul lamp that opened with a red halo, his eyes were strange and cold, and he stretched out his hand and slapped towards the soul lamp. But he was stopped by a white hand, and the young man said lightly: "When you return to the world, you are here for her, how can you stop it." Behind him, the soul with his big head held high was staring coldly at the man with his hands raised, as if he was about to swallow his body and fall into reincarnation forever.

In the Sinking Sand Realm, Rong Mo, who was in the long retreat, suddenly opened his eyes, took out a soul card, rubbed it twice, and with his fingers forced, it shattered into powder and scattered in the air in one breath. He slowly closed his eyes, and his indifferent face was like a high god's mansion, no longer contaminated with dust, and he would eventually return. (To be continued.) )