In the thick golden liquid, the roots of Xuanbai Youchi were divided into several ways, and the pale golden streamer spread up along the roots, Mu Jun flew up to the top along the vine body, and saw that the young leaves on the top of Xuanbai's head had become a lot larger, and the pale golden streamer on the leaf veins turned into complex patterns and automatically flowed, and turned up and down along the two plants a few times, and the spirit summoned the two plants, and it took a long time to hear the faint and lazy voice: "Mother...... Xiao Yu is sleepy...... It's so sleepy...... "Mu Jun came to a conclusion: I'm overwhelmed!

Mu Jun melancholy returned to the bottom of the pool, the corpse carbon dragged to the large stone chamber and placed under the bronze square tripod, looked at the golden liquid in the tripod, and then looked at the two mysterious and secluded plants above the head, his eyes fell back on the corpse carbon, and he gritted his teeth, since they were all extraterritorial creatures, they must have the same preferences, and dragged the corpse carbon and threw it into the tripod.

The corpse carbon was covered by the golden liquid, and after half a moment, Mu Jun found that the white and red roots were densely wrapped around the corpse carbon, and countless pale gold streamers fell into the corpse carbon. Mu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it works. At the beginning, since Uncle Xuanyou's black face was able to give the jade fruit to himself and let it be used as a place for Xuanbai Youchi to settle down, he could understand how this body could be destroyed like ordinary flesh and blood.

Looking at the golden liquid, Mu Jun was a little eager to try, it should be beneficial for Jin Dan to jump in, right? She carefully suspended above the liquid, contaminated a little, waited for a while, there was no discomfort, she sank The entire Jin Dan was immersed in the liquid, and after two breaths, Jin Dan was wrapped by the root of Xuanbai and red, so that she couldn't move for half a minute. Three moments later, her consciousness began to drift away, and she tried to break free from the golden pill, but unfortunately it was too late, and she sank into a dark dream.

In the south of the Shensha Realm, Rong Mo finally killed the mirage, and he was already a Jindan consummation, and he needed to retreat and condense the baby. Hua Hedge stood beside him, looking at the blue moon in the sky, and quietly reached out to grab Rong Mo's hand, waiting for him to shake it off. After waiting for three breaths, the hand did not move, the warmth of the palm was close to the heart, so that the hedge's heart beat like thunder, she thought that she had finally stepped into this love calamity, but she was willing.

Rong Mo turned his head to look at the hedge, was silent for a long time, withdrew his palm, and said lightly: "This retreat, the years are uncertain, you can travel by yourself." ”

Hedges shook her empty palm, pursed her lips, and nodded. After hesitating for a long time, she suddenly raised her head and stared at Rong Mo: "The overhaul still remembers Jiuxiao Mujun." ”

"Uncle Priest?" Rong Mo frowned slightly: "Why don't you remember?"

Hana Hedge bit her lip and asked softly, "Then do you miss her?"

"......" Rong Mo glanced at the hedge suspiciously, flicked his clothes and left, his mind flashed the appearance of the Nine Heavens Mujun, he didn't understand why the hedge had this question, but there were only a few intersections, what could he think?

Hua Hedge clenched her fists, the residual warmth of her palm seemed to be still there, looking at the back in the distance, she lowered her eyes, and a tear slipped down.

On the north side of the Sword Thorn Peaks near the Northern and Southern Cultivation Realms, Ji Yue and Yiluo crossed the mountains, and they wandered here for more than a year, just to find the entrance to the Southern Cultivation Realm. After Iluo opened the temple again, as the master, she was able to explore every corner of the temple with a divine sense, and no trace of Mu Jun was found, which made Ji Yue very angry.

Ji Yue left alone and searched all over the Northern Cultivation Realm, but could not find any trace of the master. Over the years, he has opened the Great Zhou Heaven according to the jade slips left by Mu Jun, and the twelve layers have successfully built the foundation by himself. Now that he is on the third floor of the foundation, when he meets Yiluo again, she invites him to go to the Southern Cultivation Realm with him, and maybe he can find Mu Jun's traces.

Yiluo got the inheritance of the Xuanyuan Temple, she found a way to open the soul beast, and now she insists on going to the Southern Cultivation Realm, because she knows the dreams of all the monks in the Southern Cultivation Realm, she wants to establish a new cultivation order in the Southern Cultivation Realm, and ...... Looking back at the man in the cloud coat and wide sleeves standing on the piano, Yiluo smiled softly, and said softly in his heart: Kill Yuge!

On the Yuqingliu Cloud Peak in the Southern Cultivation Realm, a woman in a moon-white robe with a delicate face stood quietly under the red maple tree, the maple leaves in the sky flew with the wind, lifting the hem of the female cultivator's clothes, as if riding the wind away from the Nine Heavens Xuannu, a man in a wide-sleeved red robe in the distance walked step by step, standing three zhang away, looking at the female cultivator under the tree, the peach blossom eyes turned lightly, and the thin lips lightly opened: "Yuge ......" The voice was low, as if a hundred turns and a thousand times.

Yu Ge turned his head and looked at Jiang Ta Ge who was standing beside him with a smile, and said with a slight resentment: "I haven't seen you for half a month, and I thought you had ascended to immortal!"

Jiang Ta Ge's smile spread across his eyebrows, stretched out his arms, and looked at her with a smile. Yu Ge lifted the hem of his skirt and ran into his arms, and the two stood in each other's arms, like fairy couples.

Yuxu Chenggong Peak, standing deep on the mountain rocks, looking at the clouds in the sky, and asked softly, "Is there a reply?"

The spiritual power of the void moved slightly, and a man's voice came into his ears: "Back to the Lord, the seventy-two ghost hands passed back the letter sword: Seven years ago, after the pastoral monk stepped into the Twelve Cities of An, he did not take half a step out of the Twelve Cities. Since then, the wife of the Twelve City Lords, Brother Jiang Qiluo, has disappeared, and City Lord An Wusi has never stepped out of the Twelve Cities except for daily affairs. Six years ago, An Jiubi had gone to the Twelve Cities, and when he left, the ghost hand had not received any news. ”

The spiritual power in the void was divided into five paths, running into the distance. The dragon-shaped token in Mozi's hand had never been thought of by the past, he had only been in retreat for seven years, and it was a matter of time to come out. It seems that An Twelve Cities still needs him to go there in person, and to listen to the flute of An Jiubi, maybe it will have a different taste.

A red leaf broke through the sky and floated in front of Jiang Ta Ge, he tapped the red leaves, and then heard a cold voice from the depths of the stream: "An Twelve Cities." ”

Anta Ge raised his eyebrows slightly, stroked the top of Yu Ge's hair with his hand, and asked with a smile, "Yu Ge would like to go with me?"

Yu Ge couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes, could she finally step out of Liuyun Peak? She hugged Jiang Ta Ge's neck and rubbed his cheek affectionately: "I want to go!"

Jiang Tage nodded her nose, rolled up her sleeves, and the two disappeared under the blue sky.

In the deep valley, the human cultivator who ushered in again, the male cultivator in the red robe of Xuanyi, stood quietly in front of the stone tablet, looking at the mess all over the ground, his long eyebrows moved slightly, and the corpse carbon in the ground had lost his trace.

He turned his head and looked at the deep pool in silence, and his figure disappeared into the deep pool. Walking through the stone chamber to the bronze square tripod, looking at the corpse carbon wrapped in roots, his eyes swept over the two towering vines, he sat cross-legged on one side, waiting for time to pass.

The pangolin sniffed and looked at the water in the deep pool, hesitated for a long time, and suddenly buried its head in the earth, thinking that this time it must find that strange person. (To be continued.) )