A monk's retreat is as many years as he wants, and how many years he is looking for an uncommon material, and the monks often have more separation from each other, and the parting of life and death is more frequent for these people who fight with the sky, the earth, and people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people in front of them may be old people when they say their age, but in the cultivation realm, they are all juniors. These people who have been studying art for decades have also come to the front of them, cultivators of this age have broken out their own legends in the cultivation realm, and they have also moved from the stage of hearing about other people's legends to the era of creating their own legends. The change of the times will not change in which way of life, this is the Great Dao, the eternal Avenue of Heaven and Earth・・・・・・

After the commotion, several people all sat down quietly, and they all sat on the roof without restraint, Shuang Aya put her arm on Mu Yunzhi's shoulder, holding a wine jug in her hand, and the eight people sat on the roof and drank.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and a faint sadness filled the air. Frost Aya tilted her head and took a sip of her wine and asked, "When was the last time we drank together?"

"Ahh

"Those people don't know what's going on, are they still connected?" asked Hongshui with a sigh.

"Nope. Mu Yunzhi sighed, are you okay with those old friends who haven't seen you for a long time? Mu Yunzhi knew that the people Hongshui said were those old guys of the Pixiu War Group back then, the Pixiu War Group was formed by her, and her feelings for those old guys were also the deepest among these people, she was the least uncomfortable one when she was forced to give up the Pixiu War Group, but the Pixiu War Group caused a lot of people to look at and anger, and she had to do it in order to seek perfection.

It's ridiculous to say, the reason why the Pixiu War Group is facing that kind of crisis is actually that the Pixiu War Group's combat exploits are too prominent, which makes the other bigwigs have no shame, just because the Pixiu War Group has strong combat power and countless good things looted, which are coveted by those in power. Hehe, just because of these reasons, a warband that could have slaughtered all sides on the battlefield and won countless victories for the Terran was disbanded so forcefully. In order to protect those fighters from accidents, she could not appear in front of them again and apologize to them personally. What a sad and ridiculous thing this is, the human race has fallen to such a point, it is better to be occupied by the demon race and the demon race.

"Haven't you ever gotten together since?" Wei Yu also sighed.

"・・・・・・ no. ”

"What about Lord Mingyan? She was so willing to let Pixiu disband, didn't she ask?" Miki was a little annoyed, and his voice couldn't help but get louder.

Mu Yunzhi looked at him with a sad look in his eyes, and only said in a half-loud voice: "Lord Mingyan・・・・・・ no matter how powerful he is, he is not a god after all." Mu Yunzhi lowered his head, "If you don't become a god, there are always some things that you can't get rid of." She ・・・・・・ she was at fault, but letting Pixiu dissolve was the only thing she could do. Mu Yunzhi sighed and shook his head, "No one in the Immortal Cultivation Realm can find her, she has lost her whereabouts for a long time." "What's more・・・・・・

Mu Yunzhi looked down at the invisible line hidden under the skin on the palm of her right hand, her strength was sealed by herself with the ancient formation, but this formation is flawed, and the person who is sealed will dissipate the original strength year by year in the next few years, and finally become a mortal.

The formation of the Pixiu War Group was at the peak of her strength after she sealed it, and now that so many years have passed, her strength has almost dissipated, and her cultivation, her physical strength, and her divine sense are all moving closer to mortals little by little. She is no longer the omnipotent smoke in the eyes of everyone, she is just Mu Yunzhi now, that's all. In another two years, all her strength was sealed, and at that time, she was a mortal except that her lifespan would never diminish and her face would never change.

Some worries appeared on Wanyun's face: "Lord Mingyan won't have an accident, right?"

"No, it won't. Mu Yunzhi suddenly let go, "Don't worry about it, Lord Mingyan is a god-like character, it's so easy to have an accident, don't worry! Come on, drink and drink! The beautiful scenery of wine is right in front of you, don't worry about these unhappy things." You have to believe those old friends, even if they are not in the war realm, they can live well when they are not together. Looking forward to seeing each other again in the future!"

"Okay! Drink!" The wine jars in the hands of several people collided together, and laughter gradually rose, but there was a touch of sadness and worry in everyone's hearts that could not be concealed, and it would be a lie to say that they were not worried.

A wine banquet was drunk until midnight, it was rare to have such a happy time, Miki and Huang Hao were drunk, and they were directly lying under the table, and everyone else was also drunk, and the slightly better ones were Mu Yunzhi and Wanyun. Wanyun didn't drink too much, so it's okay, but Mu Yunzhi is born with a thousand cups of not drunk, and no matter how much wine he drinks, he won't get drunk.

Mu Yunzhi wanted to go back to Baicao Peak at night, and Wanyun didn't keep her, and sent her to the bottom of Baicao Peak and was about to leave. Before leaving, Wanyun suddenly asked, "Baozi, do you know the whereabouts of Lord Mingyan?"

Mu Yunzhi was silent for a long time, and sighed inaudibly: "She is now a mortal, except for the time that never fades and her face that never changes, she is a mortal at all, and she is no longer an invincible god in the eyes of the world, and any monk can put her to death." So, forget about her! She has her problems. ”

"Why is this happening?" Wanyun looked incredulous.

Mu Yunzhi shook his head, turned around and walked towards the top of Baicao Peak: "Forget it, just as there is no such person as Ming Yan in this world! Ming Yan Ling Yan, just a fleeting smoke that came out of hell, where is it worthy of the world to regard her as a god?"

At this moment, the wordless loneliness and sadness on Mu Yunzhi's body was incomprehensible to Wanyun, but she didn't know why Mu Yunzhi suddenly wanted to cry when she looked at her like this. The tears could not be stopped, she felt inexplicably sad, feeling that something very important was leaving her step by step and would never come back.

Mu Yunzhi stood still in front of the Hall of Eternal Life, looked up at the starry sky, and suddenly there was a scene of nine stars in the starry sky, Mu Yunzhi muttered: "The troubled times have come, the catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming, this time it is necessary to overcome the doom to overcome the crisis of the world? Heavenly Dao, how cruel are you! Where can a person bear the suffering of a world?"

Mu Yunzhi returned to his residence, took out a very shabby bamboo flute, and played it slowly. The sound of the flute whimpered and added a sadness to the night.