Chapter 10: A Call from Far Away

With a "bang", Morpheus was once again knocked out by the iron fist of Snow Moon Scar, and fell heavily to the ground and lost consciousness. In the face of the snow moon scar, Morpheus is unilaterally abused. Although he has made great progress under the iron fist of Snow Moon Scar, Snow Moon Scar is also constantly mastering his body that he could not control outside. Although ten consecutive days of abuse had raised Morpheus's level a lot, in the face of Snowmoon Trace, who had profound experience in dealing with assassins, Morpheus had to admit that he was too tender. The experience he had accumulated over the course of more than a hundred years and many detours was not worth mentioning in the face of the experience that had taken many generations of assassins and scouts to the Snow Moon Scar.

Mu Hu glanced at Morpheus, who was crawling on the ground, and said to Xue Yueji with some distress:

"I said, can you be a little lighter next time you fight? I'm really afraid that if you can't control it well, you will beat my disciple to death! Although my disciple is relatively strong, if you continue to fight like this, sooner or later it will be broken!"

Xue Yueji shook his fist lightly and said:

"If it weren't for the good of your apprentice, do you think I would waste such a long time to ** him? He has a god-level realm, but he doesn't have god-level strength, and he can't even control his own fighting spirit. I really don't understand how you are the number one master. Didn't you teach him that he should hide his fighting spirit, otherwise he would be easily discovered by the masters?"

Mu Hu said with some embarrassment:

"Uh, this, hehe, that, I won't hide my vindictiveness. I'm a swordsman, and I've never known how to hide my fighting spirit. You also know that we swordsmen prefer head-on confrontation and rarely carry out sneak attacks. Even the sneak attack was carried out under the cover of his companions, and there was no need to hide his fighting spirit at all. ”

Xue Yueji smiled indifferently, and suddenly Xue Yueji's expression froze, and slowly Xue Yueji's expression became very serious, but he was a little excited. Mu Hu asked strangely:

"What's wrong with you?"

Before Mu Hu could finish speaking, Xue Yueji suddenly raised his hand to signal him not to make a sound, and Mu Hu immediately obediently closed his mouth. Xue Yueji closed her eyes and listened carefully, and the expression on her face became more and more excited. Yun Na asked in a low voice:

"Wood, what are you doing?"

Xue Yueji asked in surprise:

"Didn't you hear?"

Yun Na shook her head suspiciously, and Xue Yue appeared in front of Yun Na like a ghost, grabbed Yun Na's shoulder, and said eagerly:

"Didn't you hear? Don't you hear the drums of war? And this war song? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Hatred with the Son! How can it be said that there is no clothing? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Do you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Walk with the Son! How can you say that you have no clothes? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. With the Son...... 'Didn't you hear what they sang?' and the sound of the chariots, and the neighing of horses, didn't you hear it?

Yun Na shook her head slightly, and Xue Yueji turned her head sharply to stare at Mu Hu and Muta, who also shook their heads and gave a negative answer. Xue Yueji sat on the ground dejectedly, but he had obviously heard those voices, and those voices were still echoing in his ears. Those familiar voices made him feel his blood boiling, as if he had returned to the battlefield of the Six Kingdoms dispute in the last years of the Warring States period, and returned to his galloping army. It's too real, it's a little unbelievable, it's so real that even his murderous aura starts to boil and erupt from his body without his control. The wind danced around the snow moon mark like a warrior, blowing his white hair like snow.

After feeling the horror of the murderous aura mixed with the wind, Mu Hu lowered his voice and asked Muta:

"Bone, what the hell is going on with this kid? Could it be that the gap between strength and realm makes his power uncontrollable and hallucinate? shouldn't it?

Muta said solemnly:

"That's right, this shouldn't be caused by uncontrolled strength. You also know his situation, although he is still outside the Holy Throne, the strength and level of his soul are much stronger than you and me. It is impossible for the strength to get out of control. Moreover, he has read a lot of wind magic notes recently, and according to himself, those wind magicians have far less understanding of wind than him, which shows that his understanding of the essence has reached a very high level. When in the last few decades have you seen my necromantic magic lose control?"

Mu Hu shook his head, frowned and said:

"No, your undead magic hasn't gotten out of control in recent decades. But how do you explain his present state? Is there really a voice that only he hears and we can't hear?"

Muta said solemnly:

"To be honest, I don't know. I've never encountered anything like this, and there's no record of it in the books. I didn't even feel any unusual fluctuations in him. Nothing is beyond my comprehension. From his appearance to the present, it is as if everything was deliberately arranged! How could he be so easily lost in my realm with his sense of the wind? And he's an undead of a very noble blood! a king-level undead! An undead knight wouldn't have to be lost in my realm that has been magnified so much! And that balance. When I duel with O'Moore that day, it was obvious that the strength between us had reached a balance that could be maintained for a long time, but why was our balance suddenly broken when his body was about to reach its limit? You didn't make a move, and he didn't have the strength to break that balance, and it was even more impossible for O'Moore and I to suddenly break the balance that had been maintained at that time. Who broke that balance? And it was under the nose of you, the number one master, who silently broke that balance? Don't you think it's too strange? Who has the ability to break that balance without you even noticing? This is not the time for the war of the gods, and it is impossible for gods and demons to come to this world without sacrifices! But do you see or feel that there is a sacrifice?"

Mu Hu couldn't help but shudder and said:

"The man with the power that even I can't perceive blinds his perception without us noticing, and breaks the equilibrium maintained by the three of you without us noticing, which means that the voice he hears now is made by the master for him alone. What kind of character is such a terrifying master? Is the main god? I'm afraid that the power of the main god can't still maintain the effect that you and I find after passing through the spatial barrier!"

Snow Moon Scar's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stood up violently, and the violent wind instantly penetrated all the walls directly west of Snow Moon Scar, opening up a huge "window". Xue Yueji looked at the West excitedly and asked:

"Bones, it's less than 160,000 miles west from here, what is that place?"

Mutta was stunned for a moment and said:

"It should be the imperial capital of the Celestial Dragon Empire. You've been there for a while. Any questions?"

Xue Yueji said excitedly:

"I feel that there is a person waiting for me there! He was calling me over just now! It must be there! He was calling me over! Who is it? I have never heard this voice, it is definitely not the voice of anyone I am familiar with! Who is it? It is too familiar! The sound of the chariot! It is definitely the chariot of the Qin State! The sound produced by the heavy armor is absolutely not wrong! And the neighing of this horse, this is obviously the neighing of Huma! The sound of the horse's hooves is not wrong! Among the six kingdoms, we are the only ones in the Qin State who have such a huge number of Huma! Who is it? Why does he know us so well? And this "Qin Feng Wuyi"! Who is he! Who are you? Why do you know us so well! Obviously two spaces far apart, who are you!"

Xue Yueji muttered to himself as if he had planted a magic barrier, and the wind around him was messy, but it blew freely as if it was following the law of sound. Something was constantly broken by the fleeing wind, but when all the wind reached Yunna and the White Tiger, it blew softly like a violent lion into a docile sheep in an instant. Through the "window" opened up by the snow and moon marks, you can see the clouds in the sky outside constantly changing their shapes under the blowing of the wind, and even if there are no clouds, you can faintly see the fluctuations caused by the flow of air currents if you look closely.

Yun Na jumped off the White Tiger's back and groped her way in the direction of the Snow Moon Scar, the White Tiger carefully following behind her, revealing its vigilant expression in her steps. Yun Na fumbled and said anxiously:

"Wood, wood, what's wrong with you? Wood, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Na's feet were mixed with a broken floor tile, and she screamed and fell forward, just as she was about to feel the pain of hitting the ground, Yun Na felt a pair of familiar arms catch her, and then her body was carried up, and after a circle in the air, it landed on the back of her familiar white tiger. Xue Yueji's slightly excited voice came into her ears:

"It's okay, I'm fine! remember not to come down like this next time, the child has arrived?"

Yun Na nodded obediently, and Xue Yueji calmed down and said:

"Alright, let's go now, and see who's calling me! I can hear such a real voice so clearly from such a distance, as if I were there. I must know who he is! With such strength, he might be able to cure your eyes! We might even ask him to send us back! Hah! It's so familiar! Who is he?"

Just as Snow Moon Scar was about to step on the back of the white tiger, Muta suddenly hurriedly walked over and grabbed Snow Moon Scar, Snow Moon Scar looked back at Muta suspiciously, and asked puzzledly:

"Bone, what are you pulling me for? I'm in a hurry now! Can't I talk about it later?"

Muta smiled coldly and said:

"I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other after you leave!"

Xue Yueji was stunned for a moment, smiled indifferently and said:

"With your cultivation, if there are no big accidents, you should be able to live forever, and one day you will be able to freely shuttle between various spaces. And I am immortal, as long as there is fate, we can still meet!"

But Muta didn't mean to let go, and said coldly:

"Boy, I'll talk about it later, but shouldn't we settle the matter in front of us now?"

Mu Hu in the back trembled all over when he heard Muta's words, and his face showed a little sympathy. Xue Yueji asked with some confusion:

"What's in front of you? What's in front of you?"

Muta gritted his teeth coldly and said:

"Do you want to leave this place after you make it like this? What kind of place do you think this is? Do you think you are here to demolish it? If you don't give me an explanation today, don't say that today, even this year, you don't want to go out of here!

Xue Yueji looked at the contract that was almost scrapped by herself, and said embarrassedly:

"Bones, that, I only destroy, I've never repaired anything other than weapons and armor. See if you can help me fix this? I'll make amends later? And now there's someone waiting for me, I'm going to rush over!"

The flame in Mutta's eyes jumped twice, and it skyrocketed more than twice, and he said coldly:

"If you don't know how to cultivate, do you want to hide? Let me tell you! Today, you have to cultivate! If you don't cultivate, you have to cultivate! The territory of the undead is the territory that Lord Death personally carved out during the battle of the gods, and it is a resort for the undead that is protected by Lord Death! Even if you only break this place with the Lord God's Divine Pavilion, you must repair it before you can get out! If you don't give me an explanation today, you won't want to get out of here!"

Xue Yueji looked at Mu Hu for help, but Mu Hu gave him a helpless look, Xue Yueji sighed softly and said:

"Bone, then what do you say you want me to do? It's already like this, and it will take at least ten days to repair it! But now someone is waiting for me! I don't know if they will be there in ten days! If you miss it now, I don't know when we will be able to meet again! You can do it, let me go first! I can make up for you in the future!"

Muta smiled wickedly and said:

"It's okay to go if you want, we lichs prefer to study things we haven't seen, and it just so happens that you're an undead that I haven't seen. Although it has been studied for a long time, there has not been much progress. As long as you leave something for me to study, I'm not very demanding, a little blood, or body tissue. ”

Xue Yueji smiled with relief and said to Morpheus who was lying on the ground:

"Don't pretend to be dead there, lend me your dagger. ”

Morpheus rolled over and sat up, casually throwing the necromantic hymn in his left hand at the Snow Moon Scarre. Snow Moon Scar casually grabbed the necromantic hymn thrown by Morpheus and said:

"I'll give you whatever you want, but it's up to you to fix it here, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Muta quietly looked at Xue Yueji for a long time before he said:

"Yes, but I want you to leave at least ten liters of blood for me to study. ”

Hearing Muta's words, Yun Na hurriedly said:

"Bones, if the wood gives you ten liters of blood, won't you lose a lot? Even if the wood's body can recover on its own, it will take a night to walk!

Muta said confidently:

"It's better to delay one night than to delay for more than ten days! With his ability, if he hurries up, one night's time is nothing at all! And his storage bracers have been shattered, and you can say nothing now! If he gives me ten liters of blood, I can not only help him repair the territory, but also give him a quasi-artifact-level storage bracer, and it comes with the good wine that Mu Hu has treasured for more than two hundred years, as well as ten sets of dragon skin warrior uniforms, plus a few gold coins. You can say that you have made a lot of money on this deal!"

Yun Na said dissatisfiedly:

"The defensive power of the dragon skin warrior suit is nothing more than an ordinary high-quality heavy riding armor made by a dwarven craftsman! Although the defense is very strong, it can be said that it is completely useless for wood! The current strength of the wood can hurt him, at least he is a god-level master, and for a god-level master, the defense power of a dragonskin warrior suit can be said to be almost zero! Therefore, although the dragonskin warrior suit is very precious, it is just a gorgeous coat for wood! Also! The wine that Mu Hu treasures is not your thing! Even if the wine is really good, it is not proportional to the hope of the wood going back! So you are asking too much! The wood needs to be cut in half the blood!"

Muta roared loudly:

"No! It must not be reduced! It will take at least two liters to do the experiment! It will also take a lot to transform my existing undead! And the experiment must have a chance of failure! Ten liters of blood I can use it is already good! Now you have a choice! Either give me ten liters of blood and leave with something, or stay and repair the destroyed territory! But it is not my responsibility if it is delayed!"

Yun Na sat on the back of the white tiger angrily for a while, not knowing what to say, after all, the initiative is now in the hands of others, and the strength of others is obviously much stronger than her own side, if you break through, a guarded Muta alone is not something that Snow Moon Marks can deal with, not to mention that there is a high-level god-level Mu Hu and a junior god-level Morphis. Xue Yueji suddenly said lazily:

"I said bones, if you don't collect these ten liters of blood, you're going to be wiped out. ”

Muta was stunned for a moment and looked down, only to find that Xue Yueji had cut his wrist at some point, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and it seemed that it should be more than ten liters. But the blood was seeping down the cracks in the ground, and Muta screamed and began to collect the blood on the ground desperately.