Mu Ming had no way to answer the old man, he had just woken up, and his spiritual power and physical state were very weak, and it was already very reluctant to release the move just now.

He didn't even hear what the old man was saying at this time, and he gasped sharply, greedily sucking every bit of air around him, but his eyes were still black, and he fell into the snow.

The round tripod in the old man's hand slowly blurred, still insisting on breaking free from the old man's palm.

The old man maintained that posture for a long time, and in the end, he didn't crush the round tripod as he said, let go of his hand and let the little round tripod sink into Mu Ming's body.

Just after Yuanding submerged in Mu Ming's body, a figure appeared beside Mu Ming, the old man stood up by himself, tidied up his clothes, and put down the teacup in his hand on the only intact wooden table in front of him:

"Take him, let's change rooms!"

The young three disciples bowed from afar:

"Yes!"

Waking up from the darkness again, Mu Ming felt as if his body had been bitten by thousands of insects and ants, and he was numb and a little painful.

Mu Ming opened his eyes, but he didn't have the slightest strength to move, he could only spin his eyes weakly, trying to figure out where he woke up this time.

The old man walked up to Mu Ming softly, perhaps he was indifferent to Mu Ming, his tone was still so blunt, and even a little mocking:

"The former Flying Immortal General has fallen to such a point!"

Mu Ming's pupils contracted slightly: "It's you!"

The old man just smiled, and turned to the wooden table, which was the same wooden table from before, and there was a pot of tea on the table, which was also the same pot of tea from before.

The old man poured a cup of tea, put it between his lips, and blew it gently, and the heat was blown away.

"For someone's sake, I can answer your three questions. ”

"Why did you resurrect me?"

Perhaps thinking that the tea was too hot, the old man put down the teacup and glanced at Mu Ming: "You are not my resurrection." Second question. ”

"Who are you if it's not you?"

A look of nostalgia suddenly appeared on the old man's face: "Who is it?" This person should be familiar with General Feiming, Mu Zixi. ”

The old man's words seemed to make Mu Ming very shocked, and he opened his mouth in disbelief: "Impossible, you can't know this name, Zixi rarely appears in front of people, and there are only a handful of people who know her, it is impossible to mention her in the classics, who are you? Why do you know her?"

seemed to appreciate Mu Ming's expression at this moment, and the old man seemed very happy, and actually stroked his long beard and laughed.

"Because I was also a man from 50,000 years ago!"

The old man's words exploded in Mu Ming's heart like a muffled thunder, he thought he was lonely, reborn after tens of thousands of years, the familiar people and things had long since disappeared, but now suddenly someone stood in front of him and said to himself, he is not special, and there are people like him, who lived in that time and space 50,000 years ago, how can he not be surprised?

The old man looked at Mu Ming, who was shocked and speechless, and a trace of happiness and a trace of unspeakable hatred flashed in his eyes:

"I can see that you are very confused, but I have answered all three of your doubts for you. Do you want to beg me, and I'll give you another one for free?"

"Master!"

It turned out that there were not only the old man and Mu Ming in the room, but the third child of the snow mountain stayed in the corner and didn't say a word, until he saw that the old man was a little out of shape at this time, and he couldn't help but speak.

The old man heard the reminder of his disciple, restrained his emotions a little, slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and gradually regained his calmness on his face.

The third child sighed and said to Mu Ming, who was lying on the bed and couldn't move:

"General Feiming, a lot of things happened 50,000 years ago that you don't know, and many people died, including our ancestor, your disciple, Mu Zixi. And the initiator of all this is none other than you, General Feiming! Not only Master, but in fact, all the disciples in Snow Mountain who know about this matter have no good impression of you, and I hope that General You will not be wronged in your heart. It is you who owe the whole world. ”

Mu Ming withered to the top of the sky, and the alien race for countless years, and finally because of the hopelessness of defending the land, he exploded in the passage, cutting off the only channel for the alien race to come to his own world, thinking that even if it was useless, it was not a big deal, and immediately said very disapprovingly:

"No matter what you say, I have a clear conscience!"

Unexpectedly, the old man who had regained his calm on the side suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled:

"What a clear conscience, if you hadn't blown yourself up, how could the barrier between the outer lands and us be loosened? When alien races descend densely on our world, do you know what kind of despair all the humans and demons in this world are facing?"

The old man became extremely excited, and his long white beard trembled with excitement:

"Have a clear conscience? You are the number one master at that time, do you think that you have sacrificed yourself to blow up the passage, and what kind of contribution have you made? General Feiming almost single-handedly defeated the entire Divine Dynasty, and he is naturally high-spirited and invincible, so he can't see that his disciple has already come out of the blue, and the enemy you can't resist may not be able to resist the old man. But you only have yourself in your eyes, and you don't consult anyone, you go to the passage alone, and you blow up a future for the aliens. Do you dare to say that you have a clear conscience? You are sorry for the whole world, and even more sorry for your disciple, my teacher. ”

The old man gasped sharply, he had been holding back these words for 50,000 years, and when Master sent herself into this cage-like world, she was still blaming herself, why she couldn't protect Mu Ming's side in the first place.

Huge information kept bombarding Mu Ming's head, what happened later? Did the alien race still invade? But isn't this world still dominated by humans? And what did Zixi do? Why did her disciples and grandchildren resent herself so much? Just because she blew up the passage? But such a terrible enemy, even if he didn't blow up the passage, who would be able to resist it? The number one master was already desperate.

There was a brief silence in the room, and everyone was immersed in their own memories and doubts.

For a long time, the third child of the snow mountain took the lead in breaking the silence and bowed to the old man Yingying:

"Master, let me explain something to him, he has lived in his dream of being a savior for a long time, let's let him sober up, after all, he can make me a little happier when he lives with guilt. ”

The old man didn't speak, which was a tacit acquiescence to the third child's plan.

"Fifty thousand years, ...... after you blow up the passage"

It turned out that Mu Ming 50,000 years ago flew into the passage without hesitation, and although he blew up the passage, the energy of the self-explosion was far beyond Mu Ming's imagination.

The top of the sky was originally the closest place to the foreign land, and the violent energy of the self-explosion raged everywhere, making the boundary walls of the two realms more and more fragile.

The alien race easily descended on the whole world, and then the darkness of the whole world began.

In less than ten years, the world has poured everything it has, but it has not been able to stop the pace of the alien race by half a step, and in desperation, the whole world can only hope for the future.

Mu Zixi, the only disciple of Mu Ming, showed amazing strength, with his own strength, not only blocked the first master of the alien race, so that the alien race would not be relieved, but also laid out with the power of all races, with the top of the sky as the core, constructed a false world, hidden in the original world.

The rules of the hastily constructed world were incomplete, and after countless experiments, it was enough for people to live and cultivate, however, when the great powers wanted to go further, the alien race did not give them enough time.

In desperation, Mu Zixi froze his best disciples, and even planned to recall the long-lost souls, and a 50,000-year layout began.

Snow Mountain belongs, most of them lived 50,000 years ago, the turtle breath technique preserves the soul, Xuan Bing keeps the body, 50,000 years have passed, tens of thousands of people were frozen, but the number of people who can live is not even enough to make up a thousand.

However, this is not their most desperate, the exercises are lost, the rules are not complete, although the first batch of people and demons who entered the world have multiplied, they are living like savages, how can such a weak world fight with foreign races?

The old man started teaching the Dharma in the whole world a thousand years ago, and this world only looked a little less unbearable. However, if you want to break the game, it is far from enough, and the old man has to find another way.

The third child's voice was very flat, he said for a long time, very hurriedly, indicating that his heart was not as plain as the voice expressed, he was born later than the master, and he did not experience the change from hope to disappointment when the old man opened the ice coffin again and again.

But he still understands that the future is extremely dark for them.