With Wei Bao'er's blessing, the Shui Chu people pounced in front of Yuanwei at an invisible speed, and in an instant, they were already less than ten zhang away from Yuanwei. With the knowledge of the Shui Chu people, she could naturally see through Yuan Wei's thoughts, and her eyes were full of disappointment and sadness, and the Shui Chu people shouted sadly: "Don't!

"Brush!"

There was a soft sound, as if someone had raised his hand and shook the streamer of a dress.

A green light slammed into the body of the Shui Chu people, and the Shui Chu people were like a piece of fine porcelain that was struck hard by a heavy hammer and shattered into countless pieces.

"Coward!" Motoo's heart sank suddenly, and he reached forward and grabbed it weakly.

Like flowers falling in the wind, there were two more small things in the palm of Yuanwei's stretched palm in the void, which was a palm-sized snail shell and a smaller square seal.

The snail shell is heavy, like porcelain and jade, as if there is still the warmth of the Shui Chu people, but there is no trace of vitality. The Emperor's Mountain Seal is as heavy as a piece of mortal green copper, and there is no longer a trace of soul in it.

Shui Churen and Wei Bao'er blocked the blow of the Heavenly Immortals for Yuanwei, but they also ended up with a dead body.

The pain was like a spring gushing out of the ground, bubbling wave after wave against Motoo's soul. Motowei grabbed the shell to his mouth, and his exhaled breath echoed through the shell, letting out a whimper.

"Come back to me, coward!"

Yuanwei looked up to the sky and roared, tears like springs.

"Huh, will Xuanmo still cry?"

A slightly surprised voice came, and a figure was already standing two feet away from Yuanwei.

The man has a slender figure, a thin face and white skin, a broad and narrow forehead, a straight nose and beautiful eyes, and thin and sparse eyebrows. Her dress was light and soft, her scarf was long, and the green ribbon wrapped around her arms swayed in the wind, which was extremely graceful.

"My name is Yuanwei! One day, I will accept you as my immortal!" There is no sadness in Yuanwei's eyes, there is only hatred, bitter hatred.

"Let me be your immortal?" the fairy was slightly stunned, "Are you sure you can leave alive?" are you sure there will be a day when you will see me again?"

Yuanwei laughed, yes, Shui Churen and Wei Bao'er are dead, and he is like an insect ant in front of a heavenly immortal. Where does an insect ant have the qualifications to be crazy?

But Yuanwei didn't give up, he wanted to deposit all his hatred and all his pain, even if he was smashed to pieces by the heavenly immortals like the Shui Chu people, that pain and hatred would one day be reborn again, just like his own rebirth.

"Crazy is groundless!" the fairy shook his head and sighed, Motoo's every move was like a stubborn child, so ridiculous.

"You kneel down for me!maybe, maybe, maybe I'll spare you from death!" As if with great determination, the fairy hesitated.

"Get on your knees?"

A dusty memory flashed suddenly.

20,000 years ago, Xuanmo, who was surrounded by countless heavenly immortals, was already far away, and the Sao people once said: "You kneel down for me! maybe, maybe, maybe I will spare you from death!"

Hatred was like a sea, but it was forcibly compressed to his knees by Xuanmo, and that kneecap was immersed in hatred and became black, weird, and jagged. It is also that kneecap that supports Xuanmo to stand up like a mountain, smiling at life and death.

At that moment, Motoo completely understood Xuanmo's anger.

"Why don't you kneel for me?" Motoo laughed.

"Incorrigible!" said the fairy seemed to be disappointed, and she swung her green coat bag at Motoo.

The power is like a mountain overturning the sea, Yuanwei's eyes are round, and the spiritual power in his body is reversed, just waiting for the moment when his soul is scattered.

"Stupid death! Don't hurry up and use the earth shrinking technique!" A nice voice sounded softly in Yuanwei's ears, and the voice revealed a hint of hoarseness, like a wisp of wind blowing through the cracks in the wall when the wind blew through the wooden house, ethereal and natural, very good.

Motowei did not hesitate, and immediately ran the earth shrinking technique.

Seeing that Yuanwei's figure suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes, the fairy didn't care, her floating pocket still swung forward and hit the void.

"Poof!"

With a dull sound*, the belt must have hit someone......

At the foot of the mountain are full of flowers, and under the shade of pine and cypress, an old log cabin seems very quiet.

The wooden house is made of a number of thick branches, only the height of an adult, the length and width are only two feet square, stones, logs, thick branches for the wall, thick thatch for the roof, although simple, it looks fine and solid. In the room, there is a bed with a mixed structure of earth, stone and branches, a stone table, and two low stools made of rattan, and the small space is not too crowded, but it looks neat, bright and has a little fragrance of mountain flowers. There is a small medicine field in front of the wooden house, and several common medicinal herbs are growing vigorously.

A small black monkey lay asleep in the medicine field, as if it was the guardian of the medicine field.

A gust of wind took rootlessness, and the herbs, the wild flowers, the pines and cypresses, and even the small wooden house began to shake violently, as if they would be destroyed without even realizing it. And the little monkey also squeaked and quickly ran away and disappeared into the middle.

Fortunately, the wind lasted less than a breath, and then two people and a snake fell in the wind. One of them is the Yuan Wei, and the Teng Snake is Yun Yi.

Forcibly teleporting thousands of miles, Motowei once again exhausted all his spiritual power, which was all the spiritual power brought to him by the blood of the abandoned scales.

Motoo struggled to get up from the ground but was unable to walk, so he had to ask again and again, "Mu Wei, Mu Wei, is it you, Mu Wei?" He had already heard the sound in his ears that was Mu Wei.

Teng Snake transformed into a human, and Yun Yi hurriedly ran over to help Yuanwei up.

Yuan Wei looked at the immortal cultivator on the ground, and was speechless in surprise.

It wasn't a skinny little anniery.

The female cultivator was tall and tall, with high breasts. She has a thin melon seed face, thin eyebrows, big eyes, pretty lips, and extremely delicate facial features. The complexion is that pale brown, but unfortunately the face is densely covered with spots the size of copper coins.

Looking at the shadow of Mu Wei between her eyebrows, Yuan Wei hesitated and asked, "Are you Mu Wei?"

"What if I'm Mu Fen?" What if I'm not Mu Fen?" the female cultivator got up and muttered, "They all say that you have already made ink on your body, why are you still so weak? And you are stupid, you will blow yourself up at every turn! You are not a wood clan, what's the use of self-destructing!"

Decades ago, Yu Qian'er and Mu Wei insisted on merging as one to break through to become immortals, and now it should be their synthesis that appears in front of Yuanwei!

Yuan Wei was a little abrupt.

"You, you, have you broken through the fairyland?" Motoo asked.

"Of course, what's the difficulty in breaking through the fairyland? It's really a piece of cake for me Yu Qian'er!" said the female cultivator.

"Yu Qian'er?" Yuan Wei's heart sank, as if he had lost something, "Then, what about Mu Yue?"

"Mu Yue?!" the female cultivator suddenly became furious, "Look at my face, you look at my skin, what do you say about Mu Yue? I knew this, even if I can't break through the fairy realm, I won't be one with her!"

Although Yu Qian Er and Mu Qian are born from the same root, they are very different, Yu Qian Er's face is white and flawless, while Mu Qian has a dull complexion, and the whole body skin is covered by large spots and even pits.

Although the immortal cultivator in front of Yuanwei was still slender and slender as Yu Qian'er, his complexion was much darker than before, especially the face was dotted with many faint spots.

Seeing the anger of the female immortal cultivator, Motoo suddenly laughed.

Yu Qian'er is calm and quiet, and now Yu Qian'er is lively, and almost all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows appear on her face. At this time, it may not be accurate for her to be called Yu Qian'er again.

"I still like to call you Mu Fen!" Motoo smiled and held out his hands.

The female cultivator looked disgusted, "I still have to take care of what you like? There are many people you like, what rabbits, blue birds, snakes, wild boars...... Do you want me to deign to be with them?"

Although it is still a mean ridicule, it is as warm as a spring breeze for Yuanwei, "Mu Yue, you are my Mu Yue!"

The female cultivator stomped her foot fiercely and said, "Okay, if you give me this Teng snake to eat, I will admit that I am Mu Fen!"

Yun Yi was shocked, you must know that Mu Wei is already an out-and-out fairyland at this time, and it is of course easy for her to get Yun Yi's life. Yun Yi threw himself into Yuanwei's arms and begged in a low voice: "My lord, don't give me to her!"

Yuan Wei patted Yun Yi's head and said with relief: "She just scared you!"

Suddenly remembering something, Yuanwei's face changed color, "Mu Wei, have you been following me all along?"

"What's going on? I just want to see how the Candle Yin Hunter kills you!" Mu Wei said after seeing that Yun Yi in Yuanwei's arms had no intention of killing her, she was even more annoyed in her heart, and she slashed at Yuanwei with a wave of her palm.

"In the Lu Family Immortal Residence, it was you who stole the Gan Lin Dan of the Candle Yin Hunter?" asked Yuan Wei again.

"Yes, that Gan Lin Dan is really delicious! It's a pity that there is only one!" replied Mu Wei nonchalantly.

Yuan Wei was speechless for a while, "Since you have broken through the fairy realm, since you have been following me for a while, then why don't you save the Shui Chu people? Why don't you save the master?"

Mu Wei was furious: "It is said that how powerful Xuan Mo was back then, how did he become so dull after being reborn as you? It's just stupid! The Candle Yin Hunter in the Fish King Port is not only Wei Bei, but also two Heavenly Immortals! If I show up early, not only will I not be able to save your life at the most critical time, but I can also attract more Candle Yin Hunters! Do you know how you escaped from the Fish King Port? If I hadn't blocked the Heavenly Immortal's blow for you, you would have been as broken as the Shui Chu people!"

So she didn't care about Yuanwei, but gently pushed open the hidden firewood door. There was a thick pile of dust on the stone table inside the room, and a pair of white bone joints in the dust had been half submerged.

Looking at the huge wound on Mu Wei's back and the flesh that was turned over, Yuanwei was stunned for a while, "It's that I can't live with you......"

Mu Wei stretched out his hand and twisted the two bone joints, and shook them gently, and the bone joints collided with each other like jade and gold to make a crisp sound of "jingle bell, ding bell", which turned out to be a pair of bone bells! That was the bone bell that had been hanging around the neck of the cousin Yuanwei.

The jingle sound knocked on Yuanwei's soul, and Yuanwei staggered into the wooden house and couldn't cry, "It's the bell, it's the bell that has come!"

Motoo guessed correctly, decades ago, Bell realized that his life was not long in coming, so he asked his family to take him back to Motoo's cabin for the last time. Motoo was not one of them, and Bell, feeling lost, placed a pair of bone bells on the stone table where she often left a stick for Motoo. After that, the bell died and was buried by his descendants outside his hometown of Huangshi Village.

Mu Wei held the bone bell in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, and then exclaimed in great surprise, "This seems to be the bone of the dragon's tail!"