Under the five-color tribulation clouds, Chang An was hit hard again, his suspended body was shaky, and after wiping the blood on the side of his mouth with his hand, he set his eyes on Mu Yuan not far below.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily a few times, making him smile a little bitterly.

Chang An's eyes were a little relieved, and he only stayed on Mu Yuan for a while, then raised his head and focused on the eleventh Heavenly Tribulation, which had been brewing for a long time, and it became very heavy in that instant.

"Click!"

In the five-color tribulation clouds, a silver light as big as the mouth of a bowl suddenly slashed down, Chang An held a dark iron long sword, and in an instant, countless sword shadows were drawn, and he greeted it.

Rumble!

In an instant, the entire Xuantie Long Sword cracked open to resist most of the Heavenly Tribulation, and the rest all fell on Chang An's body.

Chang An's body was suspended, he staggered several steps in the air, coughed up blood in his mouth again, and finally lost control of the whole person, and fell sharply down dozens of feet high with his body on his back.

"No!"

Mu Yuan was frightened, and then let out a heart-rending scream, wanting to struggle to catch that body, but others couldn't break free even the slightest.

Seeing that a terrible scene was about to happen, but he couldn't stop it, Mu Yuan felt how incompetent he was at this moment, and his heart was very sad.

However, the next moment, his desperate eyes suddenly appeared a little happy.

I saw that Chang An was about to make a heavy zero-distance contact with the earth, and his sharply falling body stopped abruptly at that moment.

At the critical moment, Chang An was in severe pain, and was about to fall asleep to recover his senses, and regained control of his spiritual power before he stood up and fell to the ground.

Chang An held the cracked Xuantie long sword in both hands to support his body that was about to fall, and then slowly raised his head, facing Mu Yuan, who was as immobile as a sculpture in the distance, he forcibly squeezed out a smile, his voice was a little weak, and said:

"Don't worry, the master's life is still very hard, it's not that God can accept it if he wants to."

Speaking of this, he thought about it, took out a small bottle of trauma medicine and a few tonic pills from the space ring, then raised his head, opened his mouth, and poured all the pills into his mouth and took them.

In less than a short time, he saw that his spirit, qi, and spirit were obviously much more abundant, and the wounds on his body were healing little by little, and the bleeding had stopped, and he had begun to improve.

When he looked down at the Xuantie Long Sword, which had cracked and was about to fall apart, he frowned deeply, this was the natal magic weapon he had been cultivating with his essence blood for decades!

Now, even the eleventh Heavenly Tribulation of Dacheng is difficult to resist, so there are still seven Heavenly Tribulations next, especially the last Heavenly Tribulation, can it still resist it? And can he Chang'an really break through to Dacheng smoothly?

The reality was in front of him, so Chang An didn't dare to think about those answers.

He knew that according to his situation at this moment, without a powerful magic weapon, if he really wanted to successfully survive the tribulation, it would be a fool's dream, too slim.

Looking up at the five-colored clouds that were beginning to brew the twelfth heavenly tribulation again, and then at Mu Yuan, who was worried about him, Chang An's heart suddenly came to mind.

Eventually, the image of a beautiful woman entrusting him with a sleeping baby in her arms made him firm in his next choice.

He wanted to "cut his own cultivation", wanting to hide the five-colored tribulation clouds, and no longer plate this life-and-death catastrophe, and decided to give up the cultivation that was out of reach.

"Huh?"

But just in Chang An's sea of consciousness, when he was about to condense a blade, he suddenly trembled, and sensed that there was a murderous aura in the jungle more than a hundred zhang away from Mu Yuan.

He spotted someone lurking there, staring at the place, as if waiting for something.

After thinking about it for a while, Chang An secretly sighed in his heart, he finally gave up the idea of self-cutting and cultivation, and chose to self-destruct his "origin", burning a drop of essence and blood in his body, so that the five-colored calamity clouds temporarily disappeared.

There are more than one people lurking in the jungle, Chang An sensed more than one, if he guessed correctly, there should be three people there, and in terms of cultivation, they are not much stronger or weaker than him.

In addition, he vaguely guessed the meaning of those people. After all, he was too familiar with the breath of those people.

"Alas, for more than fifteen years, they ...... After all, I still came to the door. ”

Chang An sighed secretly again, it was his great success catastrophe that made those people jealous, so they didn't dare to show up and move his master and apprentice.

Not far away, Mu Yuan's eyes widened, and he watched in amazement as the five-colored tribulation clouds above the sky suddenly disappeared, and the heavenly tribulation that was about to fall disappeared out of thin air. Such a sudden scene made him very puzzled.

Then, as if he had thought of something, his neck weakened, his whole head fell forward, and he began to worry about Chang An and became sad.

Chang An stepped forward, stood the sword in his hand in the soil, withdrew the power imprisoned on Mu Yuan's body, and then took one of Mu Yuan's hands and said:

"Yuan'er, don't worry, isn't the master just cutting and cultivating himself, compared to his life, this Dacheng Thunder Tribulation is not a big deal, and it's not a big deal."

"But, you...... In the future, you can only stay in this realm, and it is difficult to have any more opportunities to advance. ”

Mu Yuan's heart was a little conflicted, he didn't want Chang An to continue to survive those heavenly tribulations that could kill him at any time, and he didn't want Chang An to fall into the middle of the Huachen Rank Great Star Level, and from then on, he couldn't move forward anymore.

"Alas...... This catastrophe is very dangerous, and the thief really wants the master's life! ”

"Well, anyway, the master has a few hundred years to live like this."

"Oh, by the way, didn't you just say that you were going to marry a daughter-in-law and give birth to a dozen dolls for the master to teach? You're not just talking about it, are you?"

As he spoke, Chang An took out the space ring on his hand and put it on one of Mu Yuan's fingers, while he was also secretly wary of those people in the jungle.

Mu Yuan raised his head, his eyes were a little puzzled, but when he looked at Chang An's hippie smiling face that was covered in blood but didn't care.

At this moment, his nose was inexplicably swollen, he took a deep breath, and said angrily, "More than a dozen dolls? You are really a future daughter-in-law of others, and you are a sow! ”

"Hahaha......" Chang An laughed several times openly.

Then, his hands gently rested on Mu Yuan's two sturdy arms, and his wide and slightly fat face was quite joking, and said, "But you said this, don't regret it when the time comes!"

"However, then again, it's okay to ask the master to train me, the premise is that they have to call me the master first, and rub my legs, beat my back, pour tea and hand wine for me every day."

"Lang Lang, the scorching sun is in the sky, there is still a long, long time before the sunset, you start daydreaming when you are old, and you are not ashamed."

"Besides, in this Wanli Mountain Range, just you and I live here, where are there any other people, will you really let me go to the deep mountains and valleys to find a monster to marry?"

Since he can always be so relieved, Mu Yuan didn't dwell on that issue anymore, and simply joked with Chang An as before.

But then, he began to wonder in his heart again, and he always felt that there was something abnormal between Chang An's words and demeanor.

Otherwise, he would not have put his blood-dripping ring on his finger while he spoke.

After a few flashes, Mu Yuan wanted to ask Chang An what was going on, but at this time, a strange voice of yin and yang happened to come from the jungle, which made his mouth that was about to open just stop and couldn't even spit out half a word.

"Hey...... What a pair of masters and apprentices, it's really enviable! ”

The people who had been lurking for a long time finally appeared, and they all walked out of the jungle.

They were three strange people with strange figures, and every time they took a step, they had their own unique "style".

The strange voice just now was a man with a height of 1.97 meters, named Feng Zheng, who was wearing a thin set of dark colored robes, and looked like a dried corpse.

His skeletal face showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and he sometimes stuck out his tongue and licked it to his lips, and his eyes were evil and stared at Mu Yuan.

His two slender, thin arms stretched out to the sides, swaying forward, as if Mu Yuan was his prey, about to become a delicacy on the tip of his tongue.

To his right, in stark contrast to his height, was a dwarf, not fat or thin, only as tall as a child of five or six years old, the third of the three, known as Feng Xiaosan.

From the outside, these two people are in their forties, and they are both middle-aged.

The man on their far left, named Fengye, was a silver-haired old man, holding a bloody cane in his hand, supporting a hunched body in the shape of a "7", and staggered step by step.

Regarding the appearance of these three freaks, Mu Yuan turned his head and looked sideways, although he was a little stunned, but he suddenly felt that these people were definitely not good goods.

He turned around a little dissatisfied, opened his throat, and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

Feng Xiaosan suddenly stopped when he heard this, his face was full of anger, and then he pinched his waist with both hands, glared at Mu Yuan and scolded, and said, "A waste dares to ask me so loudly, is it impatient to live?"

After speaking, he raised a hand forward and turned into a palm, and a yellowed book appeared out of thin air on the palm, which was the "Primary Heart Method of Gathering Qi" that Mu Yuan had left on the rock before.

"This inferior primary mental method must be used by you, a waste who is about to become an adult, right?"

"However, it's no wonder, after all, there is a lack of spiritual power here, and even birds are reluctant to pull down a piece of, plus the master who mistook people's children next to you, how can you easily breed a real monk."

Feng Xiaosan's face was full of contempt and disdain, as if Mu Yuan was not even as good as an ant in his eyes.

"Dwarf winter melon, don't you know? From your words, it can be seen that your master is the one who is misleading people's children, otherwise why wouldn't he teach you some human words well, aren't you human? ”

There were bone spurs in his words, but his tone was not impatient, Mu Yuan knew that these three people were not good, but he was not a coward, and it was impossible for him to be bullied.

"Boy, when you are confronting others, you should first think about whether you have the strength to protect your own safety before you speak!"

"Yo, I still look like I'm in danger. Well, what about this...... Give it back to you! ”

Seeing that Mu Yuan was not afraid at all, and he was still old and skilled, Feng Xiaosan suddenly became angry, and then the mental method in his hand was urged by him, like a sharp blade, "whoosh", like a hidden weapon, it flew into the air like a hidden weapon, and in the blink of an eye, it was already close to the distance in front of Mu Yuan!