"Apprentices carry them with them all the time." Du Yuanyuan said and took out the scroll, and shook it in front of Wei Lao's chaotic eyes, and the bad old man seemed to be relieved, and repeatedly told him to take care of the book. Then he left without saying a word. Du Yuanyuan didn't understand, since he regarded this secret book as a treasure, why didn't he cultivate it himself, but gave it to others. During this period, there are too many confusions and mysteries, but there will always be a time when the water will come to light.

From the beginning of this early morning, Xiao Du began his cultivation path. There is a posture of sunrise and ploughing and sunset, and the work and rest time is unprecedentedly regular, Wei Lao will often open a small stove for him to get some good food and drink, and he didn't even ask him about his cultivation progress, and seemed to be full of confidence in him.

I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in this old fox's gourd, Du Yuanyuan naturally won't recommend himself to let him test, and to be honest, he feels that he has not made the slightest progress in these days.

This couldn't help but make him feel anxious and depressed, secretly complaining about some things, practicing and practicing is the same as not practicing. I didn't feel anything other than feeling lighter, lighter, and clearer. If this continues, even if you practice the Mahayana realm, it is estimated that there will be no great development, and it is possible to live for more than a hundred years.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, he was still very diligent and hardworking in order to ensure the thoughtfulness of the green night, and in order to have the qualifications to talk to the bad old man in the future.

The years in the mountains are long, and in a dark ghost world, above the ghost hall, Wu Ming is furious.

When Du Yuan and the others were experiencing the catastrophe, he was going all out, casting a net everywhere to find the fragments of Kongtong.

"Rice bucket! A bunch of rice buckets! With a bang, the wine bottle and jade on the table fell to the ground, and Wu Ming paced around the throne angrily with his hands behind his back, pointing at the three kneeling people below and scolding, "It's all rubbish!" I'm raising you to eat and drink for nothing! ”

The three people kneeling on the ground were silent, trembling, so frightened that they didn't dare to raise their eyes, and their foreheads were tightly pressed against the ground, "Please forgive the king, the little ones will definitely make up for their mistakes." ”

"Make up the fart! Take what to make up! Everyone has run away, and I will make up for it, and I will let you make it up! With that, I saw the wide sleeves of Wuying's coat rolled, and the three of them rolled and smashed on the threshold as if they had been blown away by a tornado. Immediately, they nodded like pounding garlic, and their voices trembled like falling leaves in the wind, "The king spares his life, and the king spares the little ones." ”

"Rubbish!" Wu Ming gritted his teeth, the black robe was sassy, and his face was cloudy and stormy at any time, "You are still the helmsman, and you let him slip from under his nose, and he still has the face to come back to report!" ”

"The little ones," said one of them, looking up in fear, "it is the dereliction of duty of the little ones, and the anger of the great king." ”

"What were you going to say, say!" Wu Ying lifted his placket and sat on the throne, "One hundred and fifty said." ”

"The little one doesn't dare to hide it, then, that kid was taken away."

"Take it away?" Wu Ming rolled his cold eyes, "Who! Who is so bold as to snatch people from this king's hands! ”

"This ...... The little ones haven't been found yet, so the little ones will go now. As he spoke, the man was about to leave the arena with a crawl, and was shouted by Wuming, get back! I was scared to my knees again.

The gloomy hall was silent, silent, and lazily leaned back on the back of the chair, as if thinking about something. He was silent, and the people kneeling below didn't dare to talk more. These days, he has been painstakingly looking for the fragments of Kongtong scattered in all directions, and he can't help but relax his vigilance against Du Yuanyuan, but it is clear that just three days ago, this kid was still in the ghost realm, why did he suddenly let him run away! And he was taken away, which can't help but be entangled, you must know that the ghost world is full of unbreakable enchantments, and it is under his own hands, who can easily break through the enchantment and escape from the ascension, this person must also have a background. As he thought, his gaze fell on the table in front of him, where several colorful things were placed together.

It was they that made him feel so gratified. Nothing else, but the shards found.

The fragments are divided into nine colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, silver, and gold. And the one that was swallowed by Du Yuan happened to be silver, of course, Wu Ming didn't know that the silver fragment had become one with Xiao Du now. And now he has the red, orange, yellow and green fragments, as long as he works harder to find the remaining five, the great thing can be accomplished, and the conspiracy will succeed. Looking at the glittering fragments, he seemed to have seen the majesty of his control of the Three Realms, and he couldn't help but laugh wildly.

He smiled and frightened the man, you look at me, I look at you, one of them trembled and said, "King, why are you so happy......?"

Immediately, Wuyin brushed back his smile and stood up, so frightened that they moved their knees and retreated.

"This king knows!" The ruthless Dao of the Immortal Yin immediately turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

He was going to a place and finding a man who was the only one in the ghost realm who did not interfere with his well. On weekdays, this person has always disappeared and easily does not show his head, but now there is no one else to do in this matter except him.

No matter how bad a person is, he also has a soft spot, he can't overturn a boatload of people with a rod, although Wu Ming is hateful, but he is unforgettable to Feitian, but is he really obsessed with that ancient god, I'm afraid only he knows. Now that Du Yuanyuan is gone, the person he used to revive his soul is gone, and the one lying in the coffin can't be resurrected, and he can't talk to him about me, how can he not let Wu Ying grit his teeth with hatred, of course, the wind and snow and the moon are just a picture he imagined, but it still makes him desperate like a moth to a fire.

Soon, he arrived at his destination, a dark and red mansion, but he did not rush in, but turned into a puff of green smoke again, and slowly sneaked in, hiding in the corner to check the situation first.

Although the mana of Wu Yuan is profound, and it has reached a state comparable to that of the immortals of the upper realm, but in the face of the doll world of the owner of this house, it is still impossible to perceive, he just faintly feels that Du Yuan has not left the ghost world, and can sense the breath of the kid from the underworld, but as for the specific direction, it is also a little vague, but he only noticed that he is in this area, compared to Du Yuanyuan, a few people have just fallen into the ghost world, that clear sense, from them stepping into the mansion of painting bones, Wu Ming is confused, And since a few of their unlucky eggs fell into the world of dolls, Wu Ming has no concrete perception at all, all relying on the idea of a gossamer. It seems to be something and there is nothing and it is intermittent.

But one thing he can be sure of is that it is not the painting bone that took Du Yuanyuan away, for so many years, counting more than 100,000 years, the painting bone has never stepped out of the ghost world for half a step, even if he can, he will not go out.

With all kinds of doubts, the ghost smoke passed through the corridor and went backwards.

Because, faintly, he heard a voice, albeit faintly, there.

Unlike the neat row of rooms in front, this is where the painting bone himself lives.