The fallen leaves are scattered, boundless, one after another, Xiao Xiao down, a good autumn scene, people can always think of something, but at this time, it is infinite, killing everywhere.

The wood fell into the distance, in the distance, the wood outside his body was infinite, there was a strong wind blowing, but there was no sound of the wind, the ancient trees in the distance were towering to the sky, it was his artistic conception, but it was extremely real.

Mu Ming had seen this method that day, but now it seems to be different, it turns out, Mu Luo, cultivation has been improving, so the artistic conception will also change.

Different from the artistic conception world of the day, the current world has a kind of reality, so it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false in the trance of the wooden name.

The paper fan in Mu Luo's hand fanned gently, blowing up the long hair on his shoulders, his temperament was very gentle, and at this time there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, as if he was sympathizing with the gloom of the autumn wind.

Seeing this, Kinaku knows that Kiraku is very different from that day.

The reason why the God Transformation Realm is so powerful is that their minds are a world, which is the evolution of their inner world, which is also a basis for them to achieve creation, and if time comes, this world can evolve completely, then all this will be true at that time.

"Boundless falling trees are falling. ”

Mu Luo whispered, as if he was a talent who had fallen off the list, at this time he saw the autumn scene and sighed at his talent, and there was a sadness and indignation in his heart, and the surrounding trees seemed to be infected, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for him by dropping leaves.

Countless fallen trees rushed to his face, and Mu Ming felt that his limbs could not move, and in an instant, his body was wrapped in those fallen leaves, and then his divine power could not function.

And those fallen leaves exude a strange killing power to extract the power of Mu Ming, as if to assimilate Mu Ming, so that he also becomes a fallen leaf, for that wood to fall and drift.

This method is weird, it can be called terrifying!

Because, at this time, Mu Ming's mind was a little confused, and a sense of compassion arose in his heart, and when he looked at Mu Luo, he no longer had a sense of hostility, but instead had the idea of following him, even if it was to be one of the countless fallen leaves around him, he was willing.

So, Kiona slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he didn't have that kind of compassion in his eyes, but a clear expression.

The fallen leaves outside his body dispersed, and it seemed as if Kina's breath was already a fallen leaf.

Mu Luo looked at Mu Ming's actions and didn't stop it, just nodded slightly, and was a little surprised.

Then he looked at the demon vines around him, his eyes full of appreciation.

Shi Lan closed his eyes, and countless fallen leaves wrapped around him, but those fallen leaves turned into debris one after another.

The little monk's eyes were clean, and there was a compassionate aura on his body, but it was not caused by Mu Luo's artistic conception, and at this time he looked at Mu Luo with a compassion in his eyes.

"You're sad, you're thinking a lot, it seems like you often can't help but think of someone who has been ahead of you. ”

At this time, the little monk suddenly spoke, and then shook his head.

When Mu Luo heard this, there was a kind of helplessness in his eyes, and then he nodded slowly, and then looked at the demon vine, but the demon vine just looked at him quietly and didn't say much.

"Demon vine, right, I don't think it's strange that you can ignore my artistic conception, the artistic conception is a person's perception experience and memory of heaven and earth, and you have experienced countless means that naturally cannot be put on the table. ”

Mu Luo looked at the magic vine and said, then clenched his fists slightly, and the magic vine returned the salute and said: "The autumn breeze is bleak, your artistic conception has that kind of taste, and it is constantly improving, but there is something missing, the autumn wind and autumn water have always been the scenery in autumn, your world is less water, you are optimistic!"

Saying that, the demon vine broke off and drank, and then grabbed it directly towards Mu Rufeng, and suddenly, Mu Rufeng only felt that a certain mark in his body was manifested.

"Imprint of Mountains and Seas!"

Mu Rufeng was surprised, how did the magic vine do it, but he didn't stop it, although several people were hostile at this time, but more of them were fighting.

After this mark appeared, Mu Rufeng simply let go of the connection between the mark and himself, and this mark went straight to the demon vine, the demon vine's eyes closed, and then there was an endless and boundless sadness on his body to manifest.

In a trance, several people seemed to see a series of figures emerging, as well as swords, swords, and shadows, even wind, rain and thunder, the alternation of the four seasons, the growth of plants and trees, and so on, and finally these illusory scenes were absorbed by the imprint of mountains and seas.

And after a while, the demon vine broke off again: "The Yangtze River is rolling endlessly." ”

The words are like rules, there is a special fluctuation that spreads out, and the depths of Muluo's artistic conception seem to run through another void, and a crack appears in the distance.

After the crack appeared, the sound of water suddenly flowed out, penetrating into the mind, and for some reason, several people only felt a chill hit them.

The crack disappeared, but there was a huge stream of water there, and the water rushed to the ground, impacting those mountains, rocks, plants and trees, but it did not destroy those scenes, but with a soft force, quickly merged with those scenes, and became one in an instant.

Mu Luo's heart was touched, his eyes were fixed on the river, the river meandered from afar, bringing a momentum, and there was a sense of endlessness, and at this time, his fallen leaves were submerged into the river and far away.

The river spread, but surprisingly, the ground under the feet of several people slowly receded, and a crack formed in the middle that seemed to become the riverbed, and sure enough, the river went down the river.

Mu Luo and the magic vine are facing each other on both sides of the river, the river is turbulent, hitting the mountain rocks, making a Taoist sound, but the river will eventually go away, and the sound will disappear, only endless water and boundless falling trees.

However, it's not over yet, at this time, the magic vine threw the mark back directly to Muluo, and Muluo fused the mark, and then his figure became a little blurred, but there was a coldness coming, but, the coldness disappeared, but it made everyone have a sense of loneliness in their hearts, and a certain emotion in the depths of the memory was hooked out.

"Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests!"

Mu Luo said slowly, after that, his figure gradually condensed, and at this time, the wind suddenly rose, but it brought the sound of the wind, which was different from before, and was no longer silent.

"There is wind, water, slaughter, sadness, and finally someone, which is the interpretation of autumn. ”

The demon vine is not sad or happy, this is his understanding, but the power is like the wind, and he can't manifest this artistic conception yet, but this means is enough to shock a few people.

"Awesome!"

Shi Lan and Xiao Heshang suddenly said, extremely admired, I don't know whether to admire the magic vine or Mu Luofeng's understanding, because Mu Luo's artistic conception seems to have risen to another level, at least at this time, it is extremely difficult for several people to distinguish between the truth and the virtual of this artistic conception.

Mu Luo opened his eyes and bowed respectfully to the demon vine: "Thank you!"

The words were very serious, and there was suddenly no compassion in his eyes, but a little softerness.

A few people felt that the fallen leaves around them began to drift slowly, with a certain rhythm, dancing in the autumn wind, and at some point, the water also began to flow slowly, less turbulent, with a soft force.

The demon vine didn't say much, just calm.

Mu Rufeng put away the paper fan, but towards a few people: "I lost the battle of artistic conception, the little monk's Buddhism is peculiar, that kind of power seems to be a lifetime of compassion, my artistic conception of sadness and this strength is not worth mentioning."

As for Shi Lan, it is similar to the path of the Golden Scale, but it is different, the Golden Scale uses his body as a mound to bury all the sword moves and swordsmanship, but you use your heart as a sword, maybe I am not as good as you when you become a god. ”

When Mu Luo spoke, his eyes were very calm, and his mood was very different from that of Dong Hong before, which he was aware of, but there were not too many surprises.

Finally, he looked at Mu Ming and said, "As for you, it reminds me of someone. ”

Mu Ming's heart moved, and he said, "Who?"

Mu Luo glanced at Mu Ming and said, "Mu Lingyun, the breath between your eyebrows is too similar, I have seen the portrait of that person, you may not know that that person is a genius that my eldest brother is ashamed of." ”

Kikina shook his head and smiled slightly, his eyes calm.

But what is the state of mind?

In front of his brother, he mentioned the softness of his heart, and naturally there were waves, but Mu Ming had already imagined such a scene, so nothing was revealed in his eyes.

As for the little monks, they were a little surprised, but unlike Kina, they didn't feel much, just a little surprised.

Seeing Kimina's reaction, Kiroku felt relieved for some reason, because Kimina's eyes were very calm, even if Kikina closed his eyes in an instant, he would be suspicious, but Kikina seemed to hear him talking about an insignificant person.

"Yes, that's an honor, my surname is Mu, maybe we were a family five hundred years ago. ”

Mu Ming quipped, but Mu Luo was stunned and said: "Maybe it's true, the Mu clan still has a lot of collateral outside, but now it's almost impossible to find it." ”

"Are you friends with Mu Rufeng?" asked Mu Luo.

Kikina nodded, "We have experienced life and death together. ”

Mu Luo was a little surprised and asked, "Can you tell me briefly?"

Mu Ming was a little surprised, Mu Luo explained: "Speaking of which, when I was a child, I once instructed him to practice and was very friendly to me, but he was a concubine, which made it difficult for him to let go, but he also worked hard, and then something happened that made him take the initiative to leave." ”

Ki Ming understood, no wonder this person reacted so much before, Ki Ming nodded and briefly explained the situation of the day.

Mu Luo listened to it and said: "I didn't expect Huo Ziyan to come, that guy is also a concubine in the Fire Clan, and the Fire Clan and the Wood Clan have always been at odds, I didn't expect it to be him who fell in love, it's just that, if I fight today, I'm afraid I will also lose." ”

Mu Luo shook his head and said with a smile, there is no need to say anything at this time, the victory or defeat is not important, just the three divine treasures are more self-reliant, and there are several other people who have not used their means.

"Can you tell me how you broke free, I can see through the others, but you" Muluo's tone was calm, and he asked for advice.

Kinama nodded, and then exuded power, it was the power of the wilderness.

Kiroku's consciousness flew out, but he didn't get close to Kina, for fear of causing Kimina's displeasure.

His consciousness flew back quickly, but his face became solemn.

"The power of desolation, this is the power that can only evolve by fusing the supreme martial arts of the Wood Clan with the evolution of the bloodline. ”

Mu Luo exclaimed, and Mu Ming said: "This is what I gained from understanding the power of grass and trees and soil attributes." ”

Mu Luo was stunned for a moment, and said: "I see, the combination of the power of grass and trees and another power of the earth attribute is also similar to this power, but this power is almost difficult to cultivate, in the final analysis, all the power is the same root and the same origin, no wonder you come into my artistic conception, I feel a familiar fluctuation, the autumn wind, the autumn water is just the evolution of the power of the suppression and depression." ”

Mu Ming thought about it, and said secretly, it is indeed as Mu Luo said, these powers all carry the same breath, and he can understand one or two in the future.

"That's it, there's no need, I'll admit defeat!"

Mu Luo waved his hand, and suddenly the artistic conception of several people dispersed, and the demon vine glanced at each other, and finally nodded silently, they also felt Mu Luo's strength, if it was really a fight, I am afraid that both sides would not be able to please it.

"Cousin!"

After Mu Luo appeared, the children of the Mu clan immediately surrounded him, Mu Luo shook his head, and those people looked surprised, but in the end, they simply looked at those few divine treasures.

Those people were about to say something, but they saw Mu Luo and Mu Ming talking, which made several people stunned and didn't understand why.

"Why don't we sit down and talk about it, this place is close to the edge, but we don't have to worry about those forces interfering. ”

Mu Luo smiled and looked at a few people, and the demon vine said: "This is very good, we also have to wait for Candle Jiuyin to come back." ”

"By the way, who are you with that spirit?" Mu Luo asked, curious.

The little monk smiled: "That broom star is our protector. ”

"Where does this start?" Mu Luo was suspicious and a little puzzled, because Mu Ming and the others seemed to be smiling at this time.

The little monk naturally explained, Mu Rufeng listened, was stunned and did not respond, and finally sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"By the way, you said it was a broom star?" Muluo suddenly panicked, and several people nodded, not knowing why he reacted so much.

"Oops!" Mu Rufeng was anxious, and was about to take out a piece of jade, when he saw two sudden sound of breaking wind flying.

"Uncle!" exclaimed Muluo, as he saw two bloody men lying on the ground, dying, and scarred on their bodies.

But at this time, Candle Jiuyin fell from the sky with a wild smile: "Two unlucky bastards, after fighting with me for a hundred rounds, they were inexplicably hit by dozens of divine powers. ”

When Ki Ming and the others heard this, they couldn't help but have a sentence: "Broom star!" (to be continued.) )