Nan Haoming returned to the Nai He Bridge, he stood quietly by the bridge and looked at the Lechuan River under the bridge, which was the end of a life and the beginning of a life.

Nai bridge, helpless.

Lethe River, in vain.

A woman stood beside Nan Haoming, but no one could see this woman except Nan Haoming.

"Oh, I didn't expect your mental strength to improve again. Nan Haoming didn't look up, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I have nothing to do, just practice. The woman's face was shrouded in a fog, but her figure was also a beautiful embryo.

"I'm going to ask you for something. ”

"Yo, I didn't expect you to change your temper after so many years. The woman said with a bit of a joke.

Nan Haoming smiled again, Meng Po was one of his few friends, and his mood was much more relaxed.

"I'm going to reincarnation, reincarnation ten, after each life, I hope you can put away my spiritual essence, and return it to me when my tenth life is complete, okay?"

The woman didn't answer immediately, and after thinking for a while, she spoke: "I don't know how you know about the spiritual essence, but once you turn into the spiritual essence, then the memories and mana of your first life will be wiped out, and the tenth life will end, if your memory is still not awakened, you will never be able to become the current you, you know?"

"It's fine. Nan Haoming's answer was extremely relaxed, as if this was already an inconsequential question.

The woman finally made a move, and the white mist on her face dispersed, revealing angry Danfeng eyes, "Is it worth it?"

Nan Haoming turned to look at her and asked the same way, "Is it worth it?"

The woman's eyes suddenly darkened, and she smiled miserably, "Is it worth it? ”

"Meng Po, when are you going to go out for a walk?" looked up at the deep void, what was above the underworld, loneliness or nothingness.

The woman showed a light smile and brought up two charming pear vortices, "I'm Mo'er, Jiang Mo'er, I won't go anywhere except here." ”

On this night, Meng Po got off the bridge, slapped away the wine hidden in the flowers on the other side, and got drunk.

Meng Po was lying on the table, surrounded by Nan Haoming, who was drunk and muddy, and in front of him was a candle flame swaying in the wind.

Meng Po is not called Meng Po, she is the goddess of the sky, the gods are ranked thirty-two, the god king of Moyun, and the master of the clouds and fog.

At that time, it was a time of stability, there was no war in the heavenly realm, and most of the god kings felt that there was no fun, and Mo Yun was one of them.

If she is troubled, she will send down dark clouds, and if she is in a good mood, she will give white clouds.

What does the mortal world have to do with her, and how can the angry words of people enter her heart?

She spent her days lying on the white clouds leisurely, occasionally glancing at the mortal who glanced at the ants, and she didn't feel anything in her heart.

It's just that one day she noticed the movement of the demons, and she didn't report it when she had always wanted to get rid of this boring day, and went to chase it alone.

It was a team of blood wolf demon soldiers, bloodthirsty, belligerent, and amazingly powerful.

Mo Yun pursued it, only to find that they were slaughtering a group of demons.

The demon world has always been undisturbed by each other, and the demon world's actions have touched the bottom line of the demon world this time, which may cause a war in the demon world, but this team of demon soldiers seems to have come prepared, and their actions are extremely neat.

Mo Yun's forehand was itchy, and he didn't care about any interracial disputes, so he rushed forward to kill the Quartet, and the corpses were all over the field in just two teas. But Mo Yun still felt a little unhappy. She set her sights on the group of demons.

The few remaining demons immediately retreated far away, looking very miserable, and she shook her head and prepared to leave.

"Sister, sister. Suddenly, there was a childish voice behind him.

Mo Yun tilted his head slightly, and saw a boy with a delicate face, he was draped in black hair like ink, a white dress that had been stained with blood, his eyes were as bright as stars, there was a hexagonal cyan mark under the corner of his eye, his fair skin was like crystal clear jade in the sun, and his appearance did not match his resolute eyes, without the slightest hesitation or fear, he walked towards Mo Yun step by step.

"Sister, I want to be as strong as you. ”

Mo Yun smiled, the dark clouds that covered the sky were suddenly swept away, and an inch of sunlight fell on the corner of her mouth, "If you can find me, I will take you as an apprentice." ”

After leaving a sentence, Mo Yun left, she thought that this sentence was the end of the fate of the two, but she didn't expect it to be the beginning of a bad relationship.

It is rumored that there is a mountain in the human world, the name is Kunlun, Kunlun is 36,000 zhang high, the mountain is full of thorns, step by step knife mountain, there is a fairy stone on the top of the mountain, and the name of the immortal can be seen as you wish.

There is a demon boy, with blood as the road, life as the note, in Kunlun on a road, the history of two years, March and five days, he knelt down in front of the Tongxian stone, with the last drop of blood to write the four words of the god of the clouds.

It's a pity that he didn't see the later scene, and he didn't see the surprised expression on the face of the Mo Yun God King.

The demon boy was in a coma for half a month, and this half month was completely taken care of by Mo Yun God King, Mo Yun He had done this kind of thing, no matter how serious the injury was, it was just an elixir.

It's a pity that the medicinal power of the elixir is too fierce, and the body of the demon clan boy can't bear it at all.

Half a month is just a snap of a finger for the immortals, but it makes Mo Yun have a strange feeling, which is a feeling that has never been felt before.

The first thing the demon boy said when he woke up was, 'Sister, I found you. ’

"What's your name?"

"Jiang was born. ”

The sky has always been clear, but the strange thing is that when the young man said this, Mo Yun seemed to see the sun-dyed clouds on his face.

Mo Yun fulfilled his promise, accepted the boy as an apprentice, and took the boy into the school.

But the low-level demon clan has always been the object of bullying, and Jiang Tiansheng was ridiculed by the people around him on the first day of entering the school, and he refused to accept it and stood up to protect his dignity.

He returned to his lodgings with a scar, just lying quietly on the bed, feeling every trace of pain coming from his body.

The next day, he saw the classmates who had worked with him again, but their faces were also bruised, and the eyes that looked at Jiang Tiansheng became a little afraid.

Jiang Tiansheng clenched his fists slightly, this time he took the lead, but none of those classmates dared to fight back, so he could only swallow his anger.

Mo Yun took Jiang Tiansheng away, this was the first time she was so angry, the clouds in the sky were torn apart, and every thunderbolt fell on Jiang Tiansheng's side, leaving holes in the ground.

She glared at Jiang Tiansheng, "I can only help you once, your own way, you have to go by yourself!"

Jiang was born to kneel on the ground, and it was this time that put him on the road of no return.

This kneeling is three days, and for these three days, Mo Yun has been looking at this apprentice who people love and hate.