The Xuanwu egg made a "click, click" sound, and after a while, a dark green little head was revealed, and the round little head was very cute, and Mo Ping subconsciously exclaimed.

Xuanwu's mouth is golden, I really didn't expect that Xuanwu, as a "turtle", could grow such a "bird" mouth; the egg shell gradually broke apart, and Xuanwu was even more exposed—this Xuanwu snake was not independent, but became its tail, and the "turtle" grew into one, and the snake also had two heads.

"Ha, you've also mutated?" Murong Lan couldn't help but be happy. But Mo Ping was stunned, she had never seen such a kind of Xuanwu.

Xuanwu ignored Murong Lan, but competed with the snake tail to devour the eggshell, but the snake tail didn't have much advantage even if it was two heads, and only grabbed a small amount of eggshell.

"Aren't you all one~What else are you robbing~" Mo Ping wanted to reach out and touch Xuanwu, but was swept away by the little snake.

"That's a lot of strength!" Mo Ping was not annoyed, but a little angry.

After Xuanwu ate the egg shell, he burped, and then screamed like a baby, at first he couldn't pronounce it well, but soon he could speak normally, "Father, thank you for raising me for so many years!"

"Hahahaha! It's good for you to come out!" Murong Lan laughed with satisfaction, "By the way, what's your name?"

"I'm a newborn, and I ask my father to give me a name!" Xuanwu's milk voice was milky, but the sentence was old-fashioned.

"Don't be so serious, you can call it Wu'er, which is also what Wu'er means. Murong Lan touched Xuanwu's carapace, and his tentacles were cold, but just by touching Murong Lan, he knew that the defense of the turtle shell could only be broken by using fifty percent of his strength.

"I have this defense thanks to my father's essence blood, otherwise I would definitely not have this ability!" Wu'er seemed to know what Murong Lan was thinking, and replied directly.

"Wu'er knows what I'm thinking?" asked Murong Lan.

"A little bit, it's also because of the essence blood!" replied Wu'er.

"So that's the case, you are the same as the Ghost Dragon Blade, you can communicate with me!" Murong Lan nodded.

"That's right!"

"Then what other abilities does Wu'er have?" asked Murong Lan.

"I was originally from the Xuanwu God, and my main function is defense!" replied Wu'er, "The biggest feature is that I can turn into armor!"

"Oh, that the Xuanwu Great God is also a Xuanwu clan?" Murong Lan asked, and at the same time as Murong Lan asked, Mo Ping also asked, "Armor, what kind of armor?"

"Of course, the Xuanwu Great God is also a Xuanwu clan, and he is also an outsider, that is, other divine beasts, most of them are also foreign, and then combine with local demon beasts to give birth to impure blooded divine beasts. Wu'er didn't pay attention to Mo Ping at all, but just answered Murong Lan's question, "The Xuanwu God is very kind, after coming here, he integrated into the Wu clan to live, and he also helped the Wu clan to fight at the beginning, but he died. ”

"You're so strong in defense, the Xuanwu Great God can't be far behind, right?" Murong Lan was a little puzzled, "How could he die?"

"The Xuanwu God predicted that he would be in trouble, so he transformed me out of his body, which can be regarded as leaving a trace of Xuanwu blood, and the Xuanwu God also lost his defensive power because of this!" Wu'er said, "Although I also helped participate in the battle, in the end, the Xuanwu God still took me in his egg and sent me away, so that the Xuanwu God died. ”

"I see, it seems that history has been changed a lot by the Yu Clan!" Murong Lan sneered and said, "Villain's behavior, sooner or later the truth of history will be revealed, and the wicked will also get evil consequences." ”

"Then how are you going to grow?" Murong Lan picked up Xuanwu and lifted it up.

"What I want to eat is bones, all kinds of strong Dao bones can make me grow!" Wu'er said with a giggle.

"Hahaha, I'm so devouring, but you want bones, we're really a father and son, hahaha!"

"Of course, in the future, my father will turn into armor against the enemy, and father and son will go into battle together!"

"Okay!" For the first time in these years, Murong Lan laughed happily, and as soon as the good words fell, Xuanwu quickly became smaller and entered Murong Lan's ears.

"Father, I'm going to sleep for a while······" Before he finished speaking, Wu'er fell asleep.

"Hmph! this little guy is ignoring me!" Mo Ping puffed out her cheeks, a little dissatisfied.

"Hehe~" Murong Lan smiled, and walked out of the cultivation room with Mo Ping, here are all the medicinal materials he collected, but he is not worried that Mo Ping will stay here, not because he is afraid that she will want it, but because he is afraid that she will make it bad.

Murong Lan left the Jidu battleship, and Mo Ping also came out, Murong Lan did not object to this, and then continued to live a mortal life.

"Why are you doing this?" Mo Ping asked.

"I like it!" Murong Lan replied simply, then picked up the axe and continued to chop wood. Such a simple life made Murong Lan feel many mysterious insights, but these perceptions brought him some bad changes, that is, his black and white double seal power is getting smaller and smaller; And Murong Lan is more interested in the power of time and space, and he has invested more, and those forces have also developed in this direction, so Murong Lan's Tao is the way of time and space.

Although the power of time and space is two forces, Murong Lan found that it was also allowed by the Heavenly Dao to merge the two, and in the stage of cultivating the artistic conception, Murong Lan knew that in the artistic conception, there was also the artistic conception of time and space, so Murong Lan firmly guessed that time and space should be one! Presumably, it was difficult to cultivate the two powers, so the ancestors separated time and space. However, Murong Lan has a plan for warships, and there is still nothing to care about at this time.

"Mo Ping, as I am in my current realm, how much Shou Yuan can have?" asked Murong Lan while chopping wood.

"I don't know this?" Mo Ping asked with a long mouth.

"Hehe~" Murong Lan smiled slightly and shook his head.

"In the ordinary Tiangang Realm, if nothing else, you should be able to live for a million years, but if you are strong, Shouyuan will be longer!" Mo Ping was in a good mood, and also answered Murong Lan's doubts, "However, you are more special, you have practiced the Nine Shadows, and you have a variety of bloodlines, so Shouyuan can't be calculated!"

"Oh? Why?"

"Hehe, do you really don't know or do you want to entertain me~" Mo Pingjiao smiled, "Don't say anything else, just the dragon blood on your body, Shouyuan can't be calculated, does the dragon clan have old and dead? Maybe there is, but I don't know." ”

"I see, it seems that I have chosen the right way to cultivate the way of time and space!" Murong Lan couldn't help but be happy when he got a satisfactory answer, "It's just that my attack methods are getting fewer and fewer, it's really distressing!" After that, Murong Lan let out a long sigh, but there was not much frustration on his face, "Those methods I perceive are all fused into the power of time and space, although the power of time and space is extremely powerful, but I don't have this inheritance!"

"Childe, you still have me~" Youlong suddenly interjected.

"Yes!" Murong Lan picked up the chopped firewood, and then picked up a wooden short bow, "I'll go hunting, you can rest here~"

"You're not afraid I'm out of tune?" Mo Ping asked.

"Hehe~" Murong Lan turned around and unlocked Mo Ping's seal, "Will you run?"

"You ······" Mo Ping's heart suddenly burst out, what she thought of just now was that she hoped that Murong Lan would stop her, and she really didn't want to run, why was this? Just when Mo Ping hesitated, Murong Lan had already burrowed into the forest.

Murong Lan was like a mortal, ambushing, waiting, and finally shooting arrows, and an hour later, Murong Lan came back with two small beasts, and at the same time there were some branches in his hands, on which grew red-green fruits.

"You're going to make these things to eat?" Mo Ping said in disbelief.

"Yes!" Murong Lan put down the little beast, picked up a wooden bucket dug out of a tree, went to the mountain stream to fetch a bucket of spring water, and then hummed a small tune to clean up the little beast with his hands and feet, and then pickled it with fruits and leaves.

"What kind of tune are you humming, it's very good!" Mo Ping sat on the ground with her knees crossed.

"I made it up myself, I don't have a name!" Murong Lan turned his head to answer, and then walked over to a stone and began to live.

"What are you doing here, even the Spirit Emperor of the Water Attribute can condense flames, right?" Mo Ping asked.

"I can gain a lot of insights by doing this!" Murong Lan didn't lie, and said his feelings during this time.