Burst!

Mu Xin spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his body flew out upside down, bringing out the golden spear from Wan Qing's shoulder along with the golden gun in his hand, leading to an arc of blood in the air.

Bang!

Both of them lay on the ground, Mu Xin spit out a mouthful of old blood again, his face turned pale, and the sealed cultivation could no longer be unlocked, and the energy of his body was no longer enough.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the golden spirit general of my dignified wood spirit clan would not be able to unlock his seal, if this is said, those four people are afraid that they will be able to laugh for half a year!"

Mu Xin said self-deprecatingly, he thought that he would win the game, but he was completely defeated by his opponent in this way, and his reputation in this life was probably ruined today.

"Boss, I've finally found you!" At this time, Jiu Jiu jumped out of nowhere, got into Wan Qing's arms, and wiped a handful of snot and tears directly on Wan Qing's body.

"You...!" Wan Qing was about to be stunned, this little guy actually came to this trick again, "Hurry up and take me away!" Glancing at Mu Xin, Wan Qing whispered to Jiu Jiu, while Mu Xin was annoyed now, hurry up and withdraw first.

Half a day later, Mu Xin was like a javelin, standing up to the sky, exuding a powerful momentum, and a golden bottle with golden light covered Mu Xin's body, and it was impossible to see through Mu Xin's appearance from the outside.

"Little cub, next time you won't be so lucky!"

Mu Xin whispered in the direction where Wan Qing disappeared, turned around and left, this piece was shrouded in white mist again, white and vast.

Somewhere in Sansheng Mountain, Wan Qing was sitting cross-legged, and from time to time he took out a good herb and handed it to Wan Qing, and at the same time, he also told some things he had encountered during this time.

After unraveling the silk of life, Jiu Jiu also successfully picked the Ding-level low-grade Ink Soul Star, originally Jiu Jiu wanted to run back, but after picking the Ink Soul Star, another Ding-level Ink Soul Star actually appeared in front of him.

Looking at the Ink Soul Star not far away, he thought to himself: Since there is no way to return for the time being, let's collect more herbs, Wan Qing also needs a large number of herbs to recover his body now.

In this way, Jiu Jiu collected all the way and went all the way, and at the end, he was completely lost.

Lost in his way, Jiu Jiu directly chose a path to go to the dark, but the problem was far from being as simple as Jiu Jiu had calculated. All kinds of herbs along the way, in the face of higher-level herbs, where can I control myself. So, Jiu Jiu began an endless road of scraping.

Listening to the words of Jiu, Wan Qing admired the luck of Jiujiu, he can find himself, and there is no one else, you must know that the periphery of Sansheng Mountain is 100,000 kilometers long, and the area can be seen widely.

However, what makes Wan Qing happy is that he has collected a lot of good herbs, especially the herbs that help his divine thoughts, no less than fifty plants, which should be enough for Wan Qing to restore his divine thoughts, but Wan Qing plans to wake up the green weasel first, after all, there is this well-informed old antique, there is a problem of not understanding, this old antique still knows a little bit or two.

As the day passed, the weasel woke up in a daze, stretched his waist, his eyes were still a little blurry, and there was a trace of displeasure on his face, as if his dream had been ruined again.

"Xiaocao, wake up, there's nothing uncomfortable!" Wan Qing greeted with concern.

"If there's a fart, let it go!" "The green weasel squinted his eyes, very displeased, he was finally able to rest, and he was destroyed by you kid, so he couldn't be mature, and he couldn't survive without me as a nanny?

"Hehe, this Wood Spirit Clan, do you always know?" Wan Qing rubbed his hands together and smiled.

"Wood Spirit Clan!?" the weasel scratched the cupola cone above his head, thinking hard.

"It's a little familiar, I've thought about it recently!" "The weasel scratched his ears and cheeks again, but he couldn't remember, as if the sleep that had been forcibly disturbed by someone had caused the weasel to become a little mentally troublesome.

"A lifetime of silkworms! Yes, yes, this thing is cultivated by the Wood Spirit Clan!"

The weasel slapped the back of the head again and again, exclaiming.

This Wood Spirit Clan is born to raise silkworms, and all the silkworms in the world, as long as they are in the hands of the Wood Spirit Clan, can spit out different silk threads, and the quality must at least be improved by one grade.

And the most powerful thing in the Wood Spirit Clan is the Silkworm of Life, it is said that the guardian beast of the Wood Spirit Clan is a silkworm, some people call this silkworm the Sansheng Ninth Silkworm, which is the closest life to the Gui level.

"I know, Aunt Mu Lei is the princess of the Mu Ling Clan, no wonder the Mo family wants to lock up Aunt Mu Lei!" Wan Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a ruthless intent, which made people chill.

"It's just... , Why hasn't Aunt Mu Lei mentioned it?And the level is also very low, not like the princess of the clan at all?" Wan Qing had a bunch of questions in his heart, which made Wan Qing confused for a while, there were too many involved, he had just found the thread, and there was still a mess behind him.

"Let's ask Aunt Murray first!"

Walking into the green wood space, Mu Lei is busy in his own small place, a piece of verdant young leaves on the dustpan, the skin is white and tender like jade, and the round body of the silkworm is rustling and gnawing on the young leaves, so self-satisfied.

"Aunt!" Wan Qing shouted respectfully.

"Is there something wrong?" Mu Lei's beautiful face glanced at Wan Qing.

"I want to ask about your family's affairs, because I encountered some things just now, and I may have some involvement with you or your elders!" Wan Qing said with some embarrassment, after all, this is a private matter of others, and the other party is an elder, so it always feels a little presumptuous to say it directly.

"This ......" Mu Lei also frowned, and her face was a little embarrassed, but looking at Wan Qing's serious look, coupled with the fact that Da Kui and the others were talking about Ah Qi in a low voice before, Mu Lei sighed slightly and slowly spoke.

Mu Lei was born in an ordinary hunter family, his father is worthy of the eighth order, and he can only rely on hunting some low-level beasts for this family, and his mother relies on raising silkworms to get silk and supplement it for the family.

However, I am a little curious about my mother's silkworm bud, because my mother only raised this silkworm, and she can spit out three-colored silk threads, and the cloth spun by these three-color silk threads is also very beautiful, and it is a hot commodity in the market.

Mu Lei once asked her mother why her silkworms could spit out three-colored silk threads, but Mu Lei's mother just smiled and did not answer.

Later, Mu Lei learned to cultivate, and when she successfully became a cultivator, she left her home and began her own life of chivalry, and until now, Mu Lei has not returned to that village.

With this, a tear slipped from Mu Lei's eyes, dripping on the leaves of the dustpan.

The next moment, a round silkworm ate the young leaf.

"It's... What is the situation?" Wan Qingleng, the body of this silkworm glowed with a yellow light, and the whole body turned from white to yellow, and the color of the skin of this silkworm was actually changing to yellow.

"Mother!" Mu Lei cried out to her mother as she covered her face with her hands in her hands.

"Child, you have finally realized your mother's suffering!" said the silkworm that had turned yellow, with a kind smile that was printed on the silkworm's back, an old face full of wrinkles.

"It's good to go back to the tribe, it's good to go back to the tribe!" the old woman repeated repeatedly, her eyes showing relief.

"The Wood Spirit Clan will be handed over to you, Lei'er, I'm going to accompany your father, your father's only regret is that he can't see you come back in his lifetime!" The old woman still had a kind smile on her face, and there was a hint of relief in her eyes, and there was a woman's happiness in the relief.

"If you have time, just bring your man's unsuccessful son to come and worship our old couple, and you don't have to owe anything in your heart!" the old woman spoke again, slowly.

"No!"

Mu Lei collapsed directly to the ground, and the yellow silkworm in the dustpan turned into ashes and dissipated.

At this moment, somewhere in the Guihai Domain, a three-colored divine light lit up, broke through the sky, and went straight to the location of Sansheng Mountain.

"Huh, what kind of power is this?"

In the depths of a certain city in the Guihai Domain, a pair of dark eyes opened and looked at the sky.

On a certain street, an old man who looked like he was about to die, showed the only black tooth in his mouth and looked at the sky, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

In the depths of Mocheng, there are supreme people who wake up and shock the entire Mocheng, and many low-level people faint directly.

"Sansheng Mountain! is about to be born!" an incomparably old voice sounded, and then the entire city of Mouse fell silent.

In a certain depths of Sansheng Mountain, in a large hall, an old man with white beard to the ground knelt on the cold ground, and kept kowtowing. There were countless spiritual positions in front of the old man, these were the spiritual positions of the ancestors of the Wood Spirit Clan.

"Jupiter Chen is not filial, he failed to keep Princess Mu Heng, Xingchen is guilty!" the old man shouted sadly, his face was endless self-blame, and he let the blood on his forehead drip down.

"Great Elder, no!"

The person who shouted was Mu Xin, who had just returned, and when he saw Mu Xingchen raise his hand and prepare to smash his brain, Mu Xin rushed forward and held Jupiter Xingchen.

"Get out!"

Jupiter Chen snorted coldly, and Mu Xin flew out upside down and fell far away in the center of the square.

"Great Elder, I smelled the princess in the White Mist Forest!" Mu Xin shouted loudly.

"The taste of the princess? how is it possible? The princess has fallen outside, the silkworm raised by the princess has returned, and pointed out that the princess has fallen far away from Sansheng Mountain, how can you smell the princess in the White Mist Forest?"

"Erbai, bring it up!" Mu Xin shouted loudly behind him.

A white and tender silkworm less than the size of a thumb appeared, standing straight on Mu Xin's shoulder, and the corner of the silkworm's mouth, a transparent filament, and the other end was tied to Ah Qi.

"Princess's breath!" the Great Elder stood on Ah Qi's face, the tip of his nose twitching fiercely.

"No, it's not a princess's breath, it's ...... The breath of the little princess" The Great Elder's face was shocked, although this smell carried the breath of Princess Mu Heng, but it was still different in the subtleties, and the Great Elder immediately understood that the princess was married outside, and there were descendants.

"The five spirits will listen to the order, and quickly lead the soldiers of the Wood Spirit Clan under their command to the White Mist Forest to collect the whereabouts of the little princess!" The voice of the Great Elder resounded throughout the Wood Spirit Clan, and suddenly a large number of Wood Spirit Clan warriors flew up, and many weapons carried several people.

These Wood Spirit Clan warriors, each with a silkworm on their shoulders, either standing, lying, or lying on their stomachs, have different expressions.