Looking at the [Black Bull] that was blocking in front of him, Yan Wuxin felt that the two of them had indeed arrived in time, but the swarthy cow's body was covered with sand, and Lu Heiniu's cultivation seemed to be ...... It's too subtle.

Shibei should be impressed for three days, and sure enough, this sentence will not make any difference to anyone.

In fact, in addition to the accumulation of soul power, the cultivation of a soul master is more important to follow the heart. Over the years, as Lu Niba said, Lu Heiniu's talent is actually not bad, that is to say, in terms of soul power, he is not a problem at all, the problem is that the two of them are not doing well in the Lu family, this bad not only refers to life, but more importantly, in the heart, the thoughts that are not going well are naturally not accessible, so that the cultivation will naturally stagnate.

And leaving the Lu family is like a tired bird returning to the forest for them, this is their choice, so their minds are clear. The subsequent encounter in Kongji City was like a leap from the sea, and then in just a few days when they left with Lu Qi'er, Lu Heiniu was indeed able to eat enough, and this fullness also referred to the supply on the soul stone, so Lu Heiniu, who had already prepared everything, took advantage of the east wind to easily break the mirror and step into Taiwei.

It was also on that day that Lu Qi'er asked them to come to Kongji City to find Yan Wuxin, in case he encountered any trouble, but he didn't expect that after coming here, there would indeed be a case. Fortunately, the two followed the grapevine to Mufu, so there was the scene where they shot in time before.

Lu Heiniu took the first step, wiped the sweat on his head with Lu Ni behind, and trotted over, before he could say hello, the cold wind roared in the outer hall.

A few steps away, Mu Shirong was holding his old body, and at this moment, the look in his eyes had slowly dissipated, and his vision had become even more blurred, if it weren't for the coverage of his divine sense, he would no longer be able to see the things in front of him clearly. It was in this state that Mu Shirong raised his palm, and his trembling fingertips were the soul silk that had faded invisible, and the puppet on the other end of the soul silk also crossed his hands.

The palms intersect, like wings.

The palm of the hand is waved lightly, like wings.

A strong wind rose in the puppet's palm, and a tangible wing appeared in front of him, just talking about the soul array, the power of the eighth order was naturally stronger than the ninth order, not to mention that this was still the ancestral seventh-order soul array of the Mu family...... Wings fly in pairs.

With the cultivation of the Cave Realm, the wings flying are not only the wings, but in the wings, the shape of the bird is faintly visible, and then, the palms are gently pushed out, slower and softer.

The puppet wind bird flapped its wings, making a clear sound like a long whistle in the sky, spreading its wings and flying, and there were wings in the air with the wind, and before the wind came, the wind had already made the clothes float. And in the strong wind, which was almost blind, several people shot at the same time.

[Qingjia] in front, the spear Ruoshui and Qingfeng Qi two bursts of light up at the same time, although he has been seriously injured, but as a guard leader, Qi Zhiwei has been accustomed to being on the edge of life and death, and the soul power runs out from the body, with the flow of soul power, the pain from all over the body continues to test his will, with the rise and fall of the sweat on his forehead, [Qingjia] holds the spear and stabs out, in the breeze, the spear turns into water.

Then, almost tacitly, Lu Hei Niu and Lu Niba controlled the [Mud Ox] to move forward, the power of the two puppets in harmony is not as simple as one plus one, the two people who have not been separated from each other since they were small have a different tacit understanding, the [Black Bull] only stepped out of the ground under the hooves, and the [Mud] riding on the cow has fallen into the water.

The earth and the water grew together, and the originally hard soil gradually became softer, and the flowing earth turned into a barrier in front of everyone.

At this moment, the sound of the song became louder, and the wings that fluttered across the ground, the green bricks instantly turned into ashes, and with the dust and the white flowers on the ground, the bird's wings condensed by the wind gradually turned gray-white.

It was close at hand, [Allure] raised it with one hand, and the soul silk almost covered the arm, and the soul array above the arm lit up at the same time, and between the flying dust and the fluttering of white flowers, a thick fog rose.

The wings roll up dust flowers, and the white mist falls with rain.

After the waves, a layer of soil slowed down the wind bird, and the wings that had been flying high were like a thousand pounds, and they were bound there.

The shrill whirlwind roared like a trapped beast.

The white mist shrouded away, the water vapor in the soil dissipated instantly, the entangled soil condensed, the wings in the air froze there, and in the hazy fog, the sound of the wind whirlwind became smaller and smaller, until it was weak and inaudible.

At this time, a few people breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, the wings dissipated instantly, and a gust of wind and waves swept in, blowing everyone back half a step, and the white mist was blown away a little.

"Not good", this is the thought that flashed through the hearts of several people at the same time.

The moment the thought flashed, Yan Wuxin subconsciously held Muzi's hand and took her back a step. At this moment, feeling the warmth of his clenched fingers, Muzi also clenched that hand hard.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but only a moment later, a figure passed by in the white mist.

Like a flash, the people who were caught off guard could only watch the figure come to Yan Wuxin's body, and then the man raised his hand and shot forward, as fast as thunder.

"Don't", looking at Yan Wuxin who was blocking him, Mu Zi only had time to shout in his heart.

At the same time as seeing the figure clearly, Mu Shirong's dead wood-like fingers had already come to Yan Wuxin's throat, and a trace of coldness spread from his throat to his whole body, and at this moment, the soul power in Yan Wuxin's body even stagnated a little.

It's too late.

I don't know how long it took, the flying sand and dust gradually subsided, and the thick soil also dissipated with the wind, but the pain still did not come as expected, only a small wound appeared in Yan Wuxin's throat, like a thin red line like a silk thread, the wound was so shallow that only blood was left, and no blood flowed out.

Mu Shirong's fingertips stopped there, and when he came back to his senses, the fear in his heart had not yet dissipated, Yan Wuxin had already raised his head and looked in front of him, and what caught his eyes was Mu Shirong's lifeless face, and his withered yellow fingers seemed to freeze this moment, motionless.

It turned out that at that moment, Mu Shirong's life had stopped, and even his last thought could only allow him to survive until now, unable to go further, but unfortunately, he was only one step away. Seeing this picture, many of the children of the Mu family who relied on the Great Elder thought that by now, their greatest reliance had slowly fallen backwards to the ground, and any further resistance would only increase casualties.

As a result, the civil strife of the Mu family came to an end in the slanting sunlight.

Some people who know the times have already been courteous beside Mu Yanxu, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Great Elder has finally passed the cold winter of his life after enduring humiliation for nearly ten years, and his spring is coming, and Mu Yanxu will be able to really take charge of the Mu family in the future.

"Grandpa", a cry broke the noise, and Mu Qilian, who had fainted before, slowly woke up, but what he saw was his grandfather who had fallen to the ground, and when he raised his head, he saw indifferent and unkind eyes. Grandpa is no longer alive, and the old man who has always pampered him and cared for him lies there quietly, tears falling from his eyes, and he finally realizes what sadness is when he has never really cried since he was a child.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his hoarse throat prevented him from saying anything, so the previous sentence became his last words, and his grief was nothing more than the death of his heart, and the life he needed to replenish after taking the Wei Wei Dan, the sum of the two was enough to make him close his eyes.

As a result, Mu Qilian never got up again.

Maybe this is the real end, even if the courtyard outside the hall is destroyed, but looking at the laughter in the hall, this ending could not be more perfect. After a while, Yan Wuxin was also surrounded by Mu Yanxu, who came to thank him, and those who were very attentive.

The noise reappeared, and with a hint of respite, Yan Wuxin's eyes looked at the two people on the ground.

Previously, maybe it wasn't that step worse, because in Yan Wuxin's divine sense, Mu Shirong turned his head, even if he didn't have time to react, but the turn back at that time was still noticed by Yan Wuxin. Now, he understands what Mu Shirong still cares about in the last moments of his life.

He glanced at his grandson, who was lying on the ground, and then died.

He pampered his grandson until he died.