These two days of burial in the pastoral realm.

As the father of the pastoral world, the third old man of the ancient fish herdsman is Mujuan Mountain.

This loving father, who was eager to hold the pastoral world in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and was afraid of melting in his mouth, did not participate in the funeral ceremony of the pastoral world for the first time. Instead, he locked himself alone in the ancestral hall of the Makimaki Mountain, and sat silently alone, not to disturb anyone.

This sitting is two days and two nights, and not a drop of water is touched.

Even if a monk in the Divine Fetus Realm can clear the valley for a short time, he still needs to consume enough water to ensure the daily needs of the battle body.

But obviously, Makinamaki Mountain has no such plan, nor does he have this mind.

The heart is dead, how can you live?!

Makimakiyama sat silently, his hard face skewed, like a statue, motionless.

At this moment, he stretched out his hands and a tablet floating on his left hand, on which the image of a woman appeared.

Gu Pan is skillful, his eyebrows are picturesque, and his voice and smile are vivid.

And on the right hand of Makmakaki Mountain, there is also a piece of diamond-shaped crystal that is like a clear color, as if it has a unique spirituality, and there are a few small openings on the diamond-shaped crystal, and with the continuous beating of this crystal, there is constantly the vitality of heaven and earth pouring into the diamond-shaped crystal, as if it is a beating heart.

This is the fetus of God.

The foundation of a monk is also the source of a god's strength as a monk of the Divine Fetus.

The foundation is ninefold, and the condensation vein is ninefold, one is outside the main and the other is inside. And the unity of inside and outside, after a lot of hardships, can form such a divine fetus.

It is the source of a cultivator's strength, and it is also the foundation for breaking the shackles and achieving the heavenly path, and its importance is no less than that of the heart.

Generally speaking, the divine fetus is conceived in the dantian in the body, and few monks are willing to take it out. After all, there is infinite red dust and turbidity in the heavens and the earth, and if it is contaminated with half a point, the divine fetus will be eroded, and even the body will be irreversibly damaged.

However, Makinamaki Mountain didn't take a look.

His gaze seemed to be completely attracted by the woman's voice and smile that appeared on the nameplate on his left hand, as if the divine fetus that countless monks had longed for could not match the smile of the woman in this image.

Two days ago, my son stood in front of him and wanted to take a small swim in Guyu City to change his mood.

Mu Makiyama felt sorry for his son's inability to climb the Heavenly Dao, so he naturally agreed.

Who knows, the pastoral world jumped out alive, but it was almost carried back, turning into a lifeless corpse.

Makimaki Mountain is a god fetus monk, and he can be regarded as a strong person in the ancient fish city.

However, he tried everything he could, but he was also helpless.

That was his only bloodline, and her son.

And now, their son is gone, and the only fate they have as husband and wife has been severed.

Revenge? Revenge!

This was the first thought that Mu Juanshan had when he learned that his son was dead, but there was no life in the pastoral world, and even a strong man like him couldn't find any clues at all, so where did he go to find the enemy?

And immediately after!

The second thought swept from the depths of his soul, firmly occupied in his heart, and could not be dissipated.

Save.

He wanted to save his only son, her son.

Spare no life, no hesitation to die.

As long as there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, he will let his son stand in front of him alive and live well.

Only in this way can he be worthy of his deceased wife and fulfill his wife's last wish before she died.

Just, how to save?

Naturally, Mt. Makimaki thought of the forbidden place that had not been climbed for thousands of years among the herdsmen.

A mountain of swords and a sea of fire!

Thousands of years of inheritance, the herdsman is an ancient inheritance with thousands of years of heritage, and the sword mountain and the sea of fire is the forbidden land established by the predecessors of the clan when the herdsmen have not fallen into the rank and were still famous.

What is buried among them is the true inheritance of the herdsmen, with amazing secrets, and even anti-heaven treasure medicine that can live and die in the flesh and bones of people.

However, as the herdsmen fell in rank and the power of the clan fell, in the era when the god-fetus monks could be called strong in the ancient fish city, very few herdsmen were willing to risk life and death to break through the sword mountain and sea of fire and fight for a future.

But Makimakiyama is willing.

Even if you die, you will!

The thought that his son could return to the world alive again and not have to suffer from the reincarnation of the Nine Shadows, Mu Juanshan's heart was in ecstasy.

He told the patriarch that he did not hesitate to use the threat of shattering the divine fetus as an exception to bury the pastoral world in the middle of the ancestral land of the herdsmen three feet and three inches, hanging with a wisp of breath. And in his heart, he had already made up his mind to break through the sea of swords and fires in eight days.

"Yan'er, that day, you did not hesitate to turn your back on the clan for me, and you were willing to take root in the small ancient fish city with my servant Mujuan Mountain, and give birth to children for me. How can I let the pastoral world die in such a humiliating way?"

"The realm is still young, even if he can't climb the Heavenly Dao, he still has a hundred years to do. As a father and a husband, how can I, Makimaki Mountain, let you down?"

"Yan'er, don't worry, no matter what, I will let our realm stand in front of you alive again. ”

"Wait another eight days, and it will only take eight days. ”

Makinakiyama's eyes were tender, as if the gentle and quiet woman in the past was still in front of her, and her heart was extremely firm.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

It was evening, and the silence was chilling. At this time, outside the ancestral hall, someone was banging on the door of the ancestral hall with all his might.

As soon as Mu Juan Shan felt the breath of the knocker, he knew that it was his own half-life demon beast black python. The entire herdsman, and only the big black who had made a companion oath with him, and who was as close as a brother, dared to knock loudly at this time.

It's just that Makinamaki didn't pay attention.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Roll the mountain, roll the mountain!"

The black python clasped the portal with all its strength and shouted loudly.

He is a big demon, although he is like a brother to Mujuan Mountain, but this ancestral hall is a forbidden place for herdsmen, even he has to follow the rules and knock on the door to ask to see.

"Big black, what's the matter? I said, don't bother me with anything. Don't you even listen to me?"

Listening to the stubborn roar in his ears, there was anger in Makinakiyama's words.

"Good news, good news!"

"Rolling the mountain, he has come to life in the pastoral world, he has come back to life. ”

The black python used enough demonic power to transmit the words in his mouth into the ancestral hall, for fear that the next moment Mu Ju Shan would isolate the five senses and ignore him.

"Alive? My son is alive?"

Mt. Makinaki was abruptly sluggish.

Even if he has a temperament like iron, suddenly hearing such news will make his mind lose his mind in an instant.

"Yes, the pastoral world has come to life, I just saw it with my own eyes. He also wants you to go to his room to find him, and there will be no fake. ”

"This time I came back to life, I looked at the pastoral world with a great change in temperament, indifferent and calm, as if I had changed people, which is a good thing. ”

The black python shouted as hard as he could, for fear that Makinakiyama would not believe it.

"Bang dang!"

There was a staggering sound in the ancestral hall.

"Is it really alive?

"Yan'er, did you hear that? Did you hear that? Our son is alive. ”

Makimakiyama staggered up from the cold hard ground of the ancestral hall, and he first said a foolish word to the tablet in his left hand. Then he returned the tablet to its original place again, and when he sucked it in his mouth, the divine fetus beating like a heart was sucked into the belly by Makinaki Mountain.

It wasn't until he confirmed that he had heard correctly, that the withered gloom on Makmakakiyama's face slowly disappeared.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open, and the figure of Makimakiyama flickered, dissipating like a cloud of smoke in an instant.

...

Since Uncle Hei went to look for Mu Roll Mountain, Mu Jie went directly to his father's room alone.

It's a simple room.

With four walls and simple and old furnishings, you can see everything in the room when you open the door.

But in the eyes of the pastoral world, all this was surprisingly cordial, and he was full of nostalgia.

He stood in his father's room in Makinakiyama, staring at the scene that he would think about countless times in his memory, feeling his father's breath, and it was not until this moment that he could be sure that what he had experienced was not a dream.

He...

Really back to the first life.

That made the pastoral world regret and feel guilty.

"I'm still back to the beginning, back to the first life, it's not a dream. ”

Looking at the unobstructed room furnishings in front of him, thinking back to the familiar faces of Uncle Hei and Chuncao, at this moment when no one was around, the face of the pastoral world was a little distorted.

He seemed to be happy and sad, laughing and crying, but his heart was extremely joyful.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the ancient fish city that lurks in the night, but occasionally has the lights shining and looming, the pastoral world is full of emotions.

Recalling the nine great lives he had lived, in his heart, even the sum of the next eight lives was not enough to compare the memories given to the pastoral world in the first life.

For a time, all kinds of past events rolled in the hearts of the pastoral world like clouds.

Born in the ancient fish herdsman, but with a mortal body, unable to fight for his life with the sky, he was bullied and cold-eyed.

At the age of sixteen, the herders were in turmoil and their rights were in turmoil.

As a descendant of the pastoral family, the pastoral world has the blood of the herdsmen, but they are unable to climb the heavenly path, and they are involved in the turmoil and are seriously injured accidentally.

His father, Mu Juanshan, did not hesitate to fight with his life, seeking to open the net of the herdsman clan, and buried the pastoral world in the ancestral spiritual vein source three feet and three inches, and then entered the sea of fire in the knife mountain, vowing to fight for the treasure medicine for the pastoral world.

It's a pity that the Sword Mountain and the Sea of Fire are forbidden places for the herdsmen, and although the cultivation of the Mujuan Mountain is extraordinary, it opens up the divine fetus, but it can't get out of the whole body. In the end, he escaped with difficulty at the cost of his whole body cultivation and an arm.

And the pastoral realm, therefore, has gained a glimmer of life, and it is a blessing in disguise to be able to cultivate the avenue.

However, a year later, Makinakiyama died of a recurrence of his injuries.

The pastoral world hugged his head and cried.

...

At the age of thirty, the pastoral world wanted to compete for the inheritance of the emperor's life, and a woman wore a purple and gold crown, and her eyebrows were engraved with dazzling gold. However, he was born and died in the pastoral realm, and went into the burial ground several times, looking for the true dragon emperor vein, and as a result, he was angered by the Supreme Sect to chase and kill with all his might.

The woman swore to defend to the death and fought bloodily, but finally fell to the burial place and died.

The sword of the pastoral world splits the emperor's vein, and finally the emperor's life is inherited, kneeling on the side of the burial soil, kneeling three times and knocking nine times, crying and shaking the nine shadows, crying blood heaven and earth.

...

When he was 100 years old, the demon star was in trouble.

The ghosts broke through the nine shadows, disturbed the ancient fish, countless ancient inheritances collapsed, and the avenue was in danger.

The pastoral world got the emperor's order, and he was bold, entered the Nine Secluded Underworld, and beheaded the Ten Palaces of Yama, but he was one move short, and was imprisoned by the Venerable Jizo and the Heaven and Earth Extermination Array, and was in danger.

Seven brothers braved hardships and dangers, stepped through the sun and the moon, killed six and injured one, and helped the pastoral community escape.

He killed 100,000 ghosts, bowed his head in front of his brother's grave, and made a bloody vow, vowing to kill the evil ghosts of heaven and earth.

...

Millennium.

...

Years.

...

For the pastoral world, in this life, he has too many regrets.

It was also in this life that countless relatives and brothers left him, which made the heart of the pastoral world gradually cold and hard, and the pain turned into an immortal obsession, making him want to rule the mandate of heaven and dominate heaven and earth.

Similarly, this life is the closest the pastoral world has come to the Heavenly Emperor.

Heartless, severe.

He finally controlled the emperor's destiny, became the master of one party, and became the emperor who everyone feared, and was able to truly compete with those who shine in the majestic world.

But after nine lifetimes, it finally reached its peak.

Break the rooftop, ask your heart.

The pastoral world is a hundred years.

For a hundred years, in vain for a lifetime, recalling the Emperor of the Mandate of Heaven, he was obsessed with the Mandate of Heaven, looking at the powerful, but he didn't know that he missed the most important seven emotions and six desires in this life, and he regretted it in his heart, and only then did he wake up.

He understood, woke up, and understood.

But the pastoral world woke up too late, too late.

Providence is inviolable, time is irreversible, even as the ninth crown prince, the pastoral world cannot turn back time, return to the green time of childhood, and make up for all regrets.

But the pastoral world wants to return here, nine great lives, nearly a million years, he is longing, all looking forward to, hoping that one day he will be able to return to the first life that he regrets.

Now, he has not become the emperor of heaven, but he has returned to the starting point, how can this not make him feel ecstatic?

In the eyes of the pastoral world, at this moment, no matter what the reason made him return to the life that made him have countless regrets, he did not have the idea of getting to the bottom of it.

He has nothing but gratitude in his heart!

Thanksgiving to the Black Dragon King, Thanksgiving to Guo Tianzun, and thanksgiving to practicing Ni Dress!

That mortal catastrophe helped him return to his original point, and finally gave him a chance to make up for all the regrets of the Ninth Generation.

In this life!

He will never allow those regrets to appear in his life again, even the slightest.

And for now

What is imminent is the Daoshan Fire Sea incident that my father will climb eight days later.

"Is it a mountain of swords and a sea of fire?"

The pastoral world's eyes were slightly small, and he murmured softly

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