"Tread, tread, stride!"

At this moment, a sound of neat footsteps came from afar, which suddenly interrupted the contemplation of the pastoral world, and then a timid voice with a little vigilance came into the ears of the pastoral world.

"It's there, and it's scared to death for the little old man. ”

The pastoral world temporarily suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and when he looked back, he saw that not far in front of him, a group of well-equipped monks in white armor were surrounding him with swords in their hands.

These monks are well-trained and full of blood. Especially the word 'pastoral' raised high above the shiny white armor, the iron pen and silver hook, handsome and extraordinary, as if it has an indefatigable sharpness.

Behind the group of monks, a swarthy old man followed them, pointing at him from time to time, with a hint of horror in his brow.

Obviously, the sound of horror that had just fallen into the ears of the pastoral world came from the old man's mouth.

Looking at that familiar and unfamiliar face, Mu Jie couldn't help frowning and was slightly distracted.

"Where do the ghosts dare to invade my herdsman's ancestral land, and leave obediently, otherwise don't blame my herdsmen for being ruthless. ”

Among the monks, a leader dressed in white armor and red robes walked out, and the blade in his hand pointed diagonally at the pastoral realm, and let out a questioning voice.

The monks behind him all had their swords unsheathed, exuding a cold aura, as if once they knew that the other party was an enemy, they would break out to kill each other.

And in the middle of it, the pastoral world did not make any response, and he subconsciously felt a little trance.

Looking at the familiar white armor, looking at the timid and cautious expression of the swarthy old man, for no reason, the cold and hard heart in the heart of the pastoral world like ice for thousands of years melted in an instant, turning into an ocean.

In front of him, a column of monks in white armor stood upright, with sharp swords, bright armor, and heroic spirit.

Above the white armor, the pastoral word flies obliquely, handsome and beautiful.

This is the white armor of the herdsmen, and it is also the guard of the herdsman of Guyucheng.

"Me"

"You're back to square one?!"

Looking at everything in front of him, the familiar faces were reflected in the eyes of the pastoral world, and there was a moment of trance in his heart.

Even the heart that had been precipitated and tempered by the ninth generation had to be turbulent with the sudden appearance of the group of monks and the timid old man in front of him.

Inexplicably, Makinamaki Mountain couldn't help but feel that he was suffering from gains and losses.

For the first time, he began to look at the land around him cautiously, for fear of missing the slightest mistake.

Ancient tombstones, old land, gloomy cemeteries, cold skies, even a handful of loess, a piece of gravel

In the eyes of the pastoral world, it all seems to be very cute.

And when the eyes of the pastoral world fell on the new grave that had risen behind him, he finally showed a happy smile that had not been shown for tens of thousands of years, from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if the biting cold wind blowing on the burning mountain was blowing on him, and it no longer seemed cold, but like the spring water in March, which made every inch of his body feel excited.

It is true that he did not live out the tenth life.

But by mistake, he returned to his first life!

The life in which he first aspired to climb the path of heaven!

It all started at the beginning!

At that time, he was not the crown prince, he did not have the emperor's order, all evils did not invade, and he was not the emperor who everyone admired and feared in the glorious world of later generations.

What was your name in those green years?

Yes.

I especially remember that at that time, I was the third young master of the pastoral world and the ancient fish herding clan.

The pastor bowed his head and smiled.

It was at this moment that the rough questioning sounded again.

"Who is it, reveal your identity quickly, otherwise don't blame my Mu Jin's subordinates for being ruthless!"

"If it's a ghost, retreat quickly, I won't hold you accountable for the crime of breaking the border, otherwise you will be scattered today. ”

Seeing that Mu Jie didn't say anything to identify himself for a while, the monk commander named Mu Jin couldn't help but take another step forward, the sharp blade in his hand flashed cold, and his body was filled with majestic blood, and his power was amazing.

The monk behind him had already lit the torches, and the fiery red light illuminated every inch of the radius.

"It's me! ”

The pastoral world was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously came back to his senses. He suppressed the emotions stirring in his heart, opened his mouth lightly, and his voice was not shocked. Then, with a few steps forward, he landed under the light of the torch, revealing his true face.

Mu Jin is a side branch of the herdsmen, although it is not included in the lineage of the lineage, but the cultivation is extremely high, and the herdsmen are sent to the burning mountain to guard the ancestral land.

If you really want to talk about grief and indignation, the pastoral world still calls him a brother, and he naturally knows it.

"Shepherd... Pastoral world?"

As if he had seen the appearance of Mu Jie clearly, Mu Jin first let out a low exclamation, and then let down his guard and hurriedly came to Mu Jie's side and looked at it carefully.

"Could it be that the ghost thing that crawled out of the new grave was the pastoral realm?"

"But how is this possible!"

Mu Jin took a deep breath and looked at the young man in front of him carefully, as if he couldn't believe why Mu Jie, who had been buried in the cemetery, suddenly reborn and crawled out of the grave.

You know, during the day, he watched the pastoral world be buried with the coffin, which can't be faked at all.

And now that the pastoral world is standing alive in front of us, how is this possible?

couldn't help but feel that the blood around Mu Jin's body was even more surging.

After a person dies, a touch of yang energy in his chest does not dissipate, and it is very likely to turn into a ghost. As the descendant of the noble clan, because the bloodline residue in the clan will be even more so.

Could it be that the third young master has turned into a ghost?

Mu Jin's face was cautious, and the thoughts in his heart turned sharply.

Mu Jin's eyes swept on Mu Jin's face, he went through nine lives, although he returned to the first life, lost the emperor's life, and the fetus was also mortal, but his vision and experience were still there, and he naturally knew what Mu Jin thought in his heart.

"Brother Mu Jin, you don't have to look at it, naturally I am undoubtedly the fake. ”

"Don't worry, I haven't turned into a ghost, otherwise, wouldn't I have turned into green smoke under your surging blood?"

The pastor shook his head and smiled.

Hearing this, although Mu Jin's blood was still rolling, he also believed it in his heart.

The newborn ghost is extremely fragile, and the most afraid of yang and flesh is the most, even the wind and rain will make the newborn ghost dissipate in the heaven and earth.

Mu Jin's cultivation is extraordinary, and he has already reached the peak of the foundation of the Nine Heavens, and under the surging qi and blood, if it is an ordinary ghost, I am afraid that even the close body will be destroyed, let alone be able to talk and laugh with it.

"It's really the third young master, you really didn't die, it's really good. ”

"I'll just say that the third young master is such a good person, and he has the blessing of heaven and earth, how could he die so easily. ”

"I don't believe it at all, it turned out to be a joke between the third young master and me, a little old man. ”

Before Mu Jin could speak, the old man who was originally shrunk aside, and his eyes were timid, and he rushed up, hugging the thighs of the pastoral world with a handful of snot and tears, as if the pastoral world was his dearest relative.

"Old Yutou, don't hold me like this. I know that your shirt hasn't been washed for more than ten days, and it stinks. ”

"I'd love to be close to you after I've survived, but you old man should at least wash it off. The shepherds made you a grave keeper, but they didn't banish you. ”

The pastoral world smiled kindly, without the slightest hint of anger.

Hearing this, Lao Yutou couldn't help but blush, and grinned honestly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. And those herdsmen guards who were originally waiting for them also relaxed their vigilance and laughed heartily.

Although the pastoral world is the bloodline of the herdsmen, they are friendly and have never had a dislike between their status and people's hearts. These herdsmen's guards are all composed of side branches of the herdsmen, since it is the third young master who escaped death, this is a happy event, and they can't help but make fun of Lao Yutou.

"It's great that you're okay!"

Mu Jin also laughed, his blood and qi flashed, and he came to Mu Jie's side.

While everyone was laughing, his voice couldn't help but lower a little: "I'm afraid that the third master will be very pleased to hear this good news." However, since you are all right, I think you should return to the herdsmen as soon as possible. In order to obtain the spiritual veins of this ancestral land and fight for a glimmer of life for you, the lord of Mumaki Mountain will not hesitate to step into the sea of sword mountain fire in ten days to obtain the treasure medicine. ”

"That sword mountain and sea of fire is the forbidden land of my herdsman, although the third master has reached the realm of the divine fetus, but the sword mountain and the sea of fire are not so easy to break into, the treasure medicine is located in the middle of the sword mountain and the sea of fire, and there has never been a realm of the divine fetus before after entering the forbidden land. ”

Mu Jin said cautiously, but he was secretly embarrassed in his heart.

Mujuanshan is the biological father of the pastoral world, and his blood is connected, and his identity is the third master of the herdsman. A body of cultivation has reached the realm of the divine fetus, transcending the worldly mortals.

This kind of character is considered to be the top combat power even among the herdsmen, and Mumakan Mountain has always been kind to people, and has never spoken coldly to them, the side branches of the herdsmen, and has always been quite loved among the herdsmen.

Now that the pastoral realm has escaped death, even if he is not injured, he is mortal and mortal, and he is not able to climb the Heavenly Dao at all. For the sake of the pastoral world, entering the sea of swords and fire that he kept secret, it was really not worth it.

If it was for the sake of the pastoral world, it would be understandable that the third master would not hesitate to sacrifice his life to climb that sword mountain and sea of fire.

And now that he has come back from the dead, he has actually crawled out of the new grave, if the third master wants to go to the dangerous land to find treasure medicine and change his life for the pastoral world, it will be more than worth the loss.

The will of heaven cannot be violated, and so is the number of fates.

"Father is going to climb the sword mountain and the sea of fire in a few days?!"

Hearing this, Mu Jie's face changed slightly, and he squinted his eyes, and a trace of light in his eyes flashed quietly.

That gaze fell on Mu Jin's body, and Mu Jin's heart was shocked for no reason, as if an inexplicable light flashed in the eyes of the Mu Jie in front of him, which made him tremble all over.

It felt like a docile lamb being targeted by a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and the momentary powerlessness came to his heart, making Mu Jin feel an inexplicable sense of trembling.

This, how is this possible?

Although the pastoral world is the bloodline of the herdsmen, its mortal bones and mortals are destined not to be able to climb the heavenly path, and even becoming a monk is absolutely impossible.

Cultivators climb the Heavenly Dao, cultivate battle bodies, and evolve aura. And no matter what kind of exercises a human cultivator cultivates, or what kind of sect he comes from, his cultivation steps are the same.

The wasteland has existed for a long time, and there are countless Heavenly Glory and Bright Suns competing for the Mandate of Heaven, and over time, a common cultivation system has been formed.

In this cultivation system, the Martial Dao Foundation Realm is the most basic level for a monk to set foot in the Heavenly Dao.

The Foundation Realm has a total of nine realms, also known as the Battle Body Realm, which aims to strengthen the body and nourish the spiritual root. As for the foundation realm, it is followed by the condensation realm, and then there is the divine fetus realm

Although there are more cultivation realms upward, not only those Mu Jin are not known at all.

The ancestral teachings of the herdsmen, step by step, down-to-earth, not too ambitious.

Although the herdsmen are now a wealthy family living in the ancient fish city, their roots are a group that has been handed down since the primeval period, with a deep heritage and its own heritage.

It is precisely because of this that all the clansmen who have the bloodline of the herdsmen have the qualifications to be able to cultivate.

Of course, when the mandate of heaven has never been carried by anyone, it belongs to all sentient beings, but if mortals want to transcend, not everyone has that qualification.

The root bone and the dao tire are the standard by which all this is measured.

The pastoral bones are mortal bones, and the fetus is mortal fetus, and there is absolutely no possibility of cultivation. But at this moment, a trace of indescribable feelings rose in Mu Jin's heart.

It seems that under the unchanged face of the pastoral world, there is a huge momentum, which makes Mu Jin's heart tremble, and he can't help but tremble in his soul.

"Weird, really weird. ”

Mu Jin shook his head, a little stunned for a while.

"Brother Mu Jin, what's wrong?"

Mu Jin's voice sounded again, and Mu Jin came back to his senses, he temporarily put aside the strange emotions in his mind and shook his head.

"In any case, the pastoral world, you have to persuade your father, for my herdsman, a divine fetus monk can't be so childish at all, and the slightest mistake will be a huge blow to my herdsman. ”

Mu Jin said a little solemnly.

"Thank you, I'll advise my father. ”

Hearing this, the pastoral world smiled indifferently and did not explain anything......

"Ahh

Suddenly, the smiling old man on the side couldn't help but sneez, he rubbed his red rosacea, and muttered in his mouth How can today's Burning Mountain Ancestral Land be so cold?

When I was feeling strange in my heart, I saw the pastoral world beside me slowly raise his head and set his eyes on the top of the Burning Mountain.

"Demon?"

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