Seventy-four is incomprehensible

"Stinky boy, cheer up," the old beggar who snatched Wuyang's body on the side pushed Mo Yuan Dao.

Mo Yuan stiffly raised his head and looked at the old beggar, looking at a body that had taken away Wuyang's body, but it could not completely replace the old beggar who acted strangely and spoke strangely, Mo Yuan was a little confused and puzzled.

"Why do you agree," Mo Yuan said stiffly, turning his head to look at the old beggar.

The old beggar was a little stunned for a while, he didn't expect Mo Yuan to ask him this, and for the first time he felt that he and Mo Yuan had a sense of distance.

"What can I do, do you think I have the capital to refuse" For a while, the old beggar was amused, helpless and angry.

Mo Yuan lowered his head and clenched his fists.

"The young general has been taken away, take the princess out of here" A guard in a silkworm scale robe looked at the old beggar who behaved the same, and couldn't help shouting to the guards.

For a while, those guards obviously knew the seriousness of the matter, the talents of the empire, the princess's husband, and the heirs of the martial arts family were taken away, and such terrifying news was enough to shock the entire empire, so the only thing they could do now was to protect the princess from leaving, and upload this matter to the public, and for a while, the guards hurriedly carried the princess away.

Hearing what the guards said, the old beggar who was comforting Mo Yuan on the side suddenly looked much gloomy, obviously almost making him forget a big thing that killed people. Turning around and looking at those people coldly, although it was a seizure, it was more like stuffing his soul into a body, and at present, this body was a martial arts body, but it was not easy for the old beggar, a soul cultivator, to control.

The old beggar secretly glanced at those people, and found that they were all from the middle and late stages of the Martial King, and according to his current state, he wanted to strangle them in one fell swoop, but the difficulty was not small, and his eyes couldn't help but cast on Mo Yuan.

At this time, Mo Yuan's expression was cold, and then he slowly stood up and looked at the guards, although Mo Yuan did not agree with the old beggar's approach, but in fact, he knew in his heart that the old beggar was forced to do this, after all, everyone has selfish times, so the old beggar raised himself from a young age, even if the old beggar did something sorry for himself, he would still forgive him.

The old beggar saw Mo Yuan's response, but his heart was relieved, and Rong shot at the same time, the Blood Demon Spirit Yuan wrapped the old beggar in it, Mo Yuan was wrapped in the Purple Fire Spirit Yuan, on the pitch-black gourd, a silver rune flashed you, a huge heavy sword giant crocodile appeared in front of him, and the old beggar had a long sword as black as ink in his hand.

For a while, the two of them were like two gorgeous flowing fires, constantly harvesting those injured martial kings, although they were injured, but they were all genuine martial kings, for a while, it may be out of fear of seizing the house, all the guards focused their eyes on Mo Yuan, for a while, the corners of Mo Yuan's mouth rose, and the heavy sword carried the terrifying purple fire spirit element, plus the terrifying weight of the heavy sword, Mo Yuan's whole person was like a meat grinder, all knocks are not a small injury, the key is the terrifying power of the purple fire spirit element, those who touch it are either dead or seriously injured.

Although the old beggar on the side was not very suitable for this new body, but the spirit weapon in his hand, coupled with the Blood Demon Spirit Yuan, the terrifying destructive power was self-evident, those Martial Kings had been seriously injured before, and it didn't take long for the battle to end, Mo Yuan wiped the blood on his face with his hands, and the old beggar sacrificed the Xue Sha Ling Yuan here, and for a while, the Blood Sha Ling Yuan burned the broken flesh of those dead corpses into nothingness.

But when the old beggar came to the princess, he stopped. A strange look flashed in his eyes.

Mo Yuan felt a sense of disgust when he saw the princess, and walked over and took out the heavy sword. The old beggar grabbed the sharp blade, and blood remained in the palm of his hand.

"No matter how you say it, she is also the princess of Wuyang's women's empire, killing her will only add a lot of trouble."

Mo Yuan saw the old beggar with the same expression, so he immediately put away his heavy sword and turned to leave.

"Where are you going," the old beggar asked with concern as he watched Mo Yuan leave.

"I'm going to take revenge," Mo Yuan's tone exuded a faint indifference.

When the old beggar heard this, he just smiled bitterly, "Do you think you have taken revenge?"

Mo Yuan stopped, turned his head to look at the body of Wu Yang who was snatched by the old beggar, and said firmly, "I will definitely be"

"Stinky boy, I can understand your desire for revenge, but you have to understand that manpower is endless, and only the strong can control their fate, I found a secret treasure in the soul of this Wuyang, come with me to the imperial capital!"

Mo Yuan stopped.

Seeing Mo Yuan, the old beggar stopped and continued, "With this princess here, it won't be difficult to sneak into the emperor!"

Mo Yuan turned his head to look at the old beggar, and faintly felt that the old beggar was obedient, and even felt a little different from the original him, the old beggar in the past would not be so frivolous, Mo Yuan was suspicious in his heart, after all, the old beggar was the closest person to him in this world.

Mo Yuan nodded, and said lightly, "Okay, I'll go with you."

The old beggar was overjoyed, and then picked up the princess, who was still unconscious.

"Your gourd," Mo Yuan untied the gourd from his waist and handed it to the old beggar.

The old beggar looked at the gourd and said with some nostalgia, "There is no trace of aura in this body, this gourd is no longer of much use to me, give it back to you!"

Mo Yuan held up and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"Mo Yuan, you are stupid, I gave you your name, who do you say I am" For a while, the old beggar felt that Mo Yuan asked a question, which was a little funny and angry.

"Mo Yuan's old thing would never call me that, are you Wuyang or an old thing" Mo Yuan asked the old beggar scrutinically.

"Lao Tzu is a ghost-faced Taoist, such as a fake," the old beggar said with a little anger.

When Mo Yuan heard this, he was still very conflicted in his heart, although he always felt that the old beggar was weird, but he couldn't tell where the fault was.

In this way, the two came to the threshold of the first line of heaven.

A line of heaven, a dangerous pass of the imperial fortress, the terrain is steep, this is also the gateway to the hinterland of the empire, after a line of heaven, it is really into the Yuntian Empire, naturally the guards here are unusually strict, so there are few people in front of the city gate.

"This is the first line of heaven," the old beggar said with a little excitement as he looked at the soldiers patrolling back and forth on the tall bluestone city wall.

Mo Yuan just followed quietly, and then the old beggar took Mo Yuan and walked over directly, because the old beggar took Wu Yang in armor, and soon a team of soldiers guarding the city surrounded him, and the old beggar just took down the jade plate to talk about, and the soldiers who patrolled the city respectfully let him go.

Then Mo Yuan became more and more suspicious of this old beggar, everything was going on in a very orderly manner, even the wind eagle was ready, it seemed that everything here was very familiar to the old beggar, and even sometimes Mo Yuan even doubted whether the old beggar had taken away, but if he didn't take it, how could the Blood Demon Spirit Yuan and his spiritual weapon ghost ruler be able to control it freely and know everything about himself?

After entering this line of heaven, Mo Yuan felt more and more indescribably weird, and the three of them came to an inn to stay. The most thought-provoking thing is that the old beggar actually shared a room with this princess, all of which made Mo Yuan a little puzzled, the old beggar was a cruel and cold person, why did he do something, he always had strange behaviors that were different from the past. Mo Yuan was ready to figure this out completely.

Pry open the door of the old beggar's room, the strong wind blew the door, Mo Yuan walked in, and found that the old beggar was sitting cross-legged on the round table of the Eight Immortals at this time, and when he saw Mo Yuan coming, the old beggar opened his eyes, "What is Mo Yuan looking for me late at night?" The old beggar said with a slight smile.

Mo Yuan sat on the round bench relatively casually, looking at the old beggar, trying to get used to it earlier, after all, this body is Wuyang's, but this person is indeed an old beggar now.

"Should I call you an old guy instead, or should I call you an old thing, I have never been able to understand, it should be very easy for the soul of your realm law soul to take away a physical body, but why does it feel like you are not like you" Mo Yuan looked at the old beggar and said with a blank expression.

"Is a title that important to you?"

"Important, very important, if you are an old beggar, I won't ask, if you are Wuyang, please return the old guy's soul" Mo Yuan looked at the old beggar, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

The old beggar looked at Mo Yuan meaningfully and smiled, "I am Wuyang and an old beggar."

Mo Yuan's eyes suddenly showed murder.

Seeing the change in Mo Yuan's expression, the old beggar hurriedly explained: "My soul is not weak, and my soul was almost collapsed due to the impact of that impact, but in the end, fortunately, which senior smashed my soul into Wu Yang's body, and finally prepared to control his physical body with the help of his essence and blood essence, but unexpectedly failed, I merged with his spirit."

Mo Yuan's eyes almost fell out when he heard this, "This kind of thing is really too controversial.

"You're saying that you and Wu Yang share the same body," Mo Yuan said faintly

"Not exactly, the soul of the martial arts cultivator at the level of the Martial King has not been conceived at all, my soul has been integrated into his soul has changed, now his thoughts are my thoughts, his memories are my memories, and he and I are now the same person" After saying that, the old beggar sighed extremely depressed.

After listening to this, Mo Yuan gradually understood.

"Then what are your plans for the future," Mo Yuan asked lightly

"Entering the Martial Alliance is to keep the foundation of the martial family," the old beggar said lightly.

As soon as Mo Yuan heard this, he completely understood in his heart, the person in front of him had two memories and thoughts at the same time, and he didn't have a complete definition of whether this was an old beggar or Wu Yang in his heart.

A faint cough came from above the bed. The old beggar jumped off the round table, came to the bed, turned the vitality in his body, poured it into the princess's body, helped her to smooth her breath, looked at the princess's haggard face, the old beggar's expression was faintly worried, for a while Mo Yuan didn't know, the old beggar could accept Wu Yang's feelings for the princess, it was really a trick, Mo Yuan suddenly felt that this world had a feeling that made you indescribable.

"Could it be that this is the destiny of heaven!" Mo Yuan looked at the old beggar anxiously and looked at the princess and said silently.