Soon after the dog twenty-nine left, the bright moon completely submerged into the high sky.

Another cultivator came from the depths of the mountains and forests, with the light of the early sun and the warmth of the morning dew.

The person who came was wearing a bright yellow robe and was a young man with a strong atmosphere.

His face was extremely handsome, and his lips seemed to have cinnabar.

A proboscis beast with the body of a pig was respectfully guarding behind the young man.

There are three zhang high, and the momentum and cultivation are all good, which is much stronger than Nan Xiao and the old black captured by Nian Dyeing.

"Girl, little sister, the battle you fought with those two Terran Xiaolangjun the night before was really wonderful, admire and admire!"

The young man in the yellow shirt smiled brightly and took the initiative to show favor to Nan Xiao and Nian.

Nian Dyed Lips, who is called the little sister, feels that he was easily defeated in that battle, and now he still feels ashamed when he thinks about it.

Nan Xiao responded with a smile on her face, but quietly stirred up the bitter sea.

Judging from the words of the young man in the yellow shirt, there is a high probability that the other party is not a human race.

What's more, whether it is the pig demon or the yellow-shirted youth, the cultivation is unfathomable.

Even if Nan Xiao used the eye technique, it was difficult to see through.

Especially the strong flesh and blood of the yellow-shirted young man is far beyond the ordinary cultivators of the realm on the other side.

Nan Xiao's heart sank slightly, she felt that this trip to the old site of Buddhism had greatly broadened her horizons.

The dog who had just left for a short time was shocked, and now there is a young man from Huangshan with an extraordinary background and the elephant-trunked pig demon.

The mountains and rivers gazed, the phoenix eyes swept in the wind, and they still couldn't see the empty door of the yellow-shirted youth.

Nowadays, there are probably only two explanations for the ineffectiveness of Nan Xiao's eye technique: one is that this person's cultivation is far superior to Nan Xiao's cultivation and has powerful exercises, and the other is that his cultivation is covered up by a strong person or a special secret weapon.

While chatting with the young man in yellow shirt during the new year, Nan Xiao listened silently while looking at the powerful existence that surrounded the ancient temple and was ready to attack.

After a while, the yellow-shirted young man and Nan Xiao became familiar with each other.

Although he is young and has a relatively pampered personality, he comes from the candle holding the cave, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has no shortage of skills in dealing with people.

In addition, the young man in the yellow shirt seems to like the innocent Nian Dye very much, and he did not defend himself, and even told his origin.

The young man in the yellow shirt claimed to be Dongfang Mutuo, and he had the same surname as Dongfang Xu in Xuanmang Ancient City, who had a trace of barbarian blood, but there were also differences.

Because the young man in the yellow shirt was from a barbarian race, he was a barbarian cultivator with a relatively pure bloodline.

Barbarians, the origin is very ancient, even dating back to the age of mythology.

Legend has it that in the distant and unimaginable years, the barbarians also belonged to the human race, but the strength of their physique was far beyond the ordinary.

Perhaps because of some reasons, such as the character of the barbarians is more heroic, they don't like the vulgar flies and dogs, and they live with nature, so they moved into the depths of Nanling in the ancient times.

Nan Xiao didn't have to think about it to know how strong the barbarian's spirit should be to have the confidence to enter Nanling without fear of the terrifying power of the Demon Emperor Hall and the demons.

In a sense, the barbarians are definitely a first-class top power.

Although it is definitely not comparable to the Feather God Dynasty or the families and sects that have produced the Great Emperor, it is far from being comparable to the last forces such as Longmen Cave Heaven and Qingya Blessed Land.

Dongfang Mutuo does have a natural bold character, and he can tell his bottom line in three or two sentences.

He was twenty-seven years old, and he came from a barbarian tribe thousands of miles away from here.

There are only more than 100 people in that tribe, but almost every adult is an existence that can capture the tiger alive and peel the evil Jiao alive.

He was the only exception.

He had resented why his father had married a mortal with a weak constitution, but it was only after his mother's death that he realized what he had been missing.

The silent maternal love of moisturizing things is completely silent.

The young man who had been refusing help from the clan and just wanted to eat and wait for death finally cheered up.

He took the initiative to walk out of the tribe that would protect his life, and despite his father's opposition, he resolutely set foot on the South Ridge alone.

Along the way, relying on the barbarians' body refining and cultivation exercises, he escaped death under the claws of demon beasts many times.

After five years like this, he finally relied on himself, although he stumbled, but in the end he stepped on the other side.

Later, during a hunt, he encountered a young wild boar that had not been born long ago but was very intelligent.

After that, he named the little snow-white wild boar Xiaobai, and continued to practice with it.

In the process, Dongfang Mutuo even violated the ancestral teachings and exchanged exercises with a jade-nosed weevil demon who had become a climate, so that Xiaobai could also practice.

Perhaps it is the destiny of heaven in the demon clan, so that Xiaobai, who has only obtained a few wisps of luck, is extremely outstanding.

has grown rapidly in just two years, and the young Xiaobai has actually caught up behind and surpassed Dongfang Mutuo in cultivation.

But Xiaobai's mind is as white as his skin, as clear as ever, and he has always guarded Dongfang Mutuo's body.

The story and reality are quietly connected, and the Jingtan Temple and the mountains and forests under the early sun are bathed in brilliance, which is as magnificent as an oil painting, but more vivid than an oil painting.

"Brother Dongfang, you said that your beloved pet, Xiaobai, is cultivation already at the peak on the other side?"

Nian Ran, who was also in the realm on the other side, was shocked, and his small eyes were round.

Nan Xiao was not surprised.

Under the gaze of the eyes of the mountains and rivers, the three-zhang tall elephant trunk pig demon has a mighty divine power, far stronger than Nan Xiao himself now.

Even, if the intensity of the divine power alone, it is much stronger than Jing Hui, Li Menghuai, Du Sixuan and several other peak cultivators in the Red Mansion on the second floor of the Xuanmang Ancient City.

Although it is still a little far from the blue wolf king, who is favored by the gods through sacrifice, it is not far away.

"Hehe, my Xiaobai is very powerful, and he will definitely not be weaker than me!"

Dongfang Mutuo is very proud.

Xiaobai is quite well-behaved, and he put down the elephant trunk in time, as if he had set up a swing.

Dongfang Mutuo sat up, his movements were extremely sharp, and he was not a raw hand at first glance.

looked at Nan Xiao, who was smiling mildly on the side, and continued: "Most of the Terran cultivators who came here are not easy to mess with, one by one, they all look very difficult to get along with. I see that Miss Nanxiao and Sister Dye are very approachable, and their combat power is not bad! That's why I took the initiative to find an alliance with you. After a conversation, they were even more happy! What if we join forces in the trials after that? ”

"Trials?"

Nian Dye was surprised again, she now felt that she had too little knowledge.

Dongfang Mutuo smiled and looked at the two childish girls in front of him, and the gentle face of his mother when he was a child in his mind silently coincided with the remorse of his mother before she died.

For a while, Tie Han's heart was a little complicated.

Five years of bloody tempering is to forget the cowardice of the past.

But now in front of girls with somewhat similar looks and temperaments,

Dongfang Mutuo remembered his former incompetent rage again,

I remembered that my mother was constantly blamed by herself, and she really thought that she didn't give her child a better cultivation physique, and she was ashamed for the rest of her life, but she had been pleasing and smiling for 20 years.

An innocent child, dyed every year.

A delicate and dignified girl, Nan Xiao.

Then I thought of my mother, who was premature and died young......

She was also a girl like a flower!

It's just for me, I worked hard all my life, and I spent half my life internally, and finally withered early.

Even before he died, he was still worried about the future of his children, and he left with a sad face.

There are indeed many ways to prolong the lives of the ancient barbarians, but my father refused.

The reason may be the same as when Dongfang Mu Tuo was young but refused the baptism of the elixir in the clan despite his weak physique.

Or perhaps, the father, who has always been as calm as a mountain, thinks much more than what is in front of him.

couldn't bear to see his sweetheart in pain, he ignored Dongfang Mutuo's angry and puzzled gaze and chose to refuse.

In the view of the mountain, the wind trapped in the valley should have been relieved sooner.

It's just that after the death of the mother, the silence of the father was deafening.

The mountains are not stable anymore and may collapse at any time.

Until Dongfang Mutuo couldn't stand the coldness of walking on thin ice, and fled overnight.

Death-minded.

Punish me, Nanling!

In the next five years, Dongfang Mutuo, who was as withered as a tree, wanted to die more than once, but endured it.

Maybe it's the instinct of the flesh to resist, or maybe it's the fear of yourself.

When Dongfang Mutuo really stepped into the realm of the other side, he suddenly realized what he had been insisting on for what he had been doing.

In the depths of his heart, Dongfang Mutuo wants to prove -

was once weak, not because of his mother.

It's no use crying over spilt milk..

Too late.

Yangchun Budeze.

The morning sun in the sky shines on the warmth of the world.

Dongfang Mutuo turned his head, not daring to look at the quiet and beautiful girl again.

There is water vapor steaming in the mountains and forests, and in addition to morning dew, there is mud and dampness.