What?" Yang Xia's body shook, and his soul was not possessed, even Mo Tong and Ji Wushuang were dumbfounded, Yang Xia always thought that Mu Xuan was the ancestor of Tianxin, but now it seems that it is not, after a long time, Yang Xia looked at Mu Xuan, who was extremely beautiful and had a posture like an immortal, and then looked at Fang Ye, who was pitch black, foul-smelling, and old, and really couldn't associate the two together.

Mu Xuan squinted his eyes, looked at Fang Ye, and muttered: "Back then, you cut off the common people with a heavenly sword, blocking the road and making his talk change color, but unfortunately, your heart is too vicious and sinful, and you are to blame for receiving this evil retribution." ”

Mo Tong became excited, pointed at the bad old man who was sitting on the ground and kneading the clay figures, and shouted, "This is the Immortal Heavenly Sword before the era of the two people?"

"What knife?" Yang Xia looked at Motong.

Grandpa Grandpa once said that there were two regrets in his life, one of which was that the Immortal Heavenly Sword suddenly disappeared and he never won or lost the battle with him. "Motong really couldn't imagine that the enemy of the first life mentioned by Shui Sheng would be here, and he was imprisoned for more than 20,000 years, and he was unconscious.

Mu Xuan shook his head lightly and said, "The Immortal Heavenly Sword has long been a thing of the past, and the current Fang Ye is just a dying, crazy old man. ”

"Who said I'm crazy, I'm not crazy, you see, my heavenly sword is here, and it will cut off all the people!" Fang Ye suddenly raised his head, grabbed the half-pinched clay figure in his hand, and kept waving it.

"Let's go. Mu Xuan pointed to the long ladder woven by the star-eating vine, ignored Fang Ye, took the two of them and a chicken up the long ladder, and before coming to the portal, he hesitated for a moment and walked in.

In the portal, three transparent coffins side by side, inside the coffin, three corpses floated in the viscous but clear divine fluid, in the coffin on the left is a woman, she is wearing a white veil, jade face is captivating, hands folded together, look serene, not like dead, but like sleeping, in the middle coffin is a child, about ten years old, with beautiful facial features.

Lying in the coffin on the right is Mu Chen, unlike the other two corpses, there is only a human skin in Mu Chen's coffin, floating in the divine fluid.

Mu Xuan bowed to the corpses of the woman and the child, came to Mu Chen's coffin, stroked the coffin with his hand, tears welled up from his eyes, he bit his lip with his teeth, and said sadly: "Mu Chen, my sister is sorry for you, to this day, I still can't kill the old thief of Tianxin, and I haven't found the innate incarnation." ”

Yang Xia's expression was complicated, and he sighed in his heart, his origin of creation came from Mu Chen, seeing that there were no bones left of this hero's corpse, only the skin bag was here, it was a little uncomfortable, Mu Chen's battle with the Tianxin Ancestor back then must have been very tragic, and the blood of the creation was exhausted, the flesh and bones were broken, and only the skin was here.

Mu Xuanqing's tears dripped on the coffin, making the coffin glow, and the human skin in the coffin slowly stood up, looking at Mu Xuan, making Ji Wushuang and Mo Tong shocked.

When this human skin stood up, Yang Xia's eyebrows and heart beat, and the origin of creation in the spiritual platform boiled, constantly surging, wanting to break out of the body, but he couldn't suppress it at all, making his face pale and his head cracking, and after a few breaths, thousands of rays of light were reflected from the center of his eyebrows, making the cave as bright as day.

The origin of Yangxia's creation body came from Mu Chen, and now it resonates with the human skin of Mu Chen in the coffin, and wants to integrate into the human skin in the coffin and return to the original owner.

Feeling the throbbing of the origin of the creation body, where the human skin eyebrows are located, a wisp of soul thoughts appears, flickering bright and dark, if the candle flame in the wind, it will disperse at any time, after a long time, this human skin spoke, and said: "Sister, this is my choice, a brilliant battle with Tianxin, the curtain ends, he has no choice, and so do I." ”

"Tianxin old thief!I will kill you!" Mu Xuan looked at the wisp of soul thought at the center of the human skin's eyebrows, and was very distressed, after the battle between Tianxin and Mu Chen, Feng Wuji and her searched the universe, and found Mu Chen's human skin and this wisp of soul thought that would dissipate at any time in the distant desolate stars.

This wisp of soul thought was very weak, and if it hadn't been for the spiritual liquid in the coffin, it would have already dissipated.

"Sister, I have long wanted to leave, but you won't let me, and now that you come again, do you find the person I want to find. Mu Chen's voice was very soft, looking at Yang Xia, he felt a sense of familiarity in Yang Xia, very kind, this is

"Yangxia ........." Mu Xuan shook his head first, then nodded, and told him about Yangxia again, which made Mu Chen's broken soul thoughts tremble, and the rift deepened.

"There are still such characters in the world! I can receive two kinds of Nine Extremes Origin Immortal, okay! With such fate, I will no longer wither and wait for the innate creation body, and pass on my feelings and memories to you. After listening to what Mu Xuan said, the human skin was silent for a long time, and then he slowly spoke, and after speaking, the broken soul thoughts in the center of his eyebrows broke through the coffin directly, and he did not enter the heart of Yang Xia's eyebrows, and in an instant, Mu Chen's thoughts poured into Yang Xia's brain, which was his lifelong perception and memory, very pure, without the slightest memory impurity.

Mu Chen stripped out the emotions and life path in his soul thoughts, and only passed on the method of understanding and cultivation of the first life of the creation body to Yang Xia, so that Yang Xia would not be suffering, and the monk would experience thousands of calamities in his life, especially for a strong person like Mu Chen, the memory thoughts were too huge, if all the memories were passed on to Yang Xia, it would only make him confused and insane, which not only could not help Yang Xia, but also harmed him, so Mu Chen stripped out the miscellaneous thoughts in his soul thoughts, and only passed on to him the path that the creation body should take.

Yang Xia opened the spiritual platform, absorbing Mu Chen's perception and the cultivation method of the creation body, his face was calm, and this broken soul thought blended together, after a few breaths, his body exuded constant, mang, flying up, sitting cross-legged in the air, the mangs of the creation in the center of his eyebrows, and comprehending the path taken by Mu Chen, the innate creation body.

This is a great opportunity in the summer of the sun, with the innate creation of the body of the first lifetime, from then on, the road of cultivation no longer has a barrier, all the way to sing, no longer blocked by the bottleneck.

In Yangxia's perception, Mu Chen's miscellaneous thoughts flew in the air, like a mirror, showing his life, the laughter and laughter with his sister Mu Xuan, the sorrow of his father and mother after his death, growing up and walking out of the tribe, ambitious, pointing to the state of heaven and earth, meeting Tianxin Ancestor, the excitement of becoming close friends, and all kinds of bloody battles with immortal Tianjiao, stepping on the road of enlightenment with many corpses and bones, and the final battle with Tianxin Ancestor, too much, constantly changing in the cave, so that Mo Tong and Ji Wushuang on the side were dazzled and stunned.

"Yang Xia, take care of my sister for me, sister, if there is an afterlife, I am willing to renew the relationship between sister and brother with you. An hour later, these distracting thoughts gradually dissipated, Mu Chen looked at Yang Xia, who was sitting in the air, was feeling, admonished, looked at Mu Xuan, smiled faintly, waved his hand to Mu Xuan, and dissipated here into a little light, and the human skin in the coffin did not have this wisp of soul thoughts, and gradually withered and turned into divine liquid.

Mu Xuan's jade face was full of sadness, biting her lips stubbornly, her tears were blurred, this was what Mu Chen was looking forward to, and it was also his choice, he had repeatedly asked Mu Xuan, if one day the innate incarnation was born again, and he would bring it here with the same ambition, inherit it by him, and continue the glorious road of the innate body, but unfortunately, Mu Xuan was imprisoned and entrusted Feng Wuji to search for more than 20,000 years, but he did not find the innate innate incarnation, when Mu Xuan saw Yang Xia, he knew that the origin of Yangxia's nine poles came from Mu Chen, after several years of observation, she finally decided to bring Yang Xia here to accept the inheritance of her younger brother Mu Chen.

Mu Xuan wiped away her tears, looked at the floating coffin, and felt the Yangxia inherited by Mu Chen, standing quietly.

Four hours later, Yang Xia's face became more and more calm, the body and the divine ring were ups and downs, the center of the eyebrows, the soul was surging, the artistic conception of life and death, the two poles of yin and yang, all things were vibrant, its image was amazing, the ink and Ji Wushuang changed color, Yang Xia inherited the method of Mu Chen's perception and cultivation, although the realm did not increase, but realized the true meaning of the way of creation, and the end of the origin was strong and terrible.

"When do you say Yangxia will wake up?" Mo Tong squinted, his heart was sour, and the sound of Ji Wushuang, now Yangxia has Mu Chen's innate creation inheritance, and he understands the path of his life, after waking up, his strength will definitely increase greatly, I don't know how strong it is.

"I don't know, the longer Yang Xia feels, the more benefits you get, wait a minute. "Ji Wushuang is a little bored, there is no jealousy, it has long been subdued by Yang Xia, knowing that Yang Xia has not been inherited is also a monster, and now he has obtained this great opportunity, which makes some immortal Tianjiao despair.

"Come with me. Mu Xuan came back to her senses, looked at Mu Chen's broken coffin, the divine liquid in it was rainbow, flowing, the strange glow was long, she stepped forward, put Mu Chen's coffin into the ring, and whispered to Mo Tong and Ji Wushuang, then walked out, and Liuyang Xia was here quietly and felt.

One person and one chicken glanced at each other, followed Mu Xuan out of the cave woven by the star-eating vine, went down the stairs, and came to the place where Fang Ye of the Immortal Heavenly Sword was imprisoned, he had already pinched two lifelike clay figures at this time, one male and one female in two forms, seeing Mu Xuan coming, he glanced at her coldly, did not speak, spread out his hands, red light appeared in his palms, and cuffed the clay figure skin into porcelain, and then, dipped his fingers in the black mud on the ground, and painted the facial features of the clay figure.

"What's the matter, the clay figure I pinched is not like you and Feng Wuji, haha!" After painting the clay figure's facial features, Fang Ye grabbed the ceramic figure's head with both hands, opened his mouth and spit out, and the foul-smelling corpse gas erupted, penetrating from the clay figure's facial features, and after a few breaths, the two clay figure bodies slowly moved, weird and gloomy, looking at Mo Tong and Ji Wushuang's cold cold, completing the masterpiece, Fang Ye looked at Mu Xuan, pointed at the ceramic figure, and said excitedly.

"This is really the Immortal Heavenly Sword, crazy and terrifying!" Mo Tong shook his head, feeling that Fang Ye had gone completely insane.

Fang Ye has been imprisoned for more than 20,000 years, and his biggest pastime is pinching clay figures, and the people he hates the most are Feng Wuji and Mu Xuan, so the clay figures pinched are all their faces.

Mu Xuan didn't answer, he came straight to Fang Ye's body, kicked out, and with all his might, Fang Ye's lower body exploded directly, blood rain splashed, and an earth-shattering scream, Fang Ye lost his lower body, and the divine gold chain danced, like a living thing, locking his hands and imprisoning him here.

"You brute, you can't die well!" Fang Ye rolled on the ground in pain, his spiritual platform was sealed, he couldn't reshape his body, it took time to derive flesh and blood, and the process was painful, however, Fang Ye's body was extremely perverted, after a few breaths, the flesh and blood of the wound were wriggling, and he was already recovering.

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