Mo Wunian, who had always had no feeling for Wu Mu and was indifferent, was flustered, and after sighing lightly, he said, "Do you want to hear my story? My story may be ......relatively long."

This may have been an attempt to explain something, but as he spoke, he felt a trace of regret for no reason.

"No need, you and me...... In the future, I will become a stranger. Hope too...... I won't have you in my story anymore. Wu Mu felt that she should also be relieved, and a bright smile appeared on her face after a long time.

But...... Is it really relieved? The answer should be known only to her.

"I've got you in my story. Mo Wunian still remembers that on that snowy day in Kyoto City, Zhao Kingdom, there was a girl wearing a pink dress like a scorching peach blossom flying on the vast snow.

It is also strange that the scenes with her once appeared in my heart, her smile and bad temper...... And the head is not smart. In the next hundreds or even thousands of years, no one will say to him: "Hey, this girl should be your old-fashioned lesson!"

Looking back, his face was as usual, but he also had to admit that there was a place for her in the heart of the stone that had not been warmed for 10,000 years.

It's just that this position should also be given to his "Ah Xiu", and it also gave birth to an illusion He glanced at Murong Xiu, and then at Wu Mu, and there was a stunned, frightened and ridiculous thought in his heart - in fact, both of them were his Ah Xiu!

She ignored him anymore and fell beside Wu Zidao, but Wu Zidao looked at her with a sigh, and all the words he wanted to say were also in this sigh.

"It's strange! There is such a thing in the world?" The thunderous voice also sounded, but it was Du Ah Tai who had escaped from the painting. He glanced at Murong Xiu, naturally stunned, in his memory, she had long ceased to exist in this world, and he also remembered who Mo Wunian said about the deceased.

But he glanced at Wu Mu in the distance again, and his voice was incredible: "Her soul ...... There is no such thing in the world!".

Then, his huge body shrank to the size of an ordinary person, but he was a burly black-faced man, with vigorous messy hair and a bearded black beard, and he was an uncivilized savage. He sat down on the ground, shaking his head for a while, as if in deep thought.

Ordinary monks or

He couldn't see it, but a great cultivator like him, who was almost only one realm away from becoming an immortal, couldn't see it, and he found that the souls on both Murong Xiu and Wu Mu seemed to be incomplete.

It stands to reason that after the monk asked for unity, there was no soul anymore, and some were just primordial gods, but some of the two of them only had souls, and these souls were all from the same end, and they all came from a person he knew—Murong Xiu!

It's just that in this soul ratio, Wu Mu occupies a larger proportion.

"What's going on?" Mo Wunian also saw his doubts.

Mrs. Du avoided everyone and told him everything she had discovered.

Mo Wunian's eyes flashed with some doubts after hearing this, and he didn't know how such a thing could happen in the world, how could a person's soul or primordial spirit be split into two parts, and how could he be reborn?

He had thought about all the possibilities of Murong Xiu's rebirth...... was also thinking about it, and unconsciously he saw the nine firmaments in his hands.

To be precise, Jiucang's previous master was Murong Xiu......

He thought a lot, but in the end, the doubts in his eyes were like the ripples of a lake, and finally settled into calm.

also looked at these two women with completely different temperaments, and he said to Du Tai: "I can live another life, and it has a lot to do with this sword, and the previous owner of this sword you know is Ah Xiu." ”。

The origin of this Nine Cang Sword can also be regarded as historical research, and it has been suppressed in the sword prison of the Sword Killing Sect, one of the six sects of the Three Prefectures in the Middle Abyss, for the past many years.

It is rumored that this sword has buried the end of a cultivation era, especially that clan.

It is also the end of the old era of cultivation, and the gods and worshippers have "gods in their heads" spread all over the world, and the justice of this clan has become an eternal truth in everyone's intentions!

Later, this sword was stolen by Murong Xiu from the Sword Prison, and when its reputation rose again, it was actually Murong Xiu who handed over the sword to him after his death.

"Is that sword prison of the Sword Killing Sect?I heard the barbarian elders of the clan say that there are immortals of the old era suppressed in that sword prison!"

Don't listen to it

, silent, there are still many unknown things in the world, just like what he saw in the endless stream of the forbidden land of the Nine Realms Mountain:

On the vast and fragmented earth, there is a huge and simple tripod used to occupy the earth, and the mountains and mountains of corpses everywhere are rivers of blood, a man in the royal robe holding an ancient halberd, using all his cultivation to suppress the broken heaven and earth, kneeling on the ground, looking at the mouth of the tripod with blank eyes, it seems that the mouth of the tripod predicts the direction of the future world......

He also made a guess in private, this may be a matter of the old times, so some things also require him to go to the 100,000 mountains of the demon clan to verify.

"News from the Nine Realms Mountain...... Do you want to listen?" was also chatting, and Mrs. Du also felt that there were some things that this old friend should know.

Mo Wunian was silent, his thoughts went back thousands of years ago, but after a while, he pretended to be indifferent and said, "Say it." ”。

He tried his best to stabilize his emotions, but his words still had a slight trill, just like the near-hometown was more timid when it was time to know, but he was not indifferent at all.

When the Nine Realms Mountain was destroyed, several clan elders of the Divine Worship Clan all took action, and his master did not choose to resist in order to protect the integrity of the Nine Realms Mountain, and let those people refine him into a living puppet, and the corpse should still be hanging on the huge pillar on the Demon Slaying Platform of the Nine Realms Mountain!

But even so...... The Nine Realms Mountain is not much preserved, most of the disciples are still killed as demons, and only a small part is preserved to survive on it, guarding the last pure land belonging to the Nine Realms Mountain, and the inferior ones are alive.

And also......

Du Ah Tai still said, but Mo Wunian interrupted him: "That's it." ”。

His voice was calm, but in those black and white eyes, there were a few sparks that could burst out of the subtle spot, and only one point could ignite the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, so that the place that should be dark and chaotic would always have light.

"Anyway...... Lao Tzu is a rough man, I don't understand what you are talking about! It's really uncomfortable, one day you will kill someone if you come up to cultivate without pain! Just tell me!" Mrs. Du suddenly laughed heroically, got up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Good. Mo Wunian returned lightly, and the expression of his eyes returned to indifference, but this indifference was like a bottomless pool of water, and the silence was terrible.