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It's just that this figure is not young, it is the face of a mortal forty years old.

On the other hand, he is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, who also looks a little like Nihuang.

The realm of the two divine souls is not high, one happens to be the realm of heavenly immortals, and the other has not yet become an immortal and is out of the realm of the body.

The spirit had no clothes, and lay naked and horizontally, shivering under the unrelenting scorching of the dark red fire, and its form was illusory, as if it could disappear at any moment. The part below the head was very strange, it was like two long bands of blue light, intertwined with each other, and their hair, and their eyes that had been wide and hideous, were also light blue, and even their faces emitted a little blue light.

The hideous eyes were painful, and they also wanted to be liberated.

"Not the human race?" In the blink of an eye, Hua was speechless and crossed the distance at the speed of the saint, and his divine sense had already seen it clearly, and the long illusory blue light below the heads of the two divine souls had segments that were difficult to see clearly, and at the position of each segment, there were thin branches, and there were long sharp leaves on them, which were bamboo leaves.

It's not a human race, but a kind of blue bamboo that has a lot of luck and embarks on the path of cultivation.

So, the body of the Nihuang is also a blue bamboo?

Hua thoughtless and thought about Mu Jiutian, Mu Jiutian's eyes were also light blue, and they were also blue bamboo?

In fact, it doesn't matter what the ontology is, when the non-human beings turn into human form, they will give up part of their ontology, and then give up part of it when they become immortals, and then go to Taiyi Golden Immortal Daluo Jinxian and cross the catastrophe of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, basically they will completely abandon the ontology, and only retain some superficial characteristics such as eye color, at this time, no one can see it except for people with higher cultivation who use the Great Dao Destiny Technique to explore.

Another example is Mu Jiutian, it should have been an accident that he had already abandoned his body, leaving only a pure soul to grow up as a baby, and it has nothing to do with the body.

It's just that Hua Wuyu thinks it's very bizarre.

To become an immortal, flowers and trees with enough opportunities are fine, but it is almost impossible to grow into the emperor like Nihuang. He has been to many universes and has never seen it, and it is extremely difficult for flowers and trees to achieve true immortals, which is limited by the Great Dao. Only human beings such as the human race can cultivate to the highest position in the universe, and among them, the position of the supreme saint is basically the most powerful human race in all things.

When Qu Yunji talked about Nihuang, he didn't talk about the problems related to Nihuang's ontology, maybe he ignored it or Qu Yunji didn't know about it at all.

Hua Wuyu kept shuttling at a high speed, put this problem down, the existence is reasonable, what could have happened in this universe, and there was a different kind of opportunity, which made a flaw in the restriction of the Great Dao, and Nihuang seized this flaw.

When shuttling, Hua Wuyu's body emitted the most holy light, he waved his right hand, and the light gathered, like a river rushing towards the two divine souls at a speed several times faster than the speed of the holy shuttle with his palm, and where he passed, the dark fire spread out on both sides to form a white road trace.

When the flower was speechless, the holy light had already wrapped the two divine souls in warmth.

It's just that the two divine souls have been tortured for tens of thousands of years, and even in the most holy and comfortable light, they still maintain that expression, and they don't have the slightest reaction to the holy light and the arrival of the flower's speechlessness.

The three hairs of Mu Jiutian flew speechlessly by receiving the power of the Holy Spirit, suspended above the two divine souls, and turned into nothingness little by little, leaving only Mu Jiutian's unique aura to melt into the two.

The breath of the hair was like a rain in the middle of a few dry deserts, coupled with the nourishment of the holy light, the two divine souls trembled suddenly, and there was a trace of clarity in the empty and hideous eyes.

The part below the head of the two turned into human bodies, dressed in blue and blue clothes.

"Huang'er, mother, please let us go and give us a relief. Before she could see anything clearly, the middle-aged woman turned over and knelt down in fear, because the holy light could not kneel down and only hooked her body, and her eyes were obviously wide open and her face was greedily enjoying this painless moment, the endless torture had long worn out any of her desire to survive, and she just wanted to be released directly from the soul.

The young man, too, turned pale and trembled violently, biting his lip and not daring to make a sound.

The middle-aged woman suddenly felt something again, and her face changed greatly, "Huang'er, you have arrested her, mother, please let her go, you are one, why? Why do you treat her like that?" she felt a familiar and extremely longing aura.

Her face was sad, her voice was crying, her lips were constantly wriggling with weak pleading, and then she slowly raised her head, as if this pleading was more sincere.

It's just that when she saw a strange person standing in front of her, her pleading voice stopped abruptly, and her expression was stunned.

This dark red world, the white figure with light, looked at her and felt comfortable, but strange and frightened, and hurriedly shrank back.

She looked down again, only to find that the white light dragged without kneeling, and the white light was like the warm sun in the cold winter.

The boy next to him, feeling his mother's retraction, raised his head timidly, and saw that the flower was speechless, and he shrank his neck like a frightened bird.

"Don't be afraid. Hua said softly.

This voice, soothing the hearts of the two, has an incomparably powerful contagion, and the two have calmed down a lot.

"Are you Nihuang's mother?" Hua asked speechlessly.

At the same time, he waved his hand, and an indifferent and cold blue figure appeared, it was Ni Huang, Hua Wuyu used illusion to transform the appearance and temperament of Ni Huang.

As soon as the figure appeared, the two men leaned closer to each other in obvious fear.

Hua was speechless and waved her hand, and Mu Jiutian's figure appeared, with straight long hair, a little white dress, a three-point smile, and a heart-warming look between his eyes.

Two people who are exactly the same, but they have very different temperaments.

As soon as Mu Jiutian appeared, the two seemed to have seen their closest relatives during the near death, their faces became excited, and the middle-aged woman stretched out her hand to touch it.

Hua was speechless, and the figure of Nihuang disappeared.

"She is my wife, Mu Jiutian. He said. When the words fell, Mu Jiu's figure walked towards the middle-aged woman.

"Wife......" the middle-aged woman stretched out her hand and muttered.

From the time Hua Wuyu appeared to the present, there was a few breaths, and her mind also recovered, and her eyes lit up when she understood the meaning of these two words, "You mean she is your wife, and she is okay?" she was very excited.

After being excited, he rushed to Hua speechless as if he was insane, and his hands suddenly pushed out, "You go, go quickly, take her to hide, Huang'er is the emperor, if she comes, you will be finished, go quickly!"

(End of chapter)

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