If he had said it before, Xu Mu still didn't understand what the blood drops were talking about.

Then until he heard this, he probably understood the meaning of the blood droplets.

"I can't control my Dao heart?"

His brows furrowed tightly, Xu Mu saw that the man in front of him had a solemn expression, and he didn't mean to joke at all, and a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

"Why can't I control my own Dao heart?"

"What does it mean that the hearts of the immortals are too heavy?"

Questions kept flashing in his mind, Xu Mu listened to the meaning of this man's words, and when he broke the heart of an immortal, he was afraid that there would be a great danger.

Immediately, Xu Mu's eyes flashed with worry, and he looked at the other party in a daze for a long time, and then he said tentatively: "How can a disciple control his own Dao?"

This time, it was the turn of the blood drops to be silent, and the pupils of Xu Mu became more and more complicated.

The atmosphere fell into a brief solemnity, and Duanmu Rong, who was standing quietly on one side, didn't even dare to make a sound, lest it disturb this crucial conversation between the two.

"Doesn't this senior know either?" Seeing that the blood drops were speechless for a long time, Xu Mu thought that the former didn't know how to control his nascent Dao heart.

A look of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't feel the slightest discomfort now.

On the contrary, he preached with the heart of becoming an immortal, and his cultivation broke through a long way.

There is an indescribable feeling of fullness and roundness in the original spirit.

"Perhaps, that's not a bad thing. Xu Muwu comforted himself.

After another pause, the blood droplet sighed deeply.

It seems that he feels that the wood has been completed, Xu Mudao's heart has been completed, and it is useless for him to be entangled.

simply said bluntly: "The Dao heart is too heavy, if you want to bear it, you have to make your shoulders broader." Until your state of mind can accommodate the sun, moon and stars, perhaps, you can barely grasp it. ”

The suspicion on Xu Mu's face was even stronger, and he found that he couldn't understand it again.

Scratching his cheeks in some embarrassment, Xu Mu smiled awkwardly: "Senior, I don't understand." ”

"Words cannot be spoken, words are not words. Shaking his head helplessly, the blood droplets looked meaningfully at Xu Mu's eyes, and continued: "This is a very difficult road, you have to go by yourself, since it is your own choice, then everything can only rely on yourself." The old man can only help you so much, and talking too much is counterproductive. ”

His eyes were lowered, and Xu Mu could hear the vague meaning of what the man said.

You have to rely on your own way, and the words of your predecessors can only be used as a guide to give yourself a vague direction, rather than following the path of your predecessors.

for his word is not his own.

After thinking about it, Xu Mu re-filtered every word of the man, and memorized it completely and word for word.

The guidance of the Void Breaker is not something that every monk has the opportunity to obtain.

It's a serendipity affair.

After a moment, Xu Mu felt that he had firmly memorized every word in his words, and then he raised his head cautiously.

He saluted the man again.

"The grace of the seniors, the younger generations are unforgettable, and they don't know the names of the seniors. ”

The blood droplet regained his gentle image, and said lightly: "Duanmu Yu!"

"Don't be in a hurry to thank Old Man Xie first, you don't know if it's a blessing or a curse when your Dao heart is just beginning to become today. I hope the old man is not self-defeating. ”

Duanmu Yu! He really belongs to the Duanmu family, and he is of the same sex as Duanmu Rong. Xu Mu secretly muttered Duanmu Yu's name, unintentionally confirming her identity as a member of the Duanmu family.

Then, Xu Mu bowed again, "Xie Duanmu senior." Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's also my Xu Mu's own creation and calamity, no wonder Duanmu's predecessors. ”

On the side, Duanmu Rong, who heard Xu Mu shouting from one senior after another, finally couldn't help it.

With his red eyes, he glanced at Xu Mu coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Called Old Ancestor, how do you have a brain, what is standing in front of you is a drop of blood." ”

Boom!

Duanmu Rong's bland words were heard in Xu Mu's mind, and the shock was tantamount to the terrifying scene of seeing the powerful power of breaking the void for the first time.

He was blindsided in an instant.

"Blood drops!"

I was dumbfounded and pronounced these three words.

Xu Mu's stunned gaze was fixed on the man with a gentle smile in front of him.

The blood droplet that had killed the monks of Cangrui Domain five hundred years ago was prohibitive, and when they heard the wind, they existed like killing gods.

"Isn't he dead?" exclaimed secretly, Xu Mu had been to the Guiru Tomb, and now the tomb of the blood droplets was still standing in the Guiru Tomb.

Moreover, Duanmu Rong's spiritual artifact, the Silent Sky Cloud Robe, was also brought out from the Guiru Tomb.

All kinds of signs are undoubtedly not things that show that the blood droplet has died, how can he be the blood droplet.

Previously, when Xu Mu heard Duanmu Rong call him Grandpa, he didn't think about the blood droplets, just because he knew that the blood drops were dead.

And looking at this man, Xu Mu couldn't overlap him with the figure of the God Killer five hundred years ago no matter what.

Looking at Duanmu Rong, you can know how fierce the person who cultivates the killing intent is.

For a moment, Xu Mu was stunned, obviously shocked by this terrifying information.

"The old man's name is Duanmu Yu, and the road number is blood droplets. At the same time, the blood droplets also smiled and spoke.

"Strictly speaking, this year is the 270th year of the old man's fall. ”

Poof!

Xu Mu had already knelt directly on the ground.

......

Xu Mu couldn't remember how he got out of the forbidden land at all.

The whole person is confused.

It wasn't until he had unconsciously walked to the inner gate that he recovered from the huge shock.

His eyes swept over the shifting array in front of him, and Xu Mu repeated the words in his mouth that he didn't know how many times he had muttered to himself.

"The Blood Drop Ancestor is not dead!"

It's incredible, people five hundred years ago appeared in front of him, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xu Mu wouldn't have been able to accept this fact at all.

But when he thought about it, the lifespan of a Dharma Body Realm cultivator could reach two or three hundred years.

So what about breaking the void? The Shou Yuan of the Blood Drop is afraid that he is already more than 500 years old.

Can you really live so long?

This is the most enviable thing about the monk, more than 500 years old, mortals don't know how many generations it lasts.

Swallowing lightly, Xu Mu raised his palm and patted his cheek, the real touch told him that all this was true.

Suddenly, Xu Mu's action of slapping his face froze, and he froze on a talisman tightly held in the palm of his right hand.

It was a red talisman with an arcane and jerky rune outlining unpredictable lines.

He had almost forgotten how the talisman had been shoved into his hand.

I only vaguely remember that it was the blood droplets that were taken out of his arms and carefully handed to himself.

Then he subconsciously took it.

"Blood Talisman!"

Luckily, he remembered the name of the talisman.

It was the drops of blood that were left for their own lives.

The talisman of the level of power that the blood drops handed over to him was definitely not ordinary, and Xu Mu could feel the amazing aura emanating from this talisman in his hand.

There was even more thick blood wafting out of it, which was sucked into Xu Mu's nose.

"This is a life-saving thing, I owe two great favors to the ancestor of the blood droplet. ”

Putting the blood talisman closely, Xu Mu looked melancholy.

However, with the blood talisman of the blood droplet, Xu Mu's trip to the Western Regions was more confident.

Immediately hurriedly cleaned up his mood, and took a step towards the shifting array with a firm gaze.

With a flash of light from the shifting array, Xu Mu's figure disappeared into the inner door.

At the same time, within the forbidden land.

Only then did Xu Mu visit the thatched hut where the ancestor of the blood drop was located.

Duanmu Rong has already left.

The Changming Dao people sat opposite each other with the Blood Drop Ancestor.

The eyes of the two were level with each other, and Changming Dao people did not show the respect that a junior should have.

The indifferent eyes and the gentle smiling eyes of the blood droplets looked straight together.

"You're finally willing to see the old man. Looking at Changming, the smile on the face of the blood droplets became stronger, and it broke the heavy atmosphere in the room first.

"I found Senior Sister Chi and brought back her and Senior Brother Zuoqiu's flesh and blood. Without going to pick up the blood droplets, Changming Daoist said to himself: "You should go and see." ”

"I will. Hearing Zuoqiu's name, the blood droplet's smile immediately retracted, and then nodded seriously.

"Senior Sister Chi Jing received the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's lore order, she was afraid of affecting the sect, so she didn't come back. ”

Looking at the ancestor in front of him, who had been desperately chasing his back, Changming's expression was still indifferent, although the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"The sect owes them too much for the family of three. Blooddrop's face was melancholy, and he gently stood up from his sitting position. Blood-red hair cleaved at his shoulders, revealing a sense of twilight.

"This kid Chi Wei is still so considerate, she knows that once she returns to the sect, even if she has the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's lore spirit. The old man will also protect them because of his guilt for them. In this field, she is still so kind. ”

Looking at the blood drops, this killing god who once fought alone against the two major powerhouses of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect actually revealed this decadent aura.

The calm pupils of Changming Daoist rarely flashed a trace of fluctuation.

In order not to let the emotions in his heart spread, he turned his head without a trace, looked at the three stone tablets outside the hut through the window, and said softly: "I decided to accept Xi'er as a disciple." ”

"Okay, the old man will also personally guide her...... Hopefully I'll be able to use some more of my spare energy. The corners of his mouth pulled up a touch of self-deprecation, and the back of the blood droplets was indescribably lonely.

There was an inexplicable twitch in his heart, and Changming slowly closed his eyes.

"I don't have much time left. ”

"No, you have to live, the Guiyuan Sect must have a broken void to sit down. The blood droplet turned around suddenly, looked at Changming's closed eyes, and said word by word: "The old man has a premonition that you can survive the life and death tribulation of my trick." ”

"I hope so. "I opened my eyes again, and Changming's pupils were as hot as fire, "I saw Xu Mu's Dao heart. ”

"Well, I hope the old man is not self-defeating, his Tao is too heavy. ”

"No, his Dao heart just matches him. ”

(End of chapter)