In the room, as the light curtain emitted by the beads flickered, the picture of Zhao Yu fighting the three Yuanying masters alone rolled like flowing water, Mo Xiaolou's eyes were red, his nails were deeply sunk into the flesh, and blood and tears flowed down together.

With the voice of "Xiaolou, I hope you can live happily....". The man in front of him, who was as strong as iron, couldn't stop crying.

As if inducted, the small tree in Mo Xiaolou's body floated out of his chest and came to him to rotate. A moment later, Zhao Yu's voice came from it.

"Xiaolou, I believe that I am no longer alive at this time, no matter what the result is, the grievances belonging to our generation have been settled, I only hope that you can live in peace, the people of Kuncang Sect are sinister, it is definitely not a place to stay for a long time, I hope you will do it yourself." Back then, I found that the fragment on your body was not ordinary, and it seems that I have recognized you as the master, but the power in it is extremely domineering, and you must use it carefully. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Yu smiled awkwardly, "After being a master for so many years, I have never taught an apprentice by myself, after thinking about it, I decided to give you this wisp of original power as a souvenir, I believe that now you should already know its function, for a long time, let it replace me to accompany you to grow up!"

Mo Xiaolou knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the little tree again and again, crying almost suffocating.

"It turns out that Master knows everything.... In order to be able to stay and practice, I actually thought I was smart to deceive my master, I was such a fool.... Why did God want me to suffer the loss of my loved ones again!"

After returning to Mo Xiaolou's body, Xiao Shu immediately exuded a large amount of wood attribute spiritual power, and those runes in the meridians were like sharks smelling blood, swarming and beginning to transform these wood spirit qi into pure yang power.

At the same time, Mo Xiaolou's mind also entered a meditative state.

"This turned out to be.... Fragments of the Master's memories..."

At this time, scenes appeared in Mo Xiaolou's mind: on a mountain peak, Zhao Yu was silently looking at the small figure who was climbing the Five Spirits Ladder, and for countless bleak nights, this melancholy man would quietly visit his apprentice who was concentrating on penance.

"It turns out that over the years, Shizun has been caring about himself all the time, maybe he has expected such a day, so he is estranged from me on the surface, but in fact, he is afraid that I will be involved, Shizun ....."

Seeing Mo Xiaoru sitting on the ground on his knees, his eyes closed, and his face showing pain, Xiaobai was so anxious.

"Woo~~"

"What are you going to do, little guy? He has already entered a meditative state, the opportunity is rare, don't interrupt him!"

Sensing Kunyangzi's presence, Xiaobai let out a threatening roar.

"Hey.. Brutes are brutes, little guy, this kid shouldn't have any other pure yang spirit pets besides you, right?"

At this time, Mo Xiaolou's divine consciousness entered a magical space, looking around, the grass and trees between the heaven and the earth were luxuriant, full of vitality, suddenly, the west wind blew, all the vegetation began to wither, everything withered, and then, a green bud began to emerge in the soil, and after a while, the earth regained its vitality again.

"It's .... Master's perception. Heaven and earth wither, the cycle repeats, all life is born, grows, ages, dies in this cycle..."

Mo Xiaolou felt all this seriously, perhaps, life and death are the eternal avenue between heaven and earth. At the same time, thanks to the spiritual power emitted by Xiao Shu, the pure yang power in his body also reached a peak.

Kunyangzi stared at Mo Xiaolou, feeling a little uncomfortable, after all, all the spiritual power emitted by this small tree came from him.

"Hey... Fortunately, this kid is finally about to break through, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to reach the Jindan period, and I would be embarrassed when I walked out. ”

In the evening, Mo Xiaolou woke up from his comprehension, and the aura on his body had undergone earth-shaking changes, with a little desolation in his rebelliousness.

He came to the window, and under the setting sun, it was still the golden sea of clouds. How familiar he was to this situation, but now, his heart for seeing the scenery has changed.

"Say, what do you want to do, whether it's assassination or extermination, these are my specialties, and I'm here to accompany you. ”

Kun Yangzi's words were straight to the point, in his concept, in the current situation, no matter what Mo Xiaolou did, it was a matter of course.

In the next few days, the Kuncang Sect was very lively, and all the major sects of Middle Earth came one after another, going to the once-in-a-century Heavenly Dao event.

Among them, the Xuanhuo Hall in the Red Refining Basin is the most powerful, and in the past hundred years, there have been many talents in its sect, although it is still far inferior to the Kuncang Sect, but the gap is gradually narrowing.

I heard that the two most dazzling geniuses of Kuncang Sect were all seriously injured and could not participate in the competition, and the newly promoted chief disciple Mo Xiaolou did not even sign up, which made everyone in Xuanhuo Hall full of reverie for this conference.

After the opening of the Heavenly Dao Conference, the much-anticipated competition officially began. The big waves washed the sand, and many disciples of the small sects were eliminated on the first day, and for them, it was very satisfying to be able to come to the Kuncang Sect, which everyone yearns for.

After the end of the competition on the second day, the top eight were finally produced, and only Situ Jing, Yue Yingjun, and Shangguan Nian were shortlisted in Kuncangzong, and the other places were all occupied by Xuanhuo Hall. This made many of the elders of Kun Cangzong lose face, thinking about the previous competitions, the top eight will basically fall into their own hands, but it is a pity that there are no tigers in the mountains now, and the monkey is called the king.

The morning sun rises from the sea of clouds, and the colorful flags on the towering and upright Tiandao Peak are flying, and the crowds are crowded. The competition has entered the final day, and after today, the Tiandao list will be refreshed again, and the names of the new talents will be praised by the world.

Since it was the finals, Guan Haitian also came to watch it in person, and on either side of him, the first elders of each major sect sat respectively. Since the battle of Lingxiao Palace, although Guan Haitian has escaped, he has been entangled by Zhao Yu's vines, and now he is also seriously injured, and he is afraid that it will take more than ten years of conditioning to fully recover.

"When~!"

The loud bell rang and spread all over the sea of fairy mountains and clouds, heralding the official start of the finals. But at this moment, only Situ Jing was present from Kun Cangzong, and Yue Yingjun and Shangguan Nian were not seen in the crowd.

After another moment, seeing that the two of them were still delayed, an old man in a red robe sitting next to Guan Haitian arched his hand and smiled: "Guan Zhangmen, the participating disciples have not arrived yet, look at this..... Does it count as a waiver?"

The old man's name is Tian Hong, he is the first elder of the Xuanhuo Hall, in the past, with his strength in the early stage of Jindan, he naturally did not dare to talk to Guan Haitian like this, but the times have changed, this time the Heavenly Dao Alliance, they Xuanhuo Hall is in the limelight, and they naturally have a little confidence when they speak.

Hearing Tian Hong's words, Guan Haitian's eyes flashed with coldness, and then he said gently: "Well, Tian Shouzao is reasonable, the competition will start immediately, and after the battle of the disciples in the field is over, those who have not yet arrived will be regarded as abstaining." ”

"Hey, I don't know where that unhappy little bunny ran away again!"

Yue Lixing on the side also seemed very anxious, this Heavenly Dao Conference was a rare opportunity, and he was always looking forward to his son being able to get ahead.