The ghost king who got the source of the yin spirit was very excited, but the words he said made Mu Yun frown, whether it was now or in the past, in Mu Yun's feelings, the ghost king always looked at himself obediently, which made Mu Yun very strange. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Senior, am I a little different?" Mu Yun couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked.

"Well, it's a little, but it doesn't matter, the Dafa of Killing Life that this seat gave you, cultivate well, and the exercises you own cultivation should also be given by others, right? Keep going, and one day you will be even more different!" The Ghost King's voice was strange, and the smile in his pale face was even more meaningful.

"Senior, can't you just say it?" The ghost king's smile was weird, and his words were even more ambiguous and suspicious. Mu Yun was a little anxious, and almost subconsciously shouted out.

"The secret of heaven must not be revealed! When you should know, you will naturally know!" Looking at Mu Yun with an anxious face in front of him, a trace of unbearability appeared in the face of the ghost king, but this unbearable color was only for a moment.

"Although I don't know where you got this source of the Yin Spirit, I want to tell you that this source of the Yin Spirit is not only useful to this seat, but also useful to you, which can make your three souls and seven spirits more condensed. As he spoke, the Ghost King left a drop of Yin Spirit Source and exchanged the rest for Mu Yun.

"Okay! If you don't want to join the Ghost King's Palace, let's leave it at that!" After a glance, Mu Yun, who had a dull face in front of him, the Ghost King's face returned to its previous coldness, and then a blue light flashed, disappearing directly in front of Mu Yun.

What is the difference, why did the old man at the beginning give himself the Void Sutra? And now the Ghost King values himself so much, and even does not hesitate to give away the Dafa of Killing Life?

If in the past, Mu Yun ignored everything about himself because he pretended to be the life and death of his parents, then now, with the rescue of his parents, the acquaintance of the ghost king seems to have shrouded himself in a thick fog.

"Maybe all this is because of my own fall from the cliff, by the way, since I have fallen off the cliff, I should be dead, but why, I am still alive, who saved me, who implanted the sun and moon in my eyes?"

Suddenly, Mu Yun thought of the ghost king's strange smile again, and thought of the words that seemed to contain a mystery. Mu Yun's figure staggered, and a terrible thought came to his mind.

And just when Mu Yun was frightened by the thoughts in his heart, the figure of the ghost king in the distance appeared, looking at the stumbling figure, his eyes were full of desolation: "You are not the only one in this world, if you can't even bear this suffering, you should be the wrong person in this seat!"

After speaking, the figure of the ghost king dissipated and disappeared completely.

"Hehe! Even if there are no people or ghosts, my father and mother are still alive, and my sister has been free, from today on, I only live for myself!" The stumbling figure stopped, Mu Yun's eyes looked into the distance, his steps moved, his body was like the wind, and he brought up a series of afterimages, and walked towards the place where a man and a woman appeared for the first time before.

Mu Yun clearly remembered that there was a red long sword inserted on the bluestone there, and he had to deal with it there, and even in Mu Yun's heart, there was a trace of doubt in his heart, he didn't understand, since the ghost king had fled here with him, why the two of them could still find themselves, obviously there left traces of themselves and did not know.

If possible, Mu Yun also wants to completely erase everything there.

At least in Mu Yun's opinion, a person who can have that golden sword, the origin is by no means simple, and now he is killed by the ghost king and himself, once the power behind it is known, the consequences are unimaginable, this is not that Mu Yun is afraid of death, but if he can try his best to avoid it, who is really willing to die.

Mu Yun's idea is very good, but there are always some strange magical powers in this world, which he has never dabbled in, and it is because at the moment when Mu Yun went to the top of the mountain, his every move has been seen by a pair of eyes hidden in the endless void.

It is a vast world, the sky is blue and the sun is in the sky, but the sunny place seems to surpass the land of Kyushu too much, and even in the boundless ocean, a seemingly pearl-like island, the area it has exceeded the entire land of Datang.

And on such a seemingly inconspicuous island, pavilions and buildings are continuous, and rockeries and streams are interspersed.

And in the continuous rockery streams, between the pavilions and pavilions, a nine-story tower, standing abruptly, and on the nine floors of the tower, a number of spirit cards are densely placed, and in front of these spirit cards, the old man in sackcloth sits with his eyes closed, and there seem to be two golden dragons shuttling back and forth between his mouth and nose.

A slight sound came out, and the old man, who had closed his eyes tightly, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed brightly, and he suddenly looked in the direction where the voice came, where a spirit card was shattered, and the name on it could be vaguely seen.

"Linghuda!"

"Da'er!" Looking at the shattered spirit card, the old man in sackcloth, his face was cold, and a little red fire seemed to appear in his eyes.

"Who is it? Who is it? Who killed Da'er?" The next moment the old man's voice came from the nine-story tower, making the hearts of everyone who heard it tremble.

And at this moment, a purple figure, from beyond the island, flew out, like a lightning light, its speed was staggering.

"Venerable, my Ling'er is gone!Where is Ling Huda?" This voice was full of hatred, and the place where it passed was even more cold, so that the figures in the pavilions and pavilions avoided one by one in panic, for fear that if they were too late to dodge, they would suffer from unwarranted disasters.

"Could it be that Lan Ling and Ling Huda are dead?" Between the pavilions and pavilions, one after another, the figures looked at each other, with surprise on their faces, you must know that Lan Ling went out with Ling Huda.

And now there was a roar from the top of the nine-story tower, and now it was this Purple Moon Fairy who broke in directly, and it seemed that those two guys were really dead. No one cared, on the bank of the rockery stream, a man dressed in sackcloth was bathing in the clear stream with his bare feet. Just from the smile on his face, you can see the excitement in this person's heart.

"Ling'er is dead too?" On the top of the nine-story tower, the white-haired old man swooped down and stood facing the purple electric light.

"Hehe! Good death, good death!" Just as the two of them looked at each other and were furious, a red figure flew into the sky in the distance.