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Following Mu Qingjia's words, Mount Gaotu, two hundred miles away, suddenly shook!

All the disciples of the Sword Cultivator who stayed behind in Lingao Sect heard the sound and gathered a hundred meters away from the Zangshu Pavilion, staring up at the scene in front of them in astonishment.

The Zangshu Pavilion, which has been rooted for decades, actually keeps pulling out its roots from the earth and rocks, leaving the ground brazenly and rising into the air!

Although the noise made by this huge monster was loud, its movements were extremely slow, as if it was waiting for the disciple who strayed into it to leave.

A disciple who had just started to learn how to fly with a sword, stumbled and fell, a tentacles stretched out from the Library Pavilion, picked him up, and gently placed him on a nearby treetop.

After all the roots left the earth and rocks, the whole giant tree continued to rotate and tighten, and countless organs were tightly connected in it. After a few breaths, it shrank into a slender wooden sword like splicing building blocks.

All the disciples in the sect were dumbfounded. This book collection pavilion has been accompanying them from recognizing characters to entering Taoism, and then to encountering numerous swordsmanship and talismans.

But before they came back to their senses, the wooden sword turned into a phantom and passed away into the distance.

In the cave, Mu Qingjia's fingertips trembled slightly, and she put her hands back under her sleeves, but she still trembled uncontrollably.

The trembling is not from pain, but from excitement.

He was also a little surprised when he noticed this emotion.

In the past, Mu Qingjia was not talented enough in the way of the sword, so he always had a faint inferiority complex, and he also had a very ambivalent attitude towards his natal spirit sword.

So much so that using the false identity of Yanshi is even more an escape from kendo.

But now Mu Qingjia finds that after 50 years, he still misses Tian Yijian very much, and looks forward to meeting it again.

He smiled for a moment, then turned around to wake Huo Taki up.

The young man woke up in a daze and turned around. Seeing his familiar smile, he sniffed his scent again, threw himself into Mu Qingjia's arms, choked up and said, "Amu, brother Mu, hiccup, Master Mu, I am Can I see you only after I die?"

Mu Qingjia patted him on the back amusedly, and said, "We are all living well. However, if Ah Long cries any longer, maybe we will suffer disaster."

Huo Long raised his face, raised his head, put all the tears back into his eyes, and said sullenly, "Well, where's Gu Xiao?"

"He wasn't brought here, so he should be fine." Mu Qingjia reassured, "Maybe he's still on his way to find you."

Huo Ting probably also felt that he couldn't let his senior see his cowardly appearance, and his eyes gradually became firm.

Just at this time, there was a faint rumbling sound from the ground in the distance. Mu Qingjia looked in that direction thoughtfully, frowned and said to himself: "Bu Chengbi is so impatient that it started so soon..."

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Deep underground, human puppets are rooted in the flesh and blood of Yazi, absorbing the power from the bones and blood of the gods and beasts.

Bu Chengbi's body|body has almost completely turned into a beast, but Yazi's soul lost his sacrifice at the most critical moment, and the sacrifice could no longer continue.

In Bu Chengbi's vision, the soul-returning wood will be reborn with the blood of the divine beast, and from then on it will not fear the way of heaven, life and death, and countless lives in the three realms will belong to him, and obey his orders.

Accepting the awe, trust and worship of believers seems to be at hand.

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In Bu Chengbi's mind, the idea of ​​Tiandao's warning kept coming. From the beginning of his discussion with Mu Qingjia, Tiandao has been stopping him.

He sneered in his heart: Heaven really underestimated him.Could it be that he believed in the Dao of Heaven a second time after believing in it once? ?

The more eager Tiandao was to stop him, the more sure Bu Chengbi was of his decision.

After the soul change was over, he woke up from the darkness, only to feel that his whole body was filled with abundant aura, and he could fill the sea and move mountains with just a single finger movement.

Bu Chengbi raised his foot to fly, but was shocked to find that he couldn't move at all!

Countless roots grew from the soles of his feet and calves, and penetrated deeply into the mountains.Thick branches grew out one after another, and quickly spread in all directions. Before he could even utter a word, he was submerged in the sea of ​​branches.

Great fear engulfed him, and Bu Chengbi was suddenly terrified, like a bereaved dog, calling for the way of heaven in his heart.

However, Tiandao didn't respond to any of his thoughts.

He has long since abandoned him.

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"What started?" Huo Taki asked.

"Bu Chengbi's self-destruction." Mu Qingjia asked him with a smile, "Does Ah Long still have aura?"

Huo Ting didn't know, so he said, "Yes."

"Lend me some." Mu Qingjia led him to the formation at the exit of the cave, "Give me the spiritual energy, and we will break the formation and leave here together."

Huo Ting obediently held his wrist, and when he touched the swelling on his wrist, he thoughtfully cast a healing technique.

"It's okay," Mu Qingjia said, "Don't waste your spiritual energy."

Among the five elements, water grows wood, and water aura is Mu Qingjia's best tonic, and his depleted meridians quickly become moist.

He groped for the formation, input spiritual energy from the eye of the first layer of talisman array, reached the periphery of the second layer of talisman array, and helped him find the eye of the array like another tentacles growing out of his body.

"Does Ah Long know that the soul-returning tree fell from the tree of life and death?" Mu Qingjia said while dismantling the formation, "The tree of life and death is the destination of all life after death, and it is also the beginning of a new life. starting point."

Huo Taki looked at him half understanding.

"So, the essence of the tree of life and death is eternity. Eternity... to be more precise, it is reincarnation, an infinite cycle and complacency." Mu Qingjia said.

He lowered his head to look at the young man, and saw that the young man had a face very similar to Huo Wei's, but he was completely ignorant, so he couldn't help but pamperingly rubbed his head.

"Only Huo Wei, who went to hell, and me, who came back from the dead, know about this matter." Mu Qingjia smiled, "A Long doesn't know, and Bu Chengbi... doesn't know either."

"Bu Zong... Is there anything else Bu Chengbi doesn't know?" Huo Long asked.

Mu Qingjia nodded: "On Fu Dao, no one in the world is better than Bu Chengbi. He has absolute confidence in Fu Dao. But it is his self-confidence, coupled with his cognitive blind spot, that we can lure He's in for a scam and doesn't know it."

He paused and said, "Bu Chengbiguang knew that it was used to strengthen the runes, but he didn't know...the strongest form of the tree of life and death is the eternal cycle. It goes round and round, it is a cycle, and it is also static."

Huo Long opened his eyes wide, and his mysterious eyes were full of confusion: "The cycle is also static? Then what will Bu Chengbi become?"

Mu Qingjia smiled, and explained in a simpler way: "In short, the villain who bullies Ah Long will turn into a huge tree that cannot move, and Huo Weiwei will burn it with a bang. No more."

Huo Ting was still dumbfounded, when Mu Qingjia suddenly blinked his right eye and made a "click" mouth shape.

"I found the keyhole. Bu Chengbi still likes the number 'nine' as always." He said with a smile, "It will be easier to open the lock with the 'key' later."

Huo Ting was confused when he heard it, he only knew that his Uncle Amu was always so powerful, no matter what kind of situation he was in, there was a way to dispel his fear and make him feel at ease.

At this moment, there was another sound of rocks collapsing from the cave, this time the sound was closer and the shock felt stronger.

Fine sand and stones kept falling from the top of their heads, Mu Qingjia covered Huo Taki's head, and the talisman summoned several iron birch trees, covering them all around.

"Before the cave caves in," he said in an uncharacteristically firm voice, "he will come."

When he sensed and summoned Tianyi Sword just now, he slightly estimated the distance between here and Mount Gaotu.After all, Bu Chengbi is not a complete god, and the Art of Shattering the Void is only a semi-finished product. The actual distance is not too far, only two hundred miles.

If Huo Wei came at full speed, they would be saved soon.

There was another burst of violent shaking, the rumbling sound had reached the point of deafening, Mu Qingjia's body was too overdrawn, he couldn't help but shaky, and almost fell down.

Huo Ting supported him, put him on his shoulders, forced himself to suppress the trembling and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Mu Qingjia was taken aback for a moment, and found with some emotion that the young man also had a thin layer of muscle on his shoulders.In a few years, he seemed to be an indomitable swordsman again.

"...with you here." He turned to the outside of the cave, eager to see through.

Before the words were finished, the mountain vibrated violently, the two were thrown into the rock wall at the same time, a thick branch pierced through the rock, and instantly plunged into the rock next to Mu Qingjia's cheek.

Mu Qingjia turned his head to see the sharp tree branch close at hand, and couldn't help feeling afraid.

The soul-returning wood is indestructible, and neither is it strong or urging. Even if he uses the hardest tree species, iron birch, it will definitely not be able to stop any thin branch of the tree of life and death!

"Amu! There are more over there!" Huo Long's exclamation sounded.

The jagged branches of the Resurrection Tree had taken over the cave they were in, and the branches were rapidly spreading towards them.

"Hold on a little longer!" Mu Qingjia's eyes suddenly lit up, "Here we are!"

Tian Yijian has traveled hundreds of miles and came outside the cave!

It does not need to carry people, but also has the desire to read the master, and the speed has been increased to the extreme. Instead, the latecomers will be the first to arrive.

Mu Qingjia aimed at the outermost eye of the formation with his spiritual eyes, manipulated the Tianyi sword, and stabbed towards the center of the formation eye at top speed!

The array erupted with dazzling light, and the eyes of the array were cracked like spider webs, but they were not broken.

In addition to the power of its own runes, the strength of the array will also increase due to the cultivation of the arrayer.This formation formed by Bu Chengbi himself, even if the eye of the formation is found, it cannot be deciphered immediately with only Tianyi Sword.

Mu Qingjia whistled loudly, urging Tianyi sword to strike at the center of the crack again.

A branch of a tree came rushing towards him suddenly, Huo Ting knocked him away, and the two rolled around a few times. The young man was at a loss and regretted: "My sword is not with me! If I knew it, I would have listened to Gu Xiao and learned more talismans." surgery!"

At this point they have been forced to the very edge of the small corner.If the formation is not broken, they may die when the Soul Returning Wood Spike comes.

Mu Qingjia was so anxious that her mind went blank, her lips were bitten by herself so that blood flowed, and she only focused on falling the sword again.

In the claustrophobic darkness, a little golden light suddenly flashed away like the shadow of a butterfly.

In the next instant, a sudden golden flame engulfed his entire field of vision!

The Butterfly Sword followed the trajectory of the Tianyi Sword, and suddenly slashed down!

The first layer of the formation - broken!

"Awei!!!" Mu Qingjia was ecstatic.

Huo Weiyi was dressed in black, his eyebrows were slashed like a sword, and the golden flames from the Nether Butterfly Sword scattered in the air, reflecting in his black pupils like stars in an eternal night.

His Qing Jia was inside, waiting for him.

Even if they don't communicate, with decades of joint practice from childhood to adulthood, he also knows that the position pointed by Tianyi sword is the formation eye.

Huo Wei will break the magic circle that the senior brother can't break!

The second layer of the formation - broken!

The third layer of the formation - broken!

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The ninth floor of the formation - broken!

In an instant, a series of explosions bombarded Mu Qingjia's eardrums one after another, and the formation shattered like a bronze mirror, releasing countless transparent fragments, refracting the light from outside the cave.

Huo Wei stepped on the wind from among the thousands of fragments, and his black clothes fluttered in the strong wind.

He hugged Mu Qingjia, grabbed Huo Long's back, and jumped out of the cave!

Mu Qingjia wrapped her arms around Huo Wei's neck, buried her head in her chest, and smelled the bloody smell left by the other party's injury, as well as the faint scent of osmanthus.

He found that he missed his junior so much that now that he was back in his arms, he was almost in tears.

Huo Wei also hugged his waist tightly, as if wanting to rub him into his flesh and blood.

"I... I'm actually afraid. Ah Wei, I'm so scared." Mu Qingjia said incoherently, "Many times, I was afraid that I would never see you again. I was afraid that you would be lonely, I..."

"Me too." Huo Wei said hoarsely, "Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late." Mu Qingjia blinked away the tears in his eyes, looked up at his face, and smiled again: "Just before we were inserted into human skewers."

Huo Wei couldn't help being angry at him for joking, so he lowered his head and kissed his mouth.

His lips were gnawed full of dried blood, and Huo Wei didn't dislike it, and licked the bitter liquid little by little, making it moist and soft again.

After the two of them had recovered for a while, and their mood had almost recovered, Mu Qingjia suddenly remembered something, hurriedly pushed him away, and then looked at Huo Long, who was pulled up by the collar, with a blushing face.

Sure enough, the boy was waiting for a pair of dark eyes, observing them with sparkle.

Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei felt embarrassed at the same time.

Huo Ting suddenly raised a sunny smile and said, "It turns out that the masters are also afraid. I thought I was the only one who was terribly afraid....Mouth to mouth, what kind of dual cultivation technique to relieve anxiety?" Fa?"

Huo Wei kept a dark face and said nothing, while Mu Qingjia chuckled and said, "I'm still a child, I don't understand anything."

Huo Ting was not convinced, and wanted to defend himself, but Huo Weiyi threw it out, which happened to land on the Tianyi sword.Tian Yijian has been with Huo Wei for a long time, and he flew away with the noisy little chicken very sensibly.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other for a while, and then they all looked at the mountain not far away.

The soul-returning wood has basically stopped growing. It is like a bloated monster, stuck in the mountain and unable to move.

It dances its branches slowly, as if it wants to strangle some prey, but its movements are so slow that it can't even catch ordinary birds.

"Our idea was correct," Mu Qingjia sighed, "he finally used the soul-returning wood and became what he is now."

The Butterfly Sword in Huo Wei's right hand ignited a golden flame again, and at the same time, a little golden glow lit up in his pupils.

Feeling the threat of life, the soul-returning wood struggled and twisted more violently, but its roots had already taken root in the earth, and its body was embedded in the mountains, so it could not hide, nor could it hurt anyone.

"It's all over."

Huo Wei swung his sword and chopped it down.

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The mountain fire burned for seven days and seven nights.At night on the seventh day, heavy rain poured down, dousing the mountain fire and returning the mountain to its original appearance.

Surrounded by green smoke, monks from various sects wandered and inspected the bare mountains day and night. After another three full months, they finally confirmed that the last section of the soul-returning tree in the world had been wiped out.

Bu Chengbi is really dead too.

This crusade almost did not have time to cause any violent disputes, the protagonist of the story retired, and the flames of war disappeared invisible, just like this green smoke and mist.

But their names and surnames have been left forever in the history of Fuyu Waterside Pavilion, and they have also spread far beyond Kyushu.

After hearing the report, the silver-white curly-haired Mozun smiled lightly, revealing half a canine tooth.

Tiandao lost his minions in the Three Realms, and temporarily retired, perhaps still secretly planning the next opportunity to destroy the world.

But before this long wait comes true, Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei have enough time to accompany each other and decide together on the matter of becoming a god.

They returned to Mount Gaotu again.

The first major event that happened in the Lingao faction was the return of Zangshu Pavilion.

The disciples missed it very much after not seeing it for a long time, and they were all rejoicing. On the first night of the return of Zangshu Pavilion, there were fireflies in the snow, and Zangshu Pavilion was overcrowded.

In Huo Wei's eyes, it was a group of youngsters jumping up and down in his senior brother's natal spirit sword, which was really unpleasant.

"You don't even want to drink a child's vinegar." Mu Qingjia lazily bathed in the evening breeze, her long hair like satin was softly scattered on her shoulders.

"That's your natal spirit sword." Huo Wei said.

"I know that sword cultivators are addicted to swords..." Mu Qingjia smiled helplessly, "But I always feel that instead of hanging around my waist as a decoration, Tianyijian will be happier with the young people like now .”

"Are you the same?" Huo Wei turned his head to look at him.

Mu Qingjia didn't realize it at first, but then he realized that swords and masters always have similar personalities, and his junior brother asked him if he, like Tian Yijian, loves to live with the young sword cultivators of Lingao faction.

If it was him in the past, he would definitely want to stay in Gaotu Mountain as an elder because of his character of loving to raise cubs, but now...

When thinking about these questions, Mu Qingjia stared blankly at Huo Wei, and witnessed the whole process of the junior brother's pale face, red ears, and fine powder on his cheeks.

Huo Wei was waiting for his answer.Uneasy.

"What are you thinking, Tianyi sword has nothing to worry about, I have a family." Mu Qingjia gently leaned on his shoulder, "Didn't senior brother tell you a long time ago? Wherever Ah Wei is going, senior brother will go where."

"Even if you wander around the world and have no fixed place?"

"Don't make it so tragic." Mu Qingjia laughed, "That's traveling in the clouds, and it's about appreciating the great rivers and mountains of the Three Realms."

He suddenly remembered something again, and said: "Oh right, there used to be a fairy beast who bullied me in Kunlun Mountains, this time Ah Wei will accompany me to teach him a lesson..."

In that year, the osmanthus flowers in Mount Gaotu were in full bloom. According to the custom, the disciples buried hundreds of altars of osmanthus wine to worship the mountain gods and ancestors in the coming year.

There will be next year after next year.

Infinity, repetition, and eternity.

Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei also buried the sweet-scented osmanthus wine with their own hands.They have been absent for 50 years, and they urgently need to make up for those unfinished regrets.

In a blink of an eye, autumn and winter came, and the mountains were covered with snow. Thin snow fell on the window sills, and was melted by the muffs in the house, forming crystal ice flowers.

They sat opposite each other in a warm room, drinking wine and tea together.

In the wind and snow outside the window, two young men escaped to practice, rubbed their hands and lit the lanterns.The orange lights cast their reflections on the snow, like a colorful world, turning and running forever.

In the snowy night, everything is silent, and the lights are dim, warming the world.

Mu Qingjia leaned on Huo Wei's shoulder and fell asleep.

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