Cultivate with an African God

Besides Mu Xinghe, who else could be this extremely arrogant person?

Mu Xinghe came with the good intention of persuading the fight, but unfortunately the timing was a little bit late after all.

When he saw that there was only one demon cultivator and corpses on the ground, he had already guessed what happened, and when he saw the musician standing on the side, he also understood that someone was really maintaining peace, and he lost his chance .

Pointing to the outside of the palace gate, the musician said in a deep voice: "The poisonous mist is about to force its way into the palace, and there will be a person who will come with the poisonous mist. No matter what his true identity or ability is, his power and power have reached their peak in this dead city, and if he can come, no one will stay."

A few days ago, Zhong Zijin had fought against that ghost cultivator. At that time, their strength was almost the same as it is now, but the poisonous fog had never spread here, and the situation was not as dire as it is now. Zhong Zijin was injured and fled after all, so Zhong Zijin and him both knew What the musician said was true, but what about Moyu-jun——Mu Xinghe couldn't help looking at Moyu-jun, who had disappeared since the Dao Discussion Conference. , many people speculated that he died, but he actually appeared in the dead city, and he seemed to be doing well.

Mo Yujun felt Mu Xinghe's gaze, and raised his eyes slightly as if he didn't care.He withdrew his murderous intent, as if he wasn't the one who started the killing just now, he chuckled lightly and said, "If I go with you, wouldn't I have to trouble you to be vigilant at all times?"

He looked at the palace gate, and found that the palace gate was broken. He pointed at it casually: "The imperial city is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Unfortunately, the palace gate has been attacked by the rebels for several days. What's more, the situation in the imperial city is unknown, if we stay here, there is no guarantee that we will not be attacked from inside and outside, and we will be killed with nothing. If we disperse, we can disturb the muddy water and attract the regent to come out."

This person speaks politely and has a relaxed attitude, but he can't see the slightest appearance of a demon king.

The musician stared at him, and finally his eyes darkened a little, and he breathed out: "You make sense."

Mo Yu-jun left easily, stepping on the corpse all the way, with brisk steps.The musician was helpless, Mu Xinghe missed the opportunity to reveal his real name, and it was difficult to do it. Then the musician's eyes turned to him: "What are you going to do?"

"It's not that Mo Yujun doesn't believe you," Mu Xinghe said, "it's just that he doesn't need to protect this place. For him, as long as he doesn't die, it doesn't matter who dies. He is a demon king, and he has the power to defeat any powerful enemy." self-confidence."

"I just found out that he is Mr. Moyu," the musician looked at his back, "Mr. Moyu is the most kind and easy-going man among the demon lords of the four directions, but no one dares to underestimate him—he is good at learning from all kinds of demons. Gaining benefits in a chaotic situation, that's just what Cai Cai planned... I don't have a lot of hope for him."

"But isn't it the same for me? For me, if my brother and I don't die, that's fine."

The musician shook his head: "You are different from him, surviving is not your ultimate goal, breaking the game is."

The musician looked behind him, and the woman kept shrinking behind him, like his little shadow. When he saw the woman, his usual resolute and strong expression gradually softened and filled with radiance.

"Ah Wan, can you help us watch the wind at the door? Let me talk to the young master first."

However, the woman shook her head in bewilderment, widened her eyes, which seemed to contain mist, and said softly, "I'm afraid..."

The musician straightened her messy hairpin and said softly, "Don't be afraid, just watch from a distance, and let me know when you come."

The woman was still shaking her head, but this time her voice became stubborn: "I don't want it, you go with me!"

Mu Xinghe also widened his eyes.He has been in the world of comprehension for a long time, and he has not seen many girls, gentle, strong, introverted, and cheerful, but this is the first time he has seen such a girl who would hide behind others and dare not go forward.

The musician felt helpless, but Zhong Zijin walked up and said, "I'll go."

Seeing this, the woman followed him cautiously after a few steps.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the two of them, the musician finally looked away, and said with an apologetic smile: "My wife is afraid of life, I hope the young master will not be offended."

"She is very dependent on you," Mu Xinghe changed the subject and said, "What do you want to tell me?"

The musician said: "You just said that that person is Mr. Mo Yu... I remembered something. At the beginning, the letter asked us to settle the cause and effect. I suspect that those of us who came to the dead city are related to each other, but we still have to deal with it." To confirm. I think you may know some inside information, I might as well tell you about my relationship with Mr. Moyu.

"We met Mr. Moyu near the core of a secret realm. At that time, the restriction had been broken, and a few lines of writing appeared on the wall of the secret realm, which probably said that the secret treasure of the Demon Sect in the Three Islands was hidden. I My wife and I are not Mo Yu-jun's opponents, so I don't intend to stay any longer, and retreat immediately. This is the entire connection between me and Mo Yu-jun. How are you?"

"I'm not familiar with him..." Mu Xinghe subconsciously opened his mouth, and suddenly there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his mind, illuminating many memories hidden in the dark, "Wait, the Three Islands area? The secret treasure of the Demon Sect?!"

All the clues ran through his mind.

He had checked the matter on that deserted island many times before, wanting to know why Haohao had encountered such an accident, who was the victim of Wen Xingze, and where did he seek revenge from, but he still had no idea, so he could only It was found that the evil spirit was mixed with the evil spirit at that time, and it seemed that a great demon was born, and then the heavy rain covered it, and the earth shook and the mountains shook. It was Shen Xiu who had been there.

However, the musician said that the Mishima area contained the magic treasure, filling in the last missing piece of the puzzle for him.

When they landed on the island, Lord Mo Yu might have also come. It is only natural for the Mozong to want the secret treasure of the Mozong, but maybe the secret treasure is guarded by the big demon. Yu Jun was seriously injured by the big demon and disappeared from the world.

Until the arrival of the letter some time ago.

Mu Xinghe had guessed what it was, and overturned it one by one because the names he got didn't match his deduction, but now he can finally be sure.

These people are indeed connected, a thread brings them together, some are upstream, some are downstream, so they don't know each other.However, when the people from the upstream and the people from the downstream meet, the line finally becomes a circle, and what is delineated is the island and the soul-destroying mirror.

Mu Xinghe almost jumped up: "I understand!"

This cognition seems to be a spark, igniting the lead wires in his brain one by one, and his heart is about to burst: "I-I think I can solve this problem, I will try to call out that person directly true identity!"

He walked a few steps quickly, then remembered something, and shouted at Zhong Zijin: "Hey—try to buy time for me, if not, follow this big brother, he will cover you!"

The musician was entrusted with an important task without expressing anything, and seemed a little dazed.Mu Xinghe didn't have time to listen to him, so he bowed to him: "My name is Mu Xinghe, and the only connection I had with Mo Yujun was at the Dao Discussion Conference that year. I may not succeed, if there is a change, Just do it your way."

He entrusted his name to express his trust in the musician, and he didn't have time to look at the expression of the musician, so he took up the Qingfeng Jue and left in a hurry.

The sky was overcast and the wind rustled through the trees.The clouds overhead are constantly changing.

It is going to rain.

The palace fell into extreme chaos and silence. A young man led a strange elephant-nosed bear monster through quickly. Wherever they passed, people fell asleep, but when they disappeared, people never heard of it. When I woke up from the dream, I naturally knew that something strange had happened, so I couldn't help but panicked to announce it.

There are more and more people.

There are raindrops falling.

Big drops of rain, cold and violent, did not extinguish the flame in his heart at all.

Someone blocked his way.

All the maids and guards in the rain fell into a deep sleep, only this person did not fall asleep.He pointed his cold blade at Mu Xinghe: "You say the regent is a monster, but I'm afraid you rebels are monsters."

Mu Xinghe raised his eyes, it was raining heavily, his long hair was already soaked, and the hair on his forehead was wet and drooping down, his eyes were darker than the wet black hair, with a faint cold light.

He is a talkative and laughing person, but at the moment he is neither talking nor smiling.

The wind condensed between his fingers, cutting the rain into pieces. Before the rain fell, the wind blade had already reached the opponent's throat, melting into the sound of the rain.The man fell down with a crash, blood spreading all the way along the rain.

Mu Xinghe marched through the bloody water.

Hua Xiangrong's previous advice was true, the closer you are to the Golden Temple, the stronger the guards will be.

His control style is omnipotent, and now he is often out of control.

But what about that?

He didn't even want to use the talisman paper.

The spell formulas in his mind were running at a high speed, and his fingers quickly formed seals one after another.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the rain.The traces of the wind cut the raindrops, the raindrops turned into mist and splashed everywhere, and the fine stars shone in the dark world.

The smell of blood rises in the rain and mist, accompanied by the fragrance of crushed plants.

Take the wind as the blade, and the stars as the fireflies.A deep wound had been cut on his arm during the repeated hard battles, and it was even a little white after being washed by the rain.

In the torrential rain, he stepped forward in the rain, with his back straight, and he kept looking forward. Behind him were many corpses, and the ground was stained red with blood.

Walking and fighting, he finally came to the Golden Luan Hall.

The door of the temple is closed.There is only the sound of rainstorm.

Mu Xinghe's face was pale, but his eyes were extremely dark.

He stared at the Golden Luan Hall, and his voice pierced through the rain: "Shen Xiu, are you here too!"

The door of the Golden Luan Hall was pushed open by him, but there was only one person in the hall. The young man's thin body was wrapped in a bright yellow dragon robe, his face was as white as powder, and only a pair of black and dull eyes remained.

He looked at Mu Xinghe, and said in a strangely dull voice, "He's not here, you shouldn't be here."

"Is that so?" Mu Xinghe stepped into the golden palace, his eyes were burning, he looked up at the young man who was looking down at him, "I think it's okay to deal with you first."

The author has something to say:

Ah, before I knew it, the last chapter turned out to be chapter 200. There should have been some lively activities, but I just found out today.But recently, there seems to be nothing to write about. The boss is offline. I was tired of writing the last part, so I don’t want to write about the battle in this part. I can’t open the mushroom casino.

How about guessing the little emperor's real name?I mentioned it, but it may be more subtle.

Just chat casually, this article was actually conceived around November 2016, and Onmyoji was still very lively. At that time, non-chiefs like Mu Xinghe were not uncommon. As a result, it has been written until now, and now there are many The conversion coupons and prayers are not included. People who have been playing for a long time are basically SSR. I am really sorry for Mu Xinghe.But it doesn't matter, there will be coupons for the next dungeon, I hope he can be happy.

And I seem to be really poisonous. I basically wrote along the version. As a result, it’s nothing more than a generation of gods. The shikigami I just finished playing was quickly cut off, such as Ping’an Jing Caibao [deleted] soldiers Figurines, such as the cherry blossom demon who used to be able to play with five stars and now can't play with six stars...sentimental.

But I can still guarantee that in the latest serialization, my shikigami collocation and style of play are relatively scientific!The previous non-compliance with the environment was the fault of the tickle mouse!