Cultivate with an African God

After that sentence, the surrounding scenery that Mu Xinghe saw kept changing.Waterfalls, cliffs, caves, ruined temples, that young man who is always in high spirits, that invincible son of heaven, is running away like a dog at this moment. Maybe he doesn't know why he wants to run away, to go... where to.

The illusion finally stayed at an inn.

On a snowy night, he was sitting under the eaves of the inn, the clouds were dark.Outside the inn is the wind and snow, and it is desolate, but in the inn, it is full of excitement and excitement.

There was a faint voice coming from the inn.

"Congratulations to Brother Feng for defeating a powerful enemy and winning this time the leader!"

"Unexpectedly, the Dianxing Building has been in decline for a long time, but it can still raise such talents. The last battle is really a bit sinister..."

"Ha, Brother Feng has traveled in other worlds for many years, and he doesn't know anything about it. That Zuo Tongguang is really not an ordinary person." His energy was exhausted, but Zuo Tongguang realized it on his own, and together with Yuan Yihua, who was like that monster, continued this school's energy. As a result, Yuan Yihua was originally a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The rest of the sect were slaughtered, and everyone thought that the Dianxing Building should be finished, but Zuo Tongguang still supported the sect."

"...Speaking of which, Zuo Tongguang is a real hero. I really regret that I didn't get to know him much before."

"Hey, don't be sorry, Zuo Tongguang is a fool. His junior brother almost made Dianxinglou cease to exist, but he insisted that his junior brother is not such a person. He will wait for his junior brother to come back? What can Yuan Yihua do when he comes back? Not kill him Even if he is called the target of public criticism, I don’t know what to believe. Hehe... Someone said before that he told his junior... um... All in all, his master didn’t die at that time, he only had one breath left. Desperately trying to obtain the Wanzai Xuanbing, refine it into a magic weapon, and save his master's life, I am afraid that he made some kind of wish and burned all the original sect's exercises..."

The voices in the inn never stopped.

Yuan Yihua stood up slowly in the wind and snow, his eyes were originally dead silent, but now they seemed to be revived.He straightened his back, covered in frost and snow, and walked slowly into the distance.

The surrounding scenery continued to change again, but the innate true magic book in front of Mu Xinghe let out a clearly audible hum.

Then Shen Xiu raised the corner of her mouth slightly.

Mu Xinghe asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Xiantianzhen Magic Pu said coldly: "He has figured it out - he doesn't want to escape, he has to practice hard. He is the body of a demon, so he simply abandoned his original skills and practiced magic skills. I don't know where this kid came from. Comprehension, he was able to comprehend most of the exercises of the Demon Sect, but in the end he still felt that he was not enough, so he even ran to the realm of the underworld to forcibly wake me up. I was full of bad water and forced me to use it for him. I haven’t suffered such a loss yet. After he died, when he met Shen Xiu, he forcibly recognized his master, and first got rid of the shackles he left behind."

Mu Xinghe looked at the changing scene around him, it was Yuan Yihua's never-ending journey.After all, the original appearance of this person is getting closer and closer to what Mu Xinghe saw before.

But Mu Xinghe still didn't understand one thing, he asked: "Then why did he suddenly figure it out?"

So Xiantianzhen Mopu sneered again: "He wants to gain a lot of power, he wants to save his master, and he thinks that he can live up to his senior brother—look what I'm doing, he himself said it when he drank too much one day, you Thinking he's going to talk to me? Disgusting."

Mu Xinghe turned his head away: "...I didn't say anything."

In the illusion, the trees withered and then flourished. Years passed, and Yuan Yihua had been in seclusion for a long time at that time. When he left the seclusion, it seemed that many burdens had been lifted from him, as if the sky that had been cloudy for days finally revealed a little sunshine.

Mu Xinghe subconsciously looked at the Xiantianzhen Magic Book and waited for his explanation. The Xiantian Zhen Magic Book was extremely disgusted with his reaction, but he still spoke: "He has refined a certain kind of inner qi, and the broken meridians with the inner qi are worthy of bringing the dead back to life." able……"

At this time, Xiantianzhen Mopu sighed: "I don't like him in every possible way, and I have to admit that this man is a genius who has never been seen before or since. That method was used by Da Neng thousands of years ago. It was mentioned in the human book, and it is unexpected that after many years, someone will be able to restore it. He has always been like this, he has seen everything in the past, as long as he wants, he can restore the original exercises or magic weapons.”

Mu Xinghe suddenly realized: "Now that he has successfully cultivated, he can save his master."

It was late autumn when Yuan Yihua returned to Dianxing Tower again.

The Demon Lord, who was turning his hands into clouds and rain outside, showed a bit of timidity at the moment. When the sky was getting dark, he hid himself and entered the Dianxing Tower.

Dianxing Building was originally deserted, and no one noticed the wind that suddenly blew into the door.

The wind passed through the slightly desolate courtyard and entered the interior covered with black ice.

There is an ice coffin in the room, and there is a dying person lying there.The man's beard and hair were all white, and his gray robe was shabby, completely different from the blood-stained appearance before.

He opened his eyes slightly, even though he was so weak, there was still a smile in those eyes like before: "You are here."

Yuan Yihua slowly showed his figure and remained silent.

The old man wanted to smile, but it was a bit difficult even to smile.

"Tongguang tried every means to hang my life..." He paused for a long time after finishing this sentence, "It really hurt him. Cause and effect are connected, and my life was over back then."

Yuan Yihua closed his eyes, and then looked at him fixedly: "I really don't care about the so-called cause and effect. Back then... it was an accident. I couldn't control this accident, and now I don't think it's entirely my fault."

His hand was inserted into the ice coffin, the mysterious ice was permeated by power, the old man's bloodless face showed a trace of life, he looked at Yuan Yihua in horror: "You have already practiced so far...why bother. "

Yuan Yihua let out a "ha" and raised the corner of his mouth: "It's been too long, and I don't remember many things. I don't care about exterminating the family now, and it was not my choice to exterminate the family back then. It's probably just fate that taught me how to practice well." Demon skills. It’s just that senior brother is a fool. He has always believed in me. He has supported him all these years, even to the point of self-destructing the way forward. I can’t bear to see it. —Including you, Master, you have never owed me anything, big mistakes cannot be undone, at least there is one thing I can repay."

Power circles in the ice coffin, the old man's body is like an old tree in spring, gradually rejuvenating, this old man who was dying just now can slightly raise his hand, as if to caress Yuan Yihua's face, after all He hesitated and let it go.

Yuan Yihua closed his eyes and said nothing, sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

His hands began to tremble.

Because at this time the vitality of the old man's body began to intensify and wither away, and the vitality was passing by under his hands. The old man opened his eyes wide, and finally only let out a sigh, and all the breath of life seemed to go away with this sigh.

"Impossible..." Yuan Yihua was uncommonly at a loss. He penetrated his true energy again and again, but his strength seemed to be in a dead end after all, and it was useless.

"Impossible impossible impossible!"

At this time, someone slowly stepped into the door, looking at the situation in horror.

"... Junior brother? Master?"

Yuan Yihua subconsciously took a step back when he heard the sound, and said at a loss: "Impossible... I took so many people to try, and they all succeeded..."

Zuo Tongguang didn't listen to his explanation, and walked up to the ice coffin. After probing, he suddenly looked up at him.

The emotion in Zuo Tongguang's eyes changed, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all.

He tried in vain in the ice coffin again and again, and finally let go unwillingly.

He said with difficulty: "Earlier I heard that you practiced the art of severing the meridians, and people have been buried under your hands... I never thought that you were prepared for the master."

"No!" Yuan Yihua categorically retorted, but in the end he couldn't say anything, he could only repeat, "Originally it wouldn't be like that...!"

He looked at Yuan Yihua, the sadness and disappointment in his eyes made even Mu Xinghe, who was a bystander, feel heartbroken.

He closed his eyes and said bitterly: "...I've been waiting for you to come back, now it's better to never come here."

After that sentence, a black tide came from nowhere and hit their faces.In the surging tide, Mu Xinghe saw that the whole world was about to crumble, black mist covered Dianxinglou, the ground was bloody, Zuo Tongguang struggled and fell down in the bloody, and Yuan Yihua looked at his hands in bewilderment .

Shen Xiu said that Zuo Tongguang was sticking to the Dianxing Building back then, and he didn't know when and why he died. From this episode of demons, Mu Xinghe finally knew that Zuo Tongguang died at the hands of his junior brother whom he had been waiting for.

Yuan Yihua lost control again and again, and since then, in this world, he has nothing to worry about.

Those breaths of despair were so real that Mu Xinghe lost all self-control and could only let the icy sea swallow him up.

But the tide receded quickly, and he saw the tide surging around him. Shen Xiu frowned and looked into the distance, holding a horizontal sword in front of him, while the Xiannianzhen magic book stood in front of them, with a golden The enchantment, the small body tried its best to resist the non-stop rushing tide.

His body is getting smaller and smaller - from a child close to a teenager to a real child...

He laughed suddenly.

He rarely smiles and always looks unhappy.

Now when he smiles, his face is full of melancholy.

"Shen Xiu, I can only take you here this way..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, with his usual disgust: "Give me some strength, don't die without me, it's really hard to find another fool like you who doesn't want anything."

The voice of the congenital magic spectrum became lower and lower, and the body began to turn into dots of gray golden dust that gradually dissipated, and when re-condensed, it no longer looked like a human being, but a piece of atlas, slowly flying into Shen Xiu's shoulder.

When he entered Shen Xiu's body, all the tides rushed towards them at the same time, his vision was engulfed by darkness, and he could only feel himself being knocked down by the tide and rushed to an unknown place.

In that cold sea tide, his heart seemed to be infected by the sea tide, and it was dark.Pain, regret, annoyance, shame... His emotions were magnified a hundred times and turned over, and his only sobriety seemed so insignificant.

He even breathed the air full of tears.

His body almost melted into the black tide.

Mu Xinghe struggled with all his strength, but he couldn't get out of the sea of ​​despair. The footsteps of death had never been so clear for a moment.

"Mu Xinghe, stop me!"

It was a voice he was very familiar with.

It was the voice he thought about day and night and dared not forget.

That voice called his name many times—the ones that were plain, with a little smile, or the ones that called him with sarcasm and deep indifference before, but never in such an anxious moment as now .

He seemed to see a ray of light.

He is a worm, a moth, and he traces the light.

He took that hand.

The slightly cold hands were covered with thin calluses from prolonged use of the sword.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to rikachi for the mines, thanks to ㄇㄧㄥㄗ for the mines, thank you for the KM123 mines, thank you xiaonn for the mines, I got a lot of mines by accident, I am grateful but I still have to say it!I didn't say that yesterday to lie to mine!But I think you don’t love me anymore if you don’t comment!I am lonely!Don't want to update it!