A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

Suddenly, Luochen Mountain suddenly became lively. All the Mahayana period, including the Dragon Dragon Demon King, White Ape Demon King, and Chu Unyin Taoist Tan Qingquan, came to visit the true **** of Mietian. Everyone was respectful of Feng Haochen and dared not trust him. That is, the Blue Dragon Demon King lowered his proud head in the face of Feng Haochen.

Except for only one person, this person will never soften to Feng Haochen, even if he is not as strong as Jianying Chen.

On the falling dust cliff, the dead wood in the soul state looked coldly at Feng Haochen sitting on the chair.

“I thought you could stop this catastrophe.” Drywood said coldly.

“Has this catastrophe passed?” Feng Haochen smiled.

“But you didn’t stop it. You could have protected those innocent people from dying.” The dry wood tone stiffened, and stepping into this place was his biggest concession.

“I thought you knew me.” Feng Haochen said.

“I’m not interested in getting to know you,” said Drywood.

Feng Haochen was not angry with the rudeness of the dead wood, and continued, “I can’t protect this world forever. Mietian must also experience this catastrophe. The most important thing is that Muyu must survive. I think you are better than everyone else. Hope he survives, doesn’t he?”

Withered lips moved, then hummed.

“Did you give him a satisfactory answer?” The dead wood asked again.

“I don’t think he will refuse me.” Feng Haochen nodded.

Mu Yu was sitting on the branch of the old banyan tree: “Hey, Master, Dad, I am here, it is not transparent, you can ask me for my opinion.”

“Be quiet, the adult speaks, and the child interjects!” Withered Wood glanced at Mu Yu.

Mu Yu opened his mouth and felt a headache when he touched his forehead. He was the key to the matter, and how he turned it into an outsider.

“Can he defeat the sky-master?” Withered Wood set his eyes on Feng Haochen again.

“He is the only one who can defeat the sky-master.” Feng Haochen said with a smile.

“Am I so powerful?” Mu Yu looked at the dead wood and Feng Haochen thoughtfully, and then said, “Oh, by the way, I’m a little flattered.”

Withered wood ignored Muyu and continued to ask: “Because of the agreement between him and the sword spirit?”

Nine Sky Swords are the most powerful beings in the world. Now the tacit understanding between Xiaoshuai and Muyu in this state is closer than everyone else. Mu Yu can wield the Nine Sky Swords as much power as they should.

But Feng Haochen shook his head and said: “No, it is because of his domain, Yu Qiankun, I think you also know what this domain means.”

Withered wood glanced at Muyu meaningfully and said slowly: “It means heaven.”

Yu Qiankun can control all the domains in the world. Tian Dao encompasses all the domains. When one day Muyu controls all the domains, then he is Tian Dao.

“But that takes time.” Withered Wood continued.

“Time is also a rule, have you forgotten?” Feng Haochen smiled.

“Fingertips flow, I understand.” Withered wood nodded slightly, “But the fingertips flow incompletely, and Tian Tian Dao exhausted his life energy and could not realize it. If he chooses other fields, he can already step into the Mahayana period. It’s a pity. He is afraid of death.”

“Fear of death is human nature, not many people like you don’t care about life.” Feng Haochen praised.

Withered wood didn’t get proud of the praise, he just looked at Muyu coldly and said, “Maybe Muyu can use the imperial prince to realize the water flowing at his fingertips and practice it for ten thousand years at the fingertips. If this kid can stand loneliness, it can indeed become heaven, but I don’t think he can do it.”

“Hey, don’t look down on people.” Mu Yu said.

“Really? You left to practice and came back. For us, it was only a blink of an eye, but for yourself, it means that you can’t see the girl you like in ten thousand years. I want to know your patience. Can’t stand loneliness.” Withered lips smiled at the corner of dry wood’s mouth.

Mu Yu’s eyes widened, ten thousand years? He has only lived for more than 20 years now, and it would be terrible for him to be trapped for 10,000 years.

“Don’t think too much, let’s grasp the flow of water at your fingertips. As for how long you want to practice, you are under your control, not necessarily 10,000 years. The heaven-bearers will not expect you to have the field of imperial heaven. Other people can only practice. One domain, you can practice all domains, this is your strength, when you master all domains, facing the domain of the heaven-bearer, you can easily defeat it.” Feng Haochen said.

“When that day comes, does that mean you can’t disobey me anymore?” Mu Yu asked curiously.

Feng Haochen blinked his eyes and said in good faith: “My field is special, out of bounds, and not bound by heaven and earth. Have you forgotten Xiaoshuai?”

“I am the father of Heavenly Dao, a little bigger than Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao is disobedient, and suffocated him!” Withered Tree said without thinking.

Muyu laughed.

A year passed by in a hurry, three major six hundred wastes were waiting to be revived, and the life of the human race was gradually returning to the right track. The world was flourishing and flourishing, but time could not dilute the catastrophe that happened a year ago, everyone remembers The battle a year ago.

Northwest desert, Qingshuicheng, Mujia compound.

Mu Tianhe looked at the huge Mufu with a bright red face. This place has become a holy place in the realm of truth. Mujia is the largest palace in Qingshui City. Many people come to Bujimu family, which makes Mutianhe don’t mention much. Happy.

Mu Tianhe walked into a different courtyard. Many people were busy in the other courtyard, filled with various patterns, and the ground was full of books, bright and beautiful. He found Mu Hao, who counted the books among the crowd, and asked, “Xiao Hao, how many volumes have been copied from the array of “Legend of the True God” and “The Legend of Muyu”?”

Mu Hao said solemnly: “5 million copies of each have been copied and are being shipped to major cities for sale. The sales of the two cities of Chun’an City and Lanxi City are hot, and they have been sold out. I am communicating with Lu Xianshi to let him Send another one million more copies. Look, another 10,000 copies have been delivered.”

The transmission array in the middle of the small courtyard lit up, and piles of books appeared. Zhenzong is responsible for the support of Jinshu, Mujia is responsible for the sales of books, the division of labor is clear, and the sales income is divided equally.

“These two books were written by Mr. Lao Bu. I and Mr. Lao Bu reflected that “The Legend of Muyu” and “Legend of the True God” have sold out. He is preparing to write a new biography, as if it was called “Hogg” “The Rise of Watts”!”

“What kind of book? How come the name is so weird?”

“I don’t know, I also think it’s unbelievable. Anyway, who can imagine the brain of Mr. Laobu? Laobu might want to write about the wind and clouds of nature? No matter, we must take the biography of Brother Muyu and the True God first. Sell ​​well and say again.” Mu Hao is one hundred concentrated on the true **** and Mu Yu.

Uncle Mu ran in from the outside and yelled, “Master, it’s not good. We’ll change the name of Qingshui City to’Yu Shuai City’, but there is news from Lanxi City that the name of Lanxi City should also be changed. ‘Yu Shuaicheng’, now the names are in conflict, I have sent someone to negotiate, the owner of Lanxi City does not agree to change the name, saying that this is the personal consent of the young handsome son near Muyu.”

“What’s the point! Our Qingshui City is still Muyu’s home, dare to grab our name? Lived impatiently! I will go over and talk to him immediately!” Mu Tianhe walked out of the yard with an angry look.

Fifty Li Yuan in the south, **** on earth.

Unfortunately, Ximen and Wanwan were yawning and sitting in the pavilion, watching the old man, who was not respected, over the water with a woman.

“Good boy, what about Dali Pill?” Xie Bulao’s face flushed red, and he looked very difficult.

Xi Men stretched out his hand and popped a brown pill, which was bitten into his mouth by Xie Bo Lao.

“Master, where have you been in a while? People Jianying Chenfeng came back a year ago. Why did you come back?” Wanwan was not interested in anything on the water.

“The teacher went to other worlds to learn new knowledge. This will come into practice immediately after I come back. I learned a new posture called Zhanyi Shijiu. I will show you!”

Xie Bu Lao Le showed up in front of his two apprentices and the woman under him, and the 18 women fell down. Both Xi Men unfortunately and Wan Wan rolled their eyes. Say, this posture is the rest of their play, okay!

“Master, it’s more comfortable to lift your feet in that position.”

“Master, this gesture hand needs to be caught there, yes, that’s right there! Round place.”

Patriarch, Pavilion.

Zhentian Dao stood on the top of the ladder, overlooking everything in the lineup, and the sunlight shone on him, which made him feel very kind.

“Patriarch!” Zhuge Xiaosheng stood behind Jingtiandao with respect and excitement.

“Fingertips flowing water, fingertips flowing water, I was trapped in the fingertips flowing water for so long, now I can come out like a dream.” Zhen Tiandao said with emotion.

Zhuge Xiaosheng said: “The patriarch was right to give the Patriarch to the Master Muyu. Master Muyu is really amazing.”

“Xiaosheng, you will also focus on cultivation in the future, and Lu Deyi will do the work of the Patriarchate. If our Patriarchate can appear in the third Mahayana period, then the Patriarchate will become the strongest of the three major 6 The big martial art.” Zhentiandao said.

Zhuge Xiaosheng hesitated and said: “But the ancestor~www.mtlnovel.com~ disciple qualifications are not as good as those of the ancestors and Muyu masters.

“Relax! Muyu helped me perfect the water at my fingertips, your lifespan is not a problem.” A breath of Mahayana spread out from Zhentian Dao, and the ripples like flowing water covered Zhuge Xiaosheng.

Zhuge Xiaosheng said excitedly: “The disciples congratulate the ancestors for their achievements in Mahayana, and they will strive hard to practice in the future and live up to the ancestors’ expectations!”

“Just understand, we still have too few masters now, but it will not necessarily be in the future.”

Jingtiandao looked up at the sun, which was dazzling, but it was very real.

(To be continued)…

　　

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