Chapter 3006 This is what your uncle Mo made by himself
Facing the howling palm wind, Mo Xie was stunned for a long time and wanted to leave. Finally, he stood there motionless like an old tree taking root.
Close your eyes and wait for your father's palm.
Of course—
Mo Yuntian's palm stopped in front of his cheek, but he didn't hit him.
He turned his palm into a fist, reduced some strength, and smashed Mo Xie's shoulder a few times.
"Tell me, what have you done during this time?" Mo Yuntian sat down at the table.
There was a dark light flashing in Mo Xie's eyes. He pondered for a moment, and he lowered his head and said everything that had happened in the past.
After hearing this, Mo Yuntian was stunned. He vaguely noticed a sensation of evil spirit on Mo Xie's body, but he did not expect it to be so serious.
"What would happen if I didn't become this ghost king?" Mo Yuntian asked.
Mo Xie pursed his lips: "The evil energy enters the body, destroys the internal organs, cuts off all the bones, and dies without a complete corpse."
He said it very plainly, with an understatement, as if he was talking about how beautiful the flower was.
Bloody words rushed into Mo Yuntian's ears. Mo Yuntian's limbs were slightly cool, and his heart was so painful that he was torn apart with his hands.
He had already made mental preparations, waiting for the next impact, and even thinking about how to make up for it, but he never expected that it would be so serious.
Too……
If it weren't for the death of a dead body, how could he become a slave to the evil power with Mo Xie's nature?
In an instant, Mo Yuntian seemed to have grown a lot of years old. He collapsed on the chair, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, and fell into deep thought.
"Father...the child is not afraid of death." Mo Xie said.
Mo Yuntian held his forehead and sighed: "What should I do?" He was so old that he was at a loss, let alone the panic when Mo Xie was exposed to the evil forces.
"Forget it, forgot..." Mo Yuntian shook his head: "Just be alive."
Mo Xie's throat was sore. He looked at the tired and helpless, with the pale and bitter smile on the corners of his lips, and his slender hands clenched his long sleeves.
At night, Mo Yuntian and Su Ya were in the same room. As soon as Su Ya entered the room, she excitedly talked about the Lin sisters: "Moshui is calm and generous, and wisteria is playful and cute, and they are all rare good women."
"No matter how good it is, how can I compare to Ge'er? The man who fell in love with Phoenix is already full of heart." Mo Yuntian said indirectly and tactfully, not daring to say it too clearly. The light in Su Ya's eyes darkened a little: "We Xie'er are not worthy of a girl like Ge'er. Why don't I think that the daughter-in-law of the old Mo family is Ge'er? But Xie'er has no such blessing, so how can we be elders force us to hold our grandson...
It’s impossible to hold a grandson in this life…”
Su Ya gently rubbed her eyes: "Xie'er's life is hers, not ours. This child is worth Xie'er's life... Wisteria and ink are also very good. Just be able to accompany me to relieve my boredom like my daughter."
Mo Yuntian walked behind Su Ya, stretched out his hands, and kneaded Su Ya's temples on both sides.
"You've suffered." Mo Yuntian said. Su Ya shook her head: "It's not bitter, but my heart is sweet. When the child grows up, how can he stay with his parents? Sooner or later, he will go to the night house together. I want to see how Jingfeng and his wife have not seen each other for so many years.
It's... "
The next day, Dawn. Qingge sat in the courtyard of Fengyue Pavilion and practiced cross-leggedly. The morning wind blew across his cheeks, giving him a special feeling of comfort. Every pore on his body was extremely comfortable, as if he was breathing in fresh air, changing his tendons and veins.
The turbid air.
In the Phantom Spirit Realm, the Nine Sects of Phantom Spirit Masters stir up the storm with the power of the Phantom Spirit.
The spiritual energy is more turbid, while the spiritual power is more pure and extracted from the spiritual energy.
There are countless spiritual energy in the world, with less spiritual power and even less illusion spiritual power. In addition, the difficulty of refining illusion spiritual power will also increase.
The Phantom Spirit Master is behind the Xuanling Realm, the Origin Realm, and up to the Origin, you can reach out to touch the Nine Heavens, the Sun, Moon and Stars.
From spiritual energy to mysterious spirit energy, they all exist in the world. However, the original energy must be derived and tempered through the power of true essence and its own flesh and blood body.
This is what the practice means in person. Starting from the origin realm, it is a crazy competition for physical constitution. Every mortal body will change infinitely, especially the existence of magic, which makes the Nine Realms and Thousand Clans more exciting.
On this day, Ye Qingtian and his grandfather held a banquet and called out their relatives and friends.
Qingge and Mo Xie met all the old friends from the past.
From Bixishuang, Li Fugui to Xing Tumi, I saw Qingge and embraced tacitly.
The protagonists of the banquet were Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bitong, as well as the proud Ye Qingtian, who had been showing off his pride in front of his old friends Xiao Cang and others.
Qingge asked for peace and returned to Fengyue Pavilion to practice.
Back to the Four Stars, Qingge did not let go of the Tiandi and Nine Realms.
The person behind the night song, the four blood words left by emptiness, the murder of the dream clan...
In addition, Qingge must think about how to use and allocate the mined Yuanjing ore.
Qingge slightly raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, so that there was a deep red color between his eyebrows.
On the courtyard wall on the left, a red figure swept over like the wind.
Qingge turned his head and looked at it, but saw Mo Xie sitting on the wall, his mask was shining, his narrow eyes were smiling, and he shook the wine gourd in his hand.
"Hey, I'll take you to a place." Mo Xie threw the wine gourd to Qingge.
Qingge took the wine gourd and was about to open it, but found that the gourd had no opening, so he looked at Mo Xie with confusion, not knowing what this meant.
"It's for protecting your body, just hang it on your waist." Mo Xie raised his eyebrows.
Qingge looked at the wine gourd with disgust, "I have never heard of protecting my body with a wine gourd."
Mo Xie shrugged: "It is clear that you are ignorant and have never seen the world. Can this be an ordinary wine gourd? This is made by you, Mr. Mo, please hide it carefully, don't lose it."
Qingge's face was slightly dark, and Mo Xie waved to her anxiously: "Come with me quickly."
“…”
Qingge helplessly put down what he was doing and followed Mo Xie as if he was a thief.
The two walked across the long street and went to a place.
Qingge raised his head, his eyes slightly condensed... Long time no see, Colosseum.
After Ming Qianjue's death, the Colosseum was acquired by the Xiao family and was managed by Xiao Rufeng. A man and a woman walked out of the Colosseum. The man was wearing a green shirt and was his old friend Xiao Rufeng. The woman next to him had a slightly raised belly, stretched out her hand and wrapped her arms around Xiao Rufeng, and snuggled beside Xiao Rufeng. Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle as water, like a woman walking out of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
son.
"You are here." Xiao Rufeng smiled and saluted with the woman.
"The etiquette is gone. You and I are friends, so there is no need to be too polite." Qingge said softly, and at the same time, he used his spiritual power to support the two of them.
"This is my wife." Xiao Rufeng said. Qingge glanced at the woman's belly and nodded: "Very good, a man is talented and beautiful, and he is born with a couple."