The Return of the City’s Cultivation

"Try it?" Han Mu said with a cold smile. He couldn't see Ye Tian showing up, he couldn't do it at all, "If there is a problem with Luo Jia, how can you bear it!"

Fu Yu yelled angrily, "You know how to be a human being. Didn't you just keep trying to kill your uncle? You are afraid that Ye Tian really saved your uncle. You have no face to see him!"

Ye Tian ignored Han Mu and walked towards "Santa Claus" Roga step by step, but it was also weird. His steps seemed to be magical. Everyone looked at him calmly and calmly, and his heart gradually settled down, and he felt strange. Not only them, but even the craziness in Roga's blood-red eyes was a bit less.

Ye Tian stood in front of Luo Jia, feeling that there was a crazy lion in front of him. If he didn't pay attention, he would be torn to pieces. Luo Jia panted, staring at Ye Tian for a few seconds, roaring, not like a human cry. The sound came from his mouth, and his hands were like chains, strangling Ye Tian's neck. As for Luo Jia's power, everyone had lingering fears. After Huifeng fought with him, they were all quite surprised, thinking that Ye Tian would be better off. Entangling can be solved. Seeing Luo Jia grabbed his hand, Ye Tian didn't move, letting him do it. Luo Jia's two hands were like two iron hooks, grasping on the bones of Ye Tian's pipa. The sound is like a stone hitting a steel plate.

what! what!

Fu Yu screamed twice in succession, the first one was worried about Ye Tian, ​​and the second one was shocking Ye Tian as a heavenly man. Indeed, Ye Tian made a circle of ripples around his body, the scarlet fresh lotus swaying in the ripples, coupled with the smoky makeup, his evil spirits are immortal, and his beauty is cold and charming, so it makes people indulge in it.

Not to mention Fuyu, even Huifeng was stunned for a moment, a word that should never appear appeared in his heart-handsome!

Everyone was shocked, and Ye Tian caught it motionlessly.

"Roga, no, Mo Rao...Do you know, what did I bring for you?"

Luo Jia was stunned when he heard the name "Mo Lao". Although this was just an obsessive evil spirit. With Mo Lao's death, his memories, emotions, and character almost all dissipated, but as a cultivator, those The most important things in life will be engraved deep in the soul.

However, this sentence is obviously not enough. Ka, Mo Rao just froze for a while, and fell into madness again. The blood vessels on his face and arms have become so thick that his little finger is several times more powerful than before. Ka, Ferocious Armor The ripples that turned out were scratched, like a broken plate, fingers like hooks suddenly grabbed Ye Tian's shoulder blades, and it was obviously the sound of cracking bones. Fu Yu cried out "Ye Tian" distressedly. Everyone saw that the ten fingers were inserted halfway into the flesh and blood of the shoulders, and bright red blood gurgled from Ye Tian’s shoulders, and immediately dyed his clothes red, making him look like a blood man, but Ye Tian His complexion was still calm, as if nothing happened.

This made the Nandou people quite shocked, especially Fu Yu, who had a deeper thought of agreeing with his body. Ye Tian would rather be injured, broken muscles, but not fight back, let Luo Jia do.

Han Mu sneered again and again, "Huh, doing a show here will definitely not have any effect."

The others frowned slightly. Firstly, they felt that Han Mu didn't like to listen to them. Secondly, although they didn't like to listen to them, they also had to admit that maybe Roga was not saved. After all, he was too "crazy".

Ye Tian's calm voice slowly sounded, "If you don't remember who, you should also remember Xingsheng?"

While speaking, Ye Tian took out the master book.

The exclamation sounded suddenly, the Nandou clan came from the lower realm hegemony level, with clever eyesight, and he also had a good understanding of the anecdotes and secrets of the lower realm. I immediately recognized the master book, and he felt incredible, only Ye Tian. It's not easy.

As soon as the master book appeared, Mo Luo's movements suddenly stopped. The master book was born from the fusion of the flesh and blood of Xingsheng and the gods. It can be said that it is the incarnation of Xingsheng. After Mo Luo saw it, the crazy color in his eyes Halfway down, she smelled an extraordinary breath. After hundreds of years of experience, this breath remained undiminished. Mo Lao slowly loosened Ye Tian, ​​pulling out ten fingers from the flesh and blood, and stroking it toward the master book as if treasured. Go, at the moment when his hands were touching the book, Ye Tian secretly read a formula to himself.

This mantra, like chanting, like fairy music, and the soft wind falling in the heart, makes everyone's hearts settle down at once, and happiness and strength replace anxiety and fear. They couldn't distinguish the language in Ye Tian's mouth, because this language came from the Xuantian realm.

The master book spread out silently, becoming a patch of golden or silver stars, surrounded by Mo Lao, Luo Jia's body, as if a hold-in technique was suddenly performed, remained motionless.

Ye Tian also didn't move, looking as if his soul was out of his body.

However, at this time, another scene that no one can see is happening.

Mo Rao seemed to have returned to the day when he met Xingsheng on the cycle of rebirth hundreds of years ago.

This scene is somewhere between the real and the illusion, there is neither truth nor falsehood.

Mo Tuo saw a rickety figure gradually appeared on the cycle of reincarnation. The figure was not very tall, his face was wrinkled, and his years were dying. But it was such an ordinary old man who made Mo Tuo’s tears fall instantly. This is her thought. The man who missed, for this man, she gave up the physical body and put aside the practice.

The old man staggered, and suddenly he staggered a few steps before falling to the ground. Mo Lao cried out "Xingsheng" in pain. Before he fell, he hugged him in his arms, Xingsheng took a few rough breaths, and said. "Let me lie down."

Mo Rao sat down on his knees, resting Xingsheng's head on his lap, lying flat on the circuit of samsara.

This was the last moment they met, the moment they were about to die.

At this time, a soft voice rang, like a call. If the Nandou people were here, they would definitely recognize that this voice was Ye Tian's voice. However, Mo Rao and Xingsheng were unheard of.

Mo Lao stroked Xingsheng's face, like holding the world's most precious treasure, "You and I are worth waiting for each other, is it good for this life and the next life, life after life, until death?"

Xingsheng smiled, "Why don't you need the next life, this life will do, I want to take you to a beautiful place, where we will always be happy."

Ye Tian's singing is like background music, with a louder and wider voice.

Suddenly, Mo Lao and Xingsheng's eyes gave birth to palm-sized flowers. These flowers directly covered the entire cycle of reincarnation. No, they covered everything in front of them. The next moment, the flowers gradually separated. The scene in front of people has changed.

The wind is as gentle as a lover's hand. The purple flower clusters in front undulate slightly. Among the purple flower clusters, Mo Rao and Xingsheng are standing. The two face each other. When they look at each other, they are all restored to their original state, Xingsheng is young and handsome. , Mo Lao was as beautiful as a fairy in the painting, and said softly, "This is the place where we first met."

Xingsheng nodded, "Don't you know there is a paradise here?"

Ye Tian’s melody voice suddenly rose, and white mist slowly rose from the flower clusters. The white mist gradually lifted their bodies into the sky. The two of them were full of fascination and happiness, and a rainbow in the distance went straight to the sky. Stepping on the white clouds, entering the rainbow, driving the rainbow away, leaving only a happy laugh.

On the path of reincarnation, a phantom suddenly appeared on Luojia’s head. The phantom was like a white light, and owed his body to Ye Tian. Ye Tian said softly, “Mo Lao, you are here to guard the soul character of Xingsheng. A hundred years, just rely on one obsession. Crazy, crazy, life sometimes needs to be crazy once, this time you are hundreds of years, that's enough."

The white light dissipated like the wind.