Xin Zhuo was in a complicated mood at this time. He witnessed a killing from "his own" with his own eyes. When King Mu chased out of Taiyuan Valley, he happened to see more than a dozen seventh-step masters, dozens of sixth-step masters, including Nangong Ya, Kui Sihai, and dozens of sixth-step masters, and faced thousands of disciples from the five holy places, demon palaces, and demon palaces. He ran into Nie Jianxian, Jiang Wugui, Gou Hanshi Heavenly King, Dan Tai's Holy Holy, and wanted to escape from Yun Shengmo, the Five Star Lords of the Demon Palace, and the Demon Palace.
The black cultivator had not yet understood the situation. King Mu had already walked out with more than two thousand divine weapons, like the overlord of heaven and earth, the starry sky emperor, looking down at the common people, word by word: "A group of ants, just sharpening my sword!"
Nangong Ya, Kui Sihai and others looked puzzled, and a demon clan master scolded, "What's the crazy guy going crazy, he's not a little bit!"
A star king in the demon palace said angrily: "Escape, this guy is wrong!"
However, human hearts are complicated. With so many monks and countless ideas, it is difficult to implement orders.
The next moment, King Mu launched a crazy killing. With his sixth step body and tens of millions of years of soul, he took action with unheard magical magic. The power of the twelve-grade golden lotus was exerted to the extreme. Even the purple dragon vine had reached a certain level of madness, spreading its teeth and claws, and stretching for tens of thousands of miles.
Destroy withered and rotten, and there is no enemy in one unit!
The blood, corpses, and the death storm after the death of the monk filled all Xin Zhuo's sight!
When he saw it clearly, there were already corpses everywhere. Those who knew him or those who didn’t know him or those who didn’t show any mercy, he would kill him or her if he met him or her!
In the end, only hundreds of thousands escaped by chance!
Fortunately, King Mu was not reborn for the sake of killing, so he immediately gave up those people and went to another place.
Xin Zhuo was like watching a movie, unable to control his body, so he could only follow him.
He felt that this guy was probably killing the sky, but he was basically the disciples of the most powerful force in the world. This King Mu is equivalent to being an enemy of everyone, no! Maybe he didn't look down on anyone in this era.
He was inexplicably worried. If... he could take back his body, then who would be the cause and effect of this killing? King Mu or himself?
…
King Mu is not stupid. He should also know that he has caused a huge disaster. He is proud of himself, not an idiot. He is walking strangely along the way and dare not stay for a moment.
Xin Zhuo was very curious about his future plans and goals, and he kept wandering with him. After three months, he seemed to understand what he was going to do. He was remembering the past and looking for things in his memory.
This is a bit ridiculous. If you, King Mu, is a real overlord and cold-blooded starry sky emperor, you should improve your strength as soon as possible and dominate the side, instead of looking for memories of the past with such a temperament. Your old friends and friends are probably already turned into dust. What's the point of doing this?
However, King Mu didn't know what he thought, and he wouldn't care if he knew it. He flew to the sky and went to a place where people were rarely visited. Every time he went to a place, he would stay for a moment, with a sad look on his face and said some strange names and things:
"Huan'er, Xinrou, You Lao Gui, Ku Xiangwang, Asayun, Xiao Gulu, Cold-faced Sword Emperor..." "Nangong Qingyu, you fought with the Sword Palace here that year, but unfortunately I was one step slower..." "Lao Piao, thousands of years have passed, and your vast and prosperous gentle hometown has long turned into a dry mountain canyon, and no one is alone. Are you funny?" "Qiwu, I have arrived in your realm palace again, but unfortunately, there is a mess of graves in tens of thousands of years later, alas!"
Another name, one interesting thing about the past, was said from him, just like his life tens of thousands of years ago.
His mood fluctuates greatly.
Xin Zhuo's heart moved and tried to get close, but found that the person's soul consciousness was as stable as a stone. Although he was sad, he seemed to have made some plan. This plan made him move forward! Until, after wandering for three years, King Mu arrived at a remote and short town. There were not many monks in the city and his cultivation level was not high. There were even local mortals, with dilapidated streets and some dust on the road.
He walked slowly, with a little sadness on his face, looking at every inch of land and every building, as if looking for familiar memories, but never.
It was drizzling in the sky, and passers-by were hiding. He was still moving forward slowly, stepping on the petals of osmanthus falling all over the ground, murmured: "I want to buy osmanthus and carry wine together, but I am not like a young man who travels..."
Xin Zhuo was surprised. When did this poem come from? The barriers in all worlds are gone, can anyone say this?
At this time, King Mu walked to a remote farmhouse yard in the city. An old couple in the yard looked at him, feeling inexplicably scared, hurried back to the house and closed the door.
King Mu looked at it for a long time, as if he was looking at something in his memory. Suddenly, he knelt on his knees and tears fell like rain: "Dad, mother, Sanxi is back. Since he joined the Tianhe Gang, he has been gone for a hundred years and has never been filial. Now, millions of years have passed, but this is the biggest guilt in his heart..."
The old couple in the room poked their heads out of the window and said tremblingly: "Master, you have found the wrong family. We don't have sons, so we have two daughters..."
King Mu ignored him and lay on the ground for a long time.
Xin Zhuo sighed lightly, and of course, King Mu was not the old couple who kneeled down to worship. What kind of past does he have? Mortals practice...
The rain is getting heavier and heavier. After a full stick of incense, King Mu got up and walked to the distance.
The sadness and nostalgia in his body gradually dissipated and turned into confidence, domineeringness and majesty again. His voice was like a thunder and thunder: "I will resurrect you. All the ancestors of heaven and earth died back then were my best chess. I am back. In this life, I will no longer repeat the path I walked back.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one book, one bar, one bar, one bar!
Within 30,000 years, enter the ninth step, refine the small world created by seven descendants, become the true body of heaven and earth, enter the highest cultivation level, control the world, and be eternal life!"
Xin Zhuo was shocked and refining seven small worlds? Are they seven real worlds?
In other words, this King Mu has a way to enter the Sacrifice Realm?
In the days ahead, King Mu walked forward quickly, one step of thousands of miles, like a divine help, entering one secret realm after another. The whole process seemed to have opened the eyes of the sky and obtained a strategy, and frantically plundered the treasures of the heavenly and earth in the secret realm. Without the eighth step, no one was his opponent!
But, this person does not have the justice and cold blood as he imagined. He is more domineering, shrewd, cunning, and very lustful.
Seven years later, the seventh step of the Moon Holy Land, the goddess Qin Feishuang, the Holy Land of Wulu, the Holy Land of Wulu, the Holy Land of Wuyuan, the Holy Mother of Feilian, the four female cultivators who were pure and fairy-looking as fairies, were attacked by his devil's claws, and all kinds of martial arts came.
Xin Zhuo watched the whole process, his consciousness turned into a human form, sat cross-legged, and his hands were touching his cheeks, a little numb, his body belonged to him, and those women angrily scolded him, "Xin Zhuo, you are a disciple, shameless... Be gentleman... If you don't take revenge, you are not a gentleman..."
...
The 28th year of being "taken away".
The 24th solar term was light snow, but it started to snow heavily that day.
King Mu accumulated enough and rushed into a mountain range, preparing to dig a cave, and the seventh step to enter the country!
The body has reached the bottleneck of the seventh step!
Twenty-eight years, enter the country!
It would be a big deal if Xin Zhuo was replaced, but King Mu, if he walked again, he seemed to be familiar with the path! (This chapter ends)