"Don't go, you see, Engong has a total of ten tentacles on his body, which controls his three souls and seven spirits, don't go, his situation is different from what I did just now, as long as you cut off any of the tentacles, he won't be able to live!" Mu Qing stopped him and said. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"How do you know?" asked her.

"Because I just found the memories of my previous life, in my previous life, I was also the woman of the King of the Yellow River, and it also completely united with me in this way! It devoured my body and soul! This heavenly tree is the root of the Yellow River! The source of its power is every sacrificer!" Mu Qing retrieved the memories of his previous life from the power of Qingfu.

Didn't the Baoan clan have the custom of sacrificing the dragon king of the Yellow River alive? They found many corpses of young girls in the secret forests on the banks of the Yellow River, as well as a coffin of Nanmu floating on the Yellow River, and these coffins were indeed the corpses of the bride of Cheng Fu.

But not every bride who was sacrificed to the Dragon King of the Yellow River was qualified to sacrifice her body, and only when the Heavenly Tree awakened, the sacrificial girl had the opportunity to get close to it. When the tree awakens, these giant snails will pass through the mountains, put the bride's body in a coffin, and transport it back to Tiandu Mountain to offer it to the heavenly tree, and the heavenly tree will get a living person, and then use its tentacles to extract yang energy and soul from the living person's body to maintain its own metabolism, and then it will continue to sleep.

But this time it was different, this time the Heavenly Tree got a different body, the power contained in this body was very strong, and his soul was also different. Qingfu will eventually reunite his power and soul with this new body and resurrect with him!

The surface of those plant tentacles was transparent, like countless pipes in the body, and in the tubes were streams of green plant liquid, which contained the supreme power of the Blue Emperor. He, like Antumé, had his eye on this new body. Only such a perfect body is worthy of being your own shell.

"Yes, Brother Shuang won't die, he is destiny! You see, he is different from you, he also wears a mountain chain mail! This mountain chain mail is a family heirloom of their Dong family, and it will definitely protect his soul if it is invulnerable!"

At this time, the wind rose on Tiandu Peak, the dark clouds gradually approached, and the beautiful snowflakes above the head fell one after another.

"It's her!She's coming!Antumei! You're coming out! Your brother is right in front of you!Are you coming out?" Na Xiu looked up at the snowflakes in the sky and shouted, now if someone has the ability to save Wushuang, then only the White Emperor Antumei, Antumei will not watch her body be taken away by Qingfu so easily.

She had been hiding nearby for so long, and now, she finally felt that Qingfu had come back to life.

A cold smile came in the cold wind, the earth was swallowed by frost, Tiandu Mountain on the Loess Plateau was as cold as Siberia at the moment, a piece of snowflakes hit this ancient tree that had lived for thousands of years, the vines on the ancient tree felt the endless cold, they retracted back into the soil, hoping to find the last warmth, but the soil was completely frozen at this moment, this is the world of ice and snow.

Na Xiu and Mu Qing were wearing thin clothes, leaning against each other to keep warm, and their mouths were spitting out ha, they hadn't given up yet, and they were still waiting for a miracle to appear.

Wushuang squatted on the ground with his body bowed, he still had a shining Kui talisman around his neck, the Kui talisman blessed him, the future of the Dong family, the future of the Blue Flag Sea family were all tied to him, and he couldn't have any accidents. If he died, the thieves would be completely dispersed, and in a few years, when the Great Qing Dragon Vein reappeared in the world, the balance of victory would be tilted in favor of the Yeh Nalan clan.

There is also a yellow mud ridge across the Yellow River from Tiandu Peak, and on the Yellow Ni Ridge, two people stand there and look at the strange sound on Tiandu Peak. The woman riding on the White Deer King seemed to be impatient, and she wanted to ride the White Deer King several times to save her grandson, but she was stopped by the man.

"Xiao Qi, don't worry! Now that you go, not only will you not be able to save him, but you will harm him. This is all a catastrophe that he has in his destiny, and he must go through it, just like when Gongyao first met me. He held the colorful floats in his hand and said: "Do you remember? At that time, you were still young, Gongyao said that you want to worship me as a teacher, I said that it is okay to worship me as a teacher, there is a lonely grave at the mass grave in Nanshan, and there is a big black-haired zongzi buried in the lonely grave. You can do it if you want to be a teacher, you can dig up this lonely grave, you will sleep in it tonight, if the sun rises tomorrow, you can still come out of the coffin alive, I will accept you!"

Mo Xiaoqi's memories were brought to that war-torn and troubled era by this story, and she vaguely saw her young and frivolous husband. Her husband was a few years younger than herself, and at that time he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he had nothing, no martial arts, no guns, only this strong muscles and extraordinary courage.

That time, Wu Gongyao and Mo Xiaoqi were chased by a group of officers and soldiers because they killed the regimental training in the town. simply had an endless road, and was finally saved by the old way of this fairy wind bone. Mo Xiaoqi's eyes were poisonous, and he recognized at a glance that this person must have been a master who had achieved positive results, and immediately struck while the iron was hot, wanting Wu Gongyao to worship him as a teacher, which is why there is such a story.

At that time, Mo Xiaoqi was also a half-grown child, and she didn't believe that the hundred-year-old corpse buried in the coffin could really be resurrected? She smiled and said, What's so difficult about this? Gongyao has nothing else, it's just that he has great courage! Dao Chang is what he says?

Yin Yang Xuandao said, you arrogant little girl, do you know what a big zongzi is before you answer for him? Zombie, stiff but not rotten, the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the six without a trace! Tonight, the black-haired big zongzi will definitely be resurrected, the probability of this child surviving is very low, do you dare to make this bet with the poor Dao?

"Dare, why don't you dare?" Mo Xiaoqi and Wu Gongyao said together.

In fact, Wu Gongyao also agreed with a hot head at that time, he didn't realize that the old corpse in the coffin would really be resurrected as Yin Yang Xuandao said. Besides, even if we were resurrected, what would we do? At that time, human life was like a mustard, and if it was caught by officers and soldiers, it would be death, and if it was caught by a yellow-haired devil, it would be death, otherwise it would be reduced to the exploitation of the landlords' old wealth, and in the end they would still not have enough to eat and starve to death. It's all dead, it's better to fight.

He trusts Mo Xiaoqi very much, although the two of them are not very old, they have already given birth to ignorant buds in their hearts. Mo Xiaoqi said that this old way must be a half-immortal, we met him by fate, you must seize the opportunity, if you can worship him as a teacher, you will definitely be able to learn a skill.