"What's wrong?"

Mu Changsheng just wanted to find the third daughter to settle the account for him, but a thunderous roar in the courtyard made him slightly stunned.

Thinking about it again, well, it's the voice of Yang Jian's second uncle.

It's just that this early in the morning, where did he get so much fire to burn down his house?

And there is no doubt that he is the one who is angry.

Mu Changsheng raised his hand and stretched out his index finger, his fingertips glowed and time went back, and yesterday's scenes appeared in front of his eyes, like watching a movie fast-forward, including the picture of him telling Yang Jian with his tongue wide that he was Mu Changsheng.

In fact, now his identity is basically hidden from Yang Jian alone.

Others either already know, such as Yang Chan and the monkey, or they don't even know who Mu Changsheng is, such as Yang Jiao, Yang Tianyou and others.

is also Yang Jian, and he doesn't know that the brother-in-law Qiankun Holy Lord he doesn't like now is actually the brother-in-law Mu Changsheng who he approved in the past.

In fact, Mu Changsheng had long wanted to find an opportunity to tell Yang Jian about this, but the timing had not been right.

Well, now, whether the timing was right yesterday or not, anyway, after a meal, I said it all.

The shepherd's face was bitter.

After being deceived for so long, he was angry, and if it was him, he also wanted to ask for an explanation, and now Yang Jian found it.

"Chan'er, or you ......"

Mu Changsheng smiled at Yang Chan and said, "Go and persuade the second brother to retire?"

Yang Chan smiled, and the next moment the smile disappeared, and she turned her head and said loudly outside: "Second brother, where is he, come in and talk about something!"

"Gah!"

Mu Changsheng was completely dumbfounded, and the three girls next to him glanced at each other, and they all showed unfathomable smiles.

Soon, Yang Jian, who was full of anger, came in, still holding a three-pointed knife in his hand, and even the Howling Sky Dog shook his head and followed him in.

Phew!

After Yang Jian came in, he didn't say a word, opened his eyebrows and looked at Mu Changsheng, and sure enough, he saw that Mu Changsheng's face changed, and it was replaced by the appearance he was familiar with in the past.

"It's you?!"

The cold light in the room flashed, and the three-pointed knife pointed at Mu Changsheng's eyes: "Say your explanation!"

He had never thought that this Qiankun Holy Lord would be the same person as the pastor Changsheng who died five hundred years ago.

You must know that he used to use the Heavenly Eye to see the true face of the Qiankun Holy Lord, but because he had been on guard, he couldn't see anything clearly.

"What do you think, you're angry that I lied to you, don't you?"

Mu Changsheng calmly got off the bed and said lightly: "I wanted to tell you before, but either the timing was not right before, or the two of us didn't meet much, didn't you just come back yesterday?"

Yang Jian looked at him, suddenly put away the three-pointed knife and disappeared, and stepped forward to give Mu Changsheng a hug:

"It's good to be alive!"

God knows how painful and uncomfortable it was in his heart during that period of time after he once "killed" his friend.

Coupled with Yang Chan's incomprehension and accusations, those days almost drove him crazy.

Later, after he knew that his sister was actually with the Qiankun Holy Lord again, then his heart was even more painful.

He couldn't figure out how Yang Chan could still fall in love with someone else after a man who died for himself?

He felt that he and Yang Chan were both indebted to Mu Changsheng.

But now that he learned the truth, the so-called Holy Lord of Qiankun was also the pastor he once knew, the knots in his heart were unraveled, and everything was relieved.

"Hmm!"

Mu Changsheng smiled and patted Yang Jian, feeling the relief he felt after being relieved.

As for why, he can guess a little.

There are not many people in Wanling City now, and Mu Changsheng sent people to send the remaining 10,000 heavenly soldiers to the Heavenly Court for 7,000, leaving only 3,000 to drive by his side.

The spiritual energy in the heavenly court is abundant, and after the great war, there is a shortage of troops, and the thirty-three heavens are incomparably vast, and it is not difficult to accommodate billions of living beings, and there is also the power of the heavens and stars to help, which is very suitable for cultivation.

It's just that after sending away 7,000 troops, the so-called Ten Thousand Souls City will exist in name only.

Mu Changsheng only occupies a place of thousands of miles around Qiankun City, and as his dojo, it is enough for his people to live, which is more than enough.

The rest of the mountains with spiritual energy, soon there will be other scattered cultivators, little demon kings to report and ask to live, in the era of great changes in the world and the shortage of spiritual energy, it is extremely difficult to find a treasure place that can be cultivated.

The pastor agreed.

Three months later, without waiting for heaven's punishment, he began to practice in retreat.

He has good thoughts in his heart.

It is very heavy, which is also one of the reasons why he did not hesitate to go against the sky this time, and also fought for the heavens, the earth and all living beings.

Now that I've found it this time, it's much easier to chop it up.

A year later.

The Qiankun Hall flickered with brilliance, and a blue-white treasure seal floated and sank in front of him, and suddenly a white light flew out of his chest, fell into the heaven-turning seal, and merged with it.

In the blazing light, a shepherd Changsheng with a white light and a smile on his face slowly took shape.

Judging from the aura on his body, he is also a Da Luo Jin Immortal.

As this figure slowly took shape, the aura on Mu Changsheng's body strengthened again.

"Senior brother!"

He smacked up on the shepherd.

"Sit!"

Shepherd Changsheng nodded, and the one who had been smiling on his face was his good corpse.

After cutting him out, Mu Changsheng could clearly feel that the goodness in his heart was not so strong, and without the two thoughts of good and evil, it would be easier to concentrate and cultivate in the future.

Since he has cut out the good thoughts, Mu Changsheng naturally has to find the biggest obsession in his heart, and only after cutting it off can he have the opportunity to take the next step.

Time is like flowing water, and soon more than ten years pass in a hurry.

As the saying goes: If you go outside, you must first settle inside!

In the past ten years, the newly appointed Emperor Zhenwu first rectified the heavenly court, punished a group of immortals who did nothing, and reincarnated in the mortal dust.

Under such a thunderous method of killing chickens and monkeys, soon all the gods of the heavenly court worked diligently and diligently to benefit the Three Realms and the world.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Zhenwu sent the Eight Demon Gods and the Thunder Gods to wantonly conquest and kill the demons and monsters who caused trouble in the world, and wanted to completely draw a line between the two worlds of people and demons.

At this time.

The city of Luoyang is overcast, as if the wind and rain are coming.

Inside the Shangyang Palace.

A woman who can be called a legend in her life is inevitably in her twilight years, with gray hair and wrinkles.

"It's going to rain. ”

Wu Zetian was wearing a dragon robe, sitting on a dragon chair behind the palace gate, looking at the dark and oppressive sky outside, and muttered to the cloudy sky: "Why haven't you come yet?"

The dim sky exudes an oppressive aura that makes people feel like they are about to breathe.

"Your Majesty, are you waiting for someone?"

The young and well-behaved Shangguan Wan'er took a piece of clothing and put it on for Wu Zetian.

It was already October weather at this time.

Wu Zetian didn't speak, but kept his eyes open, looking at the dim sky outside.

Gradually, the scene in front of her began to change.