Xiao Wu didn't leave, he was still sitting upright in the retreat on the top floor of the Four Temples. just used illusion to cover his breath, summoned Xiao Ape and walked out.

Xiao Ape's self-explosion is estimated not to cause any great harm to this Da Luo Shangxian named Bi Lang, but it is enough for him to drink a pot, at least it will not be comfortable. Also, the master is dead, how can you deal with your emperor when he dies?

Xiao Wu didn't want to see any Wai Emperor now, and he didn't want to meet with any Tianmen Immortal Monarch, that Red Seventh Sister was indeed killed by herself, what should I do if I saw it? Let Tianmen Immortal Monarch kill me? Or should I kill Tianmen Immortal Jun and Wai Emperor together? If I can kill Immortal Emperor, what am I still doing here?

So, you can't go, you can't do it. So as soon as Xiao Ape appeared, he was ready to blow himself up, and then kept teasing Bi Lang, teasing him to make a move, and then blew himself up to show him.

Yun Sheng didn't think about it so much, and left when he saw Xiao Wu and Bi Lang leaving.

Xiao Wu was waiting for a time, and when Bi Lang was far away, he tried to change his identity and continue to find a place to lurk. After all, the operation in the fairy realm has just begun, and there is still a need to find the fragments of the divine realm and some other information.

There was no sound outside, and even the female fairy that Yun Sheng had sent to Xiao Wu had already left. Xiao Wu walked out of the formation, and his divine sense swept around, safe!

The illusion concealed his figure, and Xiao Wu walked into the hall on the first floor.

"Great Sage, where are you going?" a soft call sounded, and the voice was unhurried.

Xiao Wu only felt that the back of his neck was numb, and he had obviously sensed everything around him, but what was the situation now? Someone had deceived his divine sense!

Xiao Wu looked around, but there was still nothing, and his divine sense was empty. Xiao Wu's Eye of Breaking the Law was running, and then he saw that on the seat of the main hall on the first floor, Mu Sheng was sitting there, quietly looking at Xiao Wu, quiet and kind, like a wood carving.

Completely deceived all perceptions, this is already the extent of Xiao Wu's illusion path. Entering the main avenue? That's a bit of an exaggeration, right?

Xiao Wu didn't show up either, continuing to maintain the effect of illusion concealment, looking towards Mu Sheng.

Mu Sheng smiled slightly, obviously he had already guessed that Xiao Wu could see through his own cover, and he also saw through Xiao Wu's illusion, and they were not much worse than each other.

"Come and sit down, let's talk for a while. I can tell you something, and you can help me out. Mu Sheng said slowly.

There was no one around the Four Temples to guard it, and I don't know if it was broken up by the Wooden Saint, so I walked to the chair and sat down with confidence.

In the main hall on the first floor of the Four Temples, the two sat opposite each other and talked to each other, but no sound came out, and they could not be noticed at all.

Mu Sheng's fingers tapped lightly on the coffee table, but he didn't make a sound, as if he was one with the table and chairs, and it was natural. Seeing Xiao Wu sit down, Mu Sheng was the first to speak, "Since I invited the Great Sage, then naturally I should say it first, if the Great Sage feels that he can be open and honest, then he will know everything below." ”

Seeing what he said solemnly, Xiao Wu also nodded, indicating that he already knew.

Mu Sheng continued, "The first time I saw the Great Sage, I had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, it was a sense of blood connection, I don't know if the Great Sage can tell me what gave me this feeling. ”

Xiao Wu groaned for a moment and replied, "I do the same for Lord Mu Sheng, but it's not a sense of blood connection, but familiarity, a sense of familiarity that has had many intersections with each other. ”

Both were lost in thought. They were not ordinary people, they were close to the top cultivators in this world of monks, and this familiarity would not be fake, and the two feelings they described were naturally different from each other.

After a long time, Mu Sheng said, "I don't think I have a sense of blood connection to you, but something about you. ”

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly took out the Falling God Scepter.

At the moment when the Falling Scepter appeared in Xiao Wu's hand, Mu Sheng stood up for a moment, his originally old and drowsy eyes flashing with brilliance.

"This ...... What is this? is it!" Mu Sheng took two steps closer to Xiao Wu, and forcibly held back, smiling a little awkwardly, "I beg your pardon, I lost my temper." ”

Xiao Wu was not surprised, he had some guesses in his heart, and at the moment when the Fallen Scepter was presented in front of him, he was even more convinced in his heart. That's it! Because of the emotion of joy coming from the Scepter, this is the first time since the Dream Tree has been integrated into the wooden staff that emotions have been expressed so clearly.

Mu Sheng stared straight at the Falling Scepter, his eyes full of fascination, "I...... Can I touch it?"

Xiao Wu didn't hesitate, because the Falling Scepter was an artifact with a certain amount of intelligence, and it was impossible to be easily controlled by others, so he directly handed over the Falling Scepter.

Mu Sheng's hands trembled, and he took the Fallen Scepter in his hand with great care. At this moment, a green brilliance appeared on the Fallen God Scepter, and then branches and leaves appeared, sprouting and spitting green, and they actually grew in the hands of the Wood Saint.

Mu Sheng's eyes were full of tears, and he stared at the Fallen Scepter in his hand, tears rolling down one by one.

He muttered, "I know, I guessed, that's how I should be!"

Xiao Wu didn't interrupt him, just waited quietly beside him, watching. Xiao Wu could sense the emotions of the Fallen Scepter, and that kind of complex and bitter but extremely precious emotion made Xiao Wu not know how to express it.

The relationship between the Dao Tree and the Wood Saint is there, how much is this relationship? The old immortal also quietly revealed his body on the Zhihai Island, looking at the scene in front of him.

Mu Sheng was obviously a monk who was very good at controlling his emotions, and although his tears were rolling down, he did not make any sound. He returned the Fallen Scepter with both hands, and said in his mouth, "Thank you Xiao Daoyou, Your Excellency has been sent, and Mu Yi will never give up." ”

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, what is Xiao Daoyou? Xiao Wu hurriedly waved his hand, "What did Mu Sheng say? ”

Mu Sheng stood up, his posture looked much taller, and he smiled slightly, "Xiao Daoyou doesn't have to be like this, Dao Shu is my mother, and he has already told Yu Er. And just now, he gave me a lot of life, and my realm has improved again. ”

"Mother?" Xiao Wu felt very unfamiliar with this title.

"Alas. With a sigh, Mu Sheng sat down again, but this time he spoke with more enthusiasm.

"Xiao Daoyou don't have to worry too much, I am not a branch of the Dao Tree, but I am the last thought of the Dao Tree. What you have in your hand is a part of the branch of the Dao tree, he is orthodox, and I can only be regarded as a remnant memory. ”

"The Dao Tree shattered, and he shattered the Divine Realm. In this shattered divine realm, the powerful Dao Tree Dao transformed, and the pure consciousness did not completely drift away with the wind, and there was a period of consciousness that had his hatred for betraying the divine cultivator, and his longing for the divine venerable. ”

This consciousness will not change much, and it will inevitably be ground and dissipated in the course of time. But the Divine Cultivation became extinct, and the hatred and resentment of the Divine Cultivation were born, and when countless Divine Cultivators died, these resentments also formed a period of consciousness. ”

So, the two consciousnesses met underground, and in the vicissitudes of the immortal realm, in the coercion and grinding of countless interface fragments and reorganizations, two people appeared. They are born in the garb of immortals, adhering to a memory. Do you say, are they the memories of those people and the tree, or are they independent people and trees?"