Society is afraid of indulging in infrastructure in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 182.
The man stuck his spear on the ground and supported it on the ground. He lowered his body and silently watched Mu Zixiao weeping.

He didn't say a word, just watched quietly.

After a long time, when Muzixiao calmed down, he handed over the handkerchief.

Mu Zixiao looked at him in a daze, and the face of the man in black gradually became clear.

His face is sharp and angular, under the thick eyebrows are a pair of deep eyes, the eyes are black like the best black pearls, full of masculinity, as dazzling and warm as the sun, and the temperament of his gestures makes people feel unreasonable settle down.

She had seen his little portrait countless times, and it turned out to be Emperor Yuanwu.

"You are Emperor Yuanwu..."

"Ye Zhenyi. I am one of the incarnations of the emperor." He did not let Mu Zixiao call him by the name of the emperor, "I am your senior brother, Zi Xiao, are you feeling better now?"

Muzi Xiao woodily nodded.

Ye Zhenyi frowned slightly, knowing that Mu Zixiao's emotions had only been relieved, and he hadn't really come out.

"I'm not good at preaching. Master is not very good. You should cherish it."

"Master?" Mu Zixiao came back to his senses, "Why isn't Master good?"

"Don't worry, Master's place is under my protection, but you have to practice as soon as possible. Now the situation in Zhongtian Continent is changing rapidly. This time the demon world is attacking you. You are lucky. If you are here, you will definitely die."

Mu Zixiao looked at Ye Zhenyi puzzled, "Master... Senior brother, what is going on?"

"The Upper Realm and the Demon Lord reached an agreement in private. You were in a dead game. It was not because of good luck that you escaped this disaster. It was because the master moved the chess game and moved the whole body. The master may have to retreat for a longer time. "Ye Zhenyi looked at Mu Zixiao with red eyes, and sighed softly, "Zi Xiao, after this death calamity, sacrifice is inevitable, you don't have to blame yourself."

"Am I being too pushy? Shouldn't I be doing it? What if..."

"You did a good job." Ye Zhenyi interrupted her self-doubt, "Zi Xiao, you can find a foothold in the chess game so quickly, few people can do it. The way you walked changed the lives of many people." Fate allows more creatures to survive, you have to believe in yourself."

Ye Zhenyi's voice was steady and powerful, like the beating of a drum, arousing Mu Zixiao's heart to beat little by little.

"Zi Xiao, don't doubt yourself. I hope you can put your life and your way first, and go on more firmly. Whether it's me or anyone, everyone's words can't shake you. It's cultivating the mind." Ye Zhenyi stood up and retracted the spear.

"I am proud that you are my fellow disciple and proud of what you have done. There will inevitably be setbacks and sorrows along the way, but the joys and sorrows of the road of practice are all experiences, and the road to becoming a god is bumpy and bumpy. , is more important than the future."

Mu Zixiao wiped away his tears with a handkerchief, and sniffed his nose. Although his heart hurt, he stopped letting himself be unrestrainedly sad and restrained his emotions.

"Look, you've grown up again, and you'll be able to adjust your state right away. You're much better than those gods in the upper realm who love and hate each other." Ye Zhenyi's compliments were extremely sincere, but every word came out of his mouth. , can be turned into power.

Ye Zhenyi also really felt that his junior sister had a very high understanding, much smarter than Bi Cao, whom he had taught for thousands of years.

"Come on, let me tell you something." Ye Zhenyi waved at Mu Zixiao and tapped the void.

Mu Zixiao saw that the corpse in the void had been severely damaged, and Ying Luan was beyond recognition.

"Speaking of which, after you became a disciple, Master gave you a ceremony to become a disciple, and the gift I gave you was this." Ye Zhenyi pointed at Ying Luan.

"Gift?" Mu Zixiao exclaimed, "Ying Luan said that he has some kind of connection with you, and that statue should be some kind of seal. The more I use it, the stronger Ying Luan will become."

Ye Zhen couldn't deny Mu Zixiao's speculation, "Yes or no, this Ying Luan was transformed by the impurities in my cultivation, arrogant, arrogant, sometimes cruel and unscrupulous, but he has good strength. It came in handy and prevented a disaster for you."

"Yes... I didn't..."

Ye Zhenyi raised his hand to stop Mu Zixiao's self-reflection, "No, you did nothing wrong. This Ying Luan actually doesn't have a soul, and he can communicate with you because he absorbed a soul with an incomplete soul.

Therefore, you have not discovered his true strength. Although his soul is scattered, this body can be as useful as a phaseless bone, or even better than a phaseless bone. "

Mu Zixiao didn't plan to recycle Ying Luan's body, which made her feel uneasy.

"Because it was transformed by the impurities in my practice, he possesses the curse of life return. Every life in the world is a power called 'life force'. The creatures who fight and die with him, whether they are humans, ghosts, demons or Demon, life force will belong to him.

In this battle, a total of 620 lives were lost, so this body added another 620 lives. "

Mu Zixiao opened his mouth wide in surprise, wanting to pick out his ears.

What?How many lives?

"This curse of Ying Luan's life is my gift of apprenticeship to you, Junior Sister."

(End of this chapter)