A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

For several days, the dead wood didn't appear in front of Muyu's eyes. He stayed in the tree house without talking to Muyu and didn't know what to do inside. A ban was placed around the Sky Monster Tree, blocking Muyu from the outside. Muyu couldn't get in after trying everything he could.

He was anxious in his heart. Did the dead wood really have an accident?

"Is he alive?" Muyu touched Xiaoshuai's ear and said worriedly.

He always thought that the dead wood was an unfathomable old man who would only scold him, but suddenly he knew that he was going to die, and Mu Yu started to feel sad.

Xiaoshuai flicked his tail and said: "I don't know, although the old man with green hair always said that he would refinish the big earthworm, but it has never been realized!"

"Little mouse, are you looking for death?" Long Teng flicked the water with his tail, swelled waves, and the spray fell on the Xiaoshuai, making him so angry.

"Do you say the old man with green hair will disperse the work? Xiaoshuai asked with his head tilted.

This kind of work is unacceptable for a master. A cultivator loses everything without cultivation, and he cannot be a mortal because his ability is incompatible with mortal.

If you want to choose, many practitioners would rather die.

Mu Yu was kept in this valley for more than a year. Although he scolded and withdrew every day with the dead wood, the dead wood could not wait to shoot him, but people always have feelings. If the dead wood had an accident, Muyu felt uncomfortable.

Withered wood is not a bad person. He just has a strange personality, and his temper is agitated by Muyu. At other times, he is just a dull old man who studies his poison alone. He dealt with poison all his life, and eventually he was eroded by poison.

Muyu thought of the master medicine master. As master alchemist, they also need to refine the power of various herbs when refining medicine. Over time, many wood residues will also be deposited in their bodies, which makes the alchemist's cultivation impossible. The dead wood comes from the Danding School and has a deep connection with the alchemist. He deposited not only wood residue but also toxins in his body.

Poison is not a terrible thing for Muyu. But dead wood is not a wood feather. It has the ability to integrate trees into detoxification. He is a normal innocence person, and he cannot remove the poison from his body.

"You said that if I help the dead wood filter the spiritual power like the master medicine helper, can I do it?" Mu Yu sat bored on the wooden bridge, and pinched the handsome handsome fluffy tail with his fingers.

"You don't need to say that you should know that it is impossible. Although the alchemist works with herbs, at least the spiritual power in their bodies is normal, and the spiritual power of the dead wood is completely mixed with poison. All parts of his body are surprising. The ground is not eroded by poison, so scattered work is the only option." Xiaoshuai said.

"This old guy is very old. Once San Gong becomes a mortal, it means that some diseases of the mortal will appear on him. It is difficult for him to withstand stimulation, otherwise it will definitely happen." Long Teng's tail flapped Shuihua said. Although Longteng is threatened by dead wood every time to use it for refining medicine, but it knows that dead wood is just talking, otherwise it will be dead.

"You mean, I can't be angry with him in the future, right?" Mu Yu rolled his eyes, and the dead wood stuttered, and the angry and stuttering way of speaking would be crazy for anyone else. Muyu often deliberately frustrated to save trouble. This old man.

However, at this moment, a huge spiritual power suddenly rumbled around the sky demon tree, and the huge fluctuations took the unexpectedly unpredictable wooden feathers and they all flew out and landed in the river. The ground in the valley is trembling like a major earthquake.

All the monsters at the bottom of the river are shaking, and they are of course familiar with this breath, which is the breath of the withered wood that usually cures them to submission. Usually this breath appears, it means that there are monsters to be caught by the dead wood and try to poison.

Muyu stuck his head out of the river and spit out a water, looking at the direction of the Tenjin tree in amazement, where a magnificent spiritual force was continually spreading from all around. Under this spiritual force, Muyu felt like a small boat in a storm, drifting indefinitely and in danger of overturning the boat at any time.

This horrible spiritual force lasted for an entire hour before slowly dissipating.

"The old man has really done his work." Xiaoshuai was lying on top of Muyu's head. It was wet all over, and he could only continually shake his body, splashing water droplets everywhere.

Muyu quickly jumped out of the river and rushed towards the sky demon tree. The prohibition outside the Demon Tree has disappeared, Muyu pushed the door smoothly and walked in.

The dead wood tray sat on the bed, his head hanging down, his body trembling, his chest undulating. His green hair had turned into white, and his entire popularity was like a hairspring, without any slight fluctuation of spiritual power.

No one expected that the well-known dead wood evergreen in the cultivation world would now become an ordinary person without any cultivation practice.

"You think, revenge, me, now, you can start." The dead wood raised his head, the whole person was extremely old, and the white beard also hung on his chest, and he had become an old man with no power.

Muyu walked over and looked at the dead wood up and down, saying: "Master, when your hair is not green, you are actually very kind!"

"Are you sarcasm me?" Kumu said angrily, raising her palm and trying to suspend Muyu, and then remembering that her practice had disappeared.

Mu Yu smiled at the dead wood's hand in mid-air and said, "Has the ability to hang people failed? Haha, this is really good. I will save my brain from congestion in the future."

Withered Wood stared at Mu Yu and said, "Don't be too crazy!"

"Okay, a handful of age, what is your mouth doing? I'm not a person who sees profit and forgets justice. Can I still throw you out? You lie down!"

Muyu lay down slowly while holding the dead wood. He took out the quilt that had been occupied by himself and covered the dead wood.

Withered wood lying on the bed looking at Mu Yu, no longer speaking.

Muyu pulled out a bottle and said with a grin: "Senior man, this is the Guben Peiyuan medicine I have done nothing to do in the past few days, which can make you feel better."

"You, think, poisoned, me?" Withered Wood frowned.

Mu Yu snorted and said, "What is poisonous death? I have learned something about the dead wood anyway, can you an old man have a little confidence in me. If you die, you can slap it and shoot it. Under poison?"

Mu Yu couldn't help but say that he directly flushed the water with it, started to burn it with Danhuo Stone, and then slowly gave it to the dead wood.

Withered wood gas knot, but did not refuse Muyu's medicine. This medicine is naturally very precious, for mortals can make the body a hundred times stronger. In the past, he was able to punish Muyu who was disobedient, but now Muyu has become a man who can play with him. It's really artificial, but Muyu doesn't seem to want to do that.

"I think about it, Xiaoshuai said that your body is too weak to withstand strong herbs. I'm looking for herbs that are less effective." Mu Yu rummaged in the baicao sac, and then finally found some herbs and started Give the dead wood another medicine.

Withered Mu looked at Mu Yu sitting on the ground to test the medicine. After a long time, he said: "You want to leave here!"

"Of course I think. I don't want to stay in this place where the bird doesn't shit. But I also want to take away your burden. It's really troublesome!" Muyu shook his head and sighed.

"Funny kid! Didn't you say that I was your master? Can you respect the teacher and say something seriously?" Kumu scolded.

Mu Yu shrugged: "No, that day was just a mistake. Besides, you want to be my master, what if my real master doesn't agree?"

"Huh!" Withered Wood thought of Feng Haochen seemed very uncomfortable, he mumbled a few unpleasant words, and devalued Feng Haochen to nothing. I really don't understand whether the true **** of Mie Continent has dug the ancestral tomb of the dead wood, and the dead wood always has a deep hatred for Feng Haochen.

Muyu doesn't matter. Although he really wants to know what the dead wood and Feng Haochen have to do, Muyu knows that he certainly won't say it. The grudges of the previous generation sandwiched Mu Yu in the middle, which made it difficult for Mu Yu to be a man. If he didn't even care what the dry wood scolded, it would be too tiring.

"Take the bag from Qiankun." Witherwood reluctantly took out a bag and threw it to Muyu.

Muyu dived into his own consciousness and took a look at the things inside. It didn't matter at this time. Muyu's eyes glowed suddenly. He had never seen so many good things. The collection of dead wood for many years is in it, it can be described as everything.

"These belong to me!" Mu Yu smiled, holding her in the arms like a fan, branding her own consciousness, for fear of being robbed.

The corner of the dead wood's mouth rose slightly, and his life savings were in this Qiankun bag. This thing was indeed left to Muyu. He didn’t accept students in his life, and he met Muyu when he was about to reach it~www.readwn.com~Although this guy never called himself Master, he had to teach these things to Muyu, not only because of Muyu’s The real master is someone he knows, also because Muyu has the potential to appreciate withered wood.

Withered wood felt he was sleepy, he hadn't felt sleepy for a long time. The self-cultivators have no sleepiness, only fatigue. They generally do not sleep. They all rely on meditation to recuperate and accumulate energy. People like Muyu who sleep and practice are not common.

Xiaoshuai kept asking Muyu Qiankun what was in the bag and whether it was eaten. Muyu was so mysterious that he didn’t want to say, and it made Xiaoshuai tickle. When Xiaoshuai was about to grab a hand and found that the dead wood body was aging rapidly, he immediately reminded Mu Yu: "You quickly input vitality to him, even if the old man is distracting, he is so old, so weak at the moment, it is easy to have an accident. ."

Muyu woke up. He patted his head and quickly pressed his left hand against the wall. His right hand held the dead wood's arm and carefully entered the life force of the Heavenly Demon Tree. Withered wood is already an ordinary person, and the vitality his body can bear is also limited. Muyu must act with caution.

Withered wood gradually went to sleep, and he fell asleep for the first time in so many years. Muyu felt that the old man was still cute when he didn't speak, and it was even more fun when he talked. Muyu liked to see the old man choke on his eyes.

Withered wood's work means Muyu has recovered his freedom, but Muyu is not relaxed. He wants to accompany an ordinary person to a cultivator, which means he must protect the completeness of the withered tree at all times, and can't stimulate him, save He suffered a heart attack in old age and kicked the sky away.

Think about a rookie who can't make alchemy, an old man who doesn't have a cultivation base. These two guys are going to Danding to ask for something. Where could it be so simple!