Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

      Very concerned.

      The little apprentice warmed and nourished the spiritual veins of the whole body, and then supplemented it with all kinds of heaven and earth treasures, and slowly repaired Mu Xing's spiritual roots.

    If you say this, no one will believe it.

    How important is the spiritual power of a monk? How can you spend it on others regardless of the cost?

    If the other party has a trace of bad intentions, the consequences will be unimaginable.

      The other is that there is absolutely no common sense in the cultivation world.

    The two of them didn't feel anything wrong.

    The other issue is cultivation.

    Originally, the more white he was, he planned to ask his few friends who were infrequently in touch with him on how to teach his disciples.

    But before that, Mu Xing showed an amazing talent - no matter what kind of cultivation method he cultivates, his entry is a thousand miles away.

    The more white she becomes, the more she thinks her little apprentice is a genius.

    Genius, how can it be measured by the standard of ordinary people?

    He didn't ask for advice anymore, and planned to teach at the upper limit of Mu Xing.

    Fortunately, Mu Xing has the memory of the previous worlds, plus his own talent is different. He is like a sponge, the more you give him, the more he can take it, and he can still learn well.

    The key is that the premise of adding so many things is that his cultivation progress has not slowed down even half a minute.

    Three years to build the foundation.

    Six years golden pill.

    The sixteen-year-old Jindan cultivator, looking at both the real and the devil, is also a rare existence.

    What's more, unlike the direct descendants of the sect who have been nurturing and washing the marrow from the womb, Mu Xing has only been practicing with Yuefubai since he was seven years old.

    He was also dug out of the spiritual root, and in order to repair the spiritual root, he deliberately delayed the progress of the pill formation.

    This day.

    Mu Xing was chatting with Yue Fubai when suddenly his expression changed.

    The whiter smiles: "Oh, an old friend came to visit."

    As soon as he finished speaking, a man in black appeared out of nowhere in the hall.

    Just one glance, Mu Xing was secretly shocked: This man in black, the blood and evil spirit almost condensed into reality, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that just one look at him will make his mind suffer influences.

    Mu Xing only felt as if he was being targeted by some beast, and his spiritual power naturally circulated, ready to attack at any time.

    The more white and dissatisfied: "Black and white, you scared my good apprentice."

    As soon as these words came out, Mu Xing felt the pressure on his body lighten.

    He restrained his aura, and Mu Xing had the energy to see this man's appearance: his facial features were deep, his face was too pale, his eyes were extremely black, and in that blackness, there were occasional ominous flashes. blood color.

    Compared with the more white, this person can tell that he is a person in the magic way.

    Originally, the more white he was, he was still very dissatisfied with this man, but when he heard about his apprentice, he was immediately led astray.

    "What do you mean by hiding and not letting you see? That's because I am a disciple of Xingxing's hard work, and I have no nostalgia for the flowery world outside!"

    He said to Mu Xing: "Teacher, this black and white old ghost is an old friend of the teacher. He entered the Dao by killing, although it is not a good thing, but his strength is good. If you encounter any difficult opponent outside, just report his name."

    Mu Xing knew that this was Master's friend.

    He immediately bent over to salute the junior: "Junior Mu Xing, I have seen this..."

    He got stuck for a while, this person can't be called black and white old ghost, right?

    The man in black pulled out an unskilled smile: "The world respectfully calls me an impermanent lord."

    Mu Xing said, "I have seen Uncle Impermanence."

    Although he made fun of him, Mu Xing was no longer the little guy who didn't understand anything nine years ago.

    Nine years is enough for him to understand the world.

    The Lord of Impermanence, one of the nine masters of the magic way, is one of the nine masters of the magic way.

    In terms of reputation…

    The other eight demons.

    Because of this senior, he likes to kill.

    How can such a few people accomplish his killing?

    So this impermanent monarch seals the memory supernatural power every hundred years and enters the mortal reincarnation.

    Whenever he appears, there will inevitably be a killing **** in the world, causing a **** storm.

    His most famous achievement is that 30 years ago, he was reincarnated as a famous general in troubled times, killing 400,000 enemy troops in a battle.

    Famous.

    Mu Xing thought: It's this one, no wonder the blood is so strong.

    The more white the eyes are: "What do you mean?"

      It's a hundred times more immortal."

    Jun Wuchang gave a cold face: "Is this very proud?"

    You can't say anything to refute for a while.

    I saw Yue Fubai stretch out his hand in front of him.

    Jun Wuchang: "What do you mean?"

    The whiter and whiter the smile was: "Today my apprentice sees you for the first time, so it makes sense not to give me a greeting?"

    Mr. Impermanence: "...I remember that nine years ago, you visited me very embarrassingly, and knocked on a high-grade magic weapon from me as a gift for your apprentice."

    The more white and shocked he looked at him: "You remember what happened nine years ago so clearly? Can you not be so stingy as a person?"

    Mr. Wuchang: "…"

    "Let's talk about it!" The more straightforward, the more confident, "That time I was congratulating me on my apprenticeship. This time it is for my precious apprentice, it's not the same thing at all!"