Rebirth of the Seven Colorful Divine Body

In a mountain range in the Divine Realm, a group of black-clothed men were besieging a man in white......

After several rounds of attacks, the man in white was already scarred and covered in blood, and he was half-kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood.

"Motian, you and I have known each other for ten thousand years, I treat you like a brother, you are my most trusted person, you are already a high deputy sect master, why do you still poison me so much?"

"Hahaha...... Ridiculous, Auron, do you really think of me as a brother? Maybe I'm a figure in front of others, but what am I in front of you?

"Motian, count me Aolong blind and see the wrong person, you must have premeditated, right? Even the top ten elders of the sect have been bought, hahaha...... "

Aolong is grief-stricken, but his most trusted brother is the one who framed him, his heart is dripping blood, could it be that Motian knows the secret? Thinking of this Aolong seems to be a mouthful!"

Aolong, I'll let you die to understand, I deliberately let you save me for 10,000 years, I have endured humiliation for 10,000 years for the sake of that legendary god, and today I am going to achieve my goal, hahaha!"

"Despicable and shameless, you can't die a good death, even if you know this secret, I won't let you succeed, you will die of this heart!"

Aolong looked around, that familiar eyes, familiar faces, once proud of the characters, today raised a knife to each other, what a sad thing, I can't imagine that my Aolong is going to die at the hands of his brother today, the pain of the heart like a knife is spontaneous.

"Elders, Aolong has been seriously injured, everyone help me capture him alive, remember not to hurt his soul!"

"Proud Dragon Sect Master, offended!" After

speaking, the ten elders glanced at each other and joined the battle, and suddenly the thunder rolled between the heavens and the earth, the dark clouds were thick, and all kinds of spells were intertwined, full of colors and very spectacular.

The dragon was knocked away again and again, and it was terrible to see, and the sword wounds on his body were deep and visible. Aolong already knew that he would definitely die today, and since he was going to die, he would have to pull a few cushions.

"Hahaha...... Hahaha...... "

With a few laughs from Aolong, Motian and they stopped attacking, and a breath of death rose from the bottom of everyone's hearts, and Motian's face was hideous, and he retreated unconsciously.

"It's not good, run!" Motian

turned around and fled, he didn't care about anything else, and everything was empty talk without ......

life"Boom!" A

huge mushroom cloud rose into the air, and a radius of thousands of miles was instantly razed to the ground, and the self-explosion of a peerless master can be imagined, at this moment, the divine realm was shaken, and one by one the hidden powerhouses opened their eyes at the same time to explore the reason ............

Outside a dilapidated thatched hut in the secular world, a twelve-year-old boy was struggling to chop wood, tall, skinny, dark-skinned, sweaty on his face, and his hands were covered with calluses.

His name is Mu Feng, he is the third son of the head of the Mu family, the three major martial arts families in Nanyang City today, when he was eight years old, the talent test results of a waste made this eight-year-old child lose the treatment of the young master, and since then he has lived a life like servitude, cutting wood and carrying water every day, because of his small strength, he often attracts beatings because the water he picks is not enough, and even has no food for several days.

Mu Feng picked up the chopped firewood and piled it up one by one, looked at the firewood pile moved by a hill in front of him, Mu Feng smiled bitterly, wiped his sweat and sat on the ground.

"Hey, waste, you're lazy again, and your skin is itchy again, isn't it?"

a burly man walked in with a few guards with weapons.

Mu Feng stood up violently, not even daring to raise his head.

"Waste, I saw you sitting there from afar, lazy, I haven't taught you a lesson for a few days, and you have forgotten your duty?"

"Steward Liu, I'm not lazy!" Mu Feng pointed to the pile of firewood again.

"Hmph, I said you're lazy, you're lazy, call me.

With the order of the strong man Steward Liu, the guards punched and kicked Mu Feng.

Where did a twelve-year-old child be beaten by those Mu family guards who had good cultivation, Mu Feng rolled in pain, and fainted after a while.

"Hmph, don't be shocked, let's go!" Steward

Liu kicked Mu Feng, and when he found that he was indeed dizzy, he beckoned the guards to leave with a swagger.

I don't know how long it took, a gust of cold wind blew, Mu Feng shivered and woke up, well, it was already the middle of the night.

"Oops!"

Mu Feng just stood up and fell down again, he was paralyzed by the cold just now, and now he realized the pain of piercing his heart through the bones all over his body.

Mu Feng grabbed the small wood on the ground, supported it and slowly moved towards the thatched house, and when he got to the house, Mu Feng took out the bone-setting medicine given by his eldest brother Mu Qing in the early years and wiped it up. After wiping the medicine, Mu Feng curled up in a corner of the house, grabbed the straw and covered his body to rest.

The cold wind in winter was whistling, and the dilapidated thatched houses were full of holes, but they couldn't stop the invasion of the cold wind, and they shivered in the cold.

The morning sun shines through the roof on Mu Feng, who is curled up in the corner, and then looks at Mu Feng, his body is still trembling with his eyes closed, he falls asleep like this every day, it can be seen how much he has suffered, and all this happened to this twelve-year-old child.

"Gollum!" Mu

Feng's stomach began to rebel, hunger forced Mu Feng to wake up from his sleep, Mu Feng touched his stomach, hey, I haven't eaten Doshi for more than a day, I'm so hungry, I guess I won't have anything to eat in the past few days.

Mu Feng turned over the straw and stood up, well, it's much better, the effect of Mu Feng's ancestral bruising medicine given by the eldest brother is really good.

I have to go up the mountain to chop wood, Mu Feng drank a spoonful of water and picked up the firewood knife against hunger and walked out of the door, Mu Feng is used to starving days, just don't think about it, if you don't chop wood, then there will be no food.

"Selling steamed buns, freshly baked big meat buns, a penny a ......"

Mu Feng stood on the edge of the steamed bun shop, staring at the steamed buns on the steamer, gurgling and drooling.

"Yo, isn't this the waste young master of the Mu family? What? I want to eat steamed buns, take the money, if I don't have any money, get out of here, don't hinder my business."

Mu Feng touched the empty pocket, and left while looking at the steamer, his eyes were full of reluctance, Mu Feng couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten meat.

At this time, a little girl about seven or eight years old in the bun shop walked up to Mu Feng, who was about to leave, holding two buns.

"Big brother, give!"

Mu Feng stared at the bun, and then looked at the little girl, his eyes were full of embarrassment and surprise, and his hand unconsciously stretched out to the bun.

"Thank you!"

the little girl smiled and turned to walk into the bun shop. Mu Feng held the bun in both hands and looked at the back of the little girl leaving, with a grateful look written on his face.

"Waste, come over to me.

Mu Feng turned to look at the source of the voice, huh, Mu Fan? Mu Feng took a few steps back in cringe............

Mu Fan is the eldest son of Mu Feng's second uncle, two years older than Mu Feng, and often looks for Mu Feng Lele from time to time, this Lele is actually to play Mu Feng for fun, seeing Mu Fan is more afraid than seeing ghosts, and I can't wait to run as far as I can. Now he is deeply loved by the Council of Elders, and his cultivation has reached the Nine Heavens of the Martial Arts, and he is only one step away from the realm of the day after tomorrow, and he is one of the best geniuses in Nanyang City.

Mu Feng vaguely remembered that his eldest brother once said that the strength of martial arts cultivation was divided, martial artists, acquired martial artists, and innate martial artists, and each realm was divided into nine heavens. In the Mu family, most of them are martial artists, and the acquired martial artists are less than the number of hands, and as for the innate martial artists, there is only one father, and it is also a congenital one. If the talent is not enough, then he will not be able to step into the innate martial artist for the rest of his life, and the innate martial artist is the dream of all martial arts cultivators.

The eldest brother loves Mu Feng very much and has cared for him since he was a child, but when Mu Feng was six years old, he suddenly disappeared, and he didn't know where to go.

"Oh, there are still buns to eat?"

Mu Feng hurriedly grabbed the buns, for fear of being snatched by Mu Fan.

Mu Fan made a look, a guard rushed up and kicked Mu Feng is face, Mu Feng fell a dog and ate, and the two buns got out of their hands and rolled out.

"Pick it up and eat it for me right away, otherwise...... Hmph!" Mu Fan ordered with a sinister and cunning face.

Looking at the mud-stained bun, Mu Feng's face was full of anger, his clenched fists gurgled, Mu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.

"Mu Fan, you deceive people too much, I fought with you.

Mu Feng grabbed the firewood knife and rushed towards Mu Fan, but before he could reach the front, he was kicked by the guards again, and Mu Feng lay on the ground, his head bleeding.

Mu Fan walked up to Mu Feng and squatted down and grabbed Mu Feng's chin, aren't you very good? You can't even beat one of my guards, what qualifications do you have to fight with me?"

"Bah!"

Mu Fan touched the hot saliva on his face, and stared at Mu Feng as if he was going to eat someone.

"Okay, good, you dare to spit on me?"

"Someone, drag this waste to the cliff outside the city and throw it down to feed the wild dogs." The

crowd of people passing by on the street gathered around here, pointing and pointing, watching Mu Feng being dragged out of the city by two guards, and no one dared to stand up and say a word.

"Mu Fan, you brute, as long as I Mu Feng doesn't die today, I must make you die well!"

Mu Feng cursed constantly, and the two guards were indifferent at all, letting Mu Feng vent.

"Die!" Mu

Feng fell quickly, closed his eyes, and only heard the whirring sound of air resistance rubbing against his clothes, breaking the intestines of the cliff, the cliff broke the intestines, and no one could survive the hundreds of meters of cliff falling.

With a bang, Mu Feng fell to the bottom of the cliff, and was torn apart, and there was no corpse to die, which was unbearable.

Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared in the sky, falling from above the nine heavens and entering Mu Feng's shattered body.

A strange scene began to happen, Mu Feng's corpse fragments began to gather and reorganize, and after a while, Mu Feng was lying intact at the bottom of the cliff, his face began to be ruddy, his heartbeat recovered, and his breathing returned to ............