That familiar voice made Mu Yu's whole body tremble, and all the pain in his body seemed to disappear, and his mind was completely filled with that rich voice.
"Dad?"
Mu Yu opened his eyes wide in confusion and looked towards the source of the sound.
Is that a familiar figure, even though it looks very illusory, it still looks so substantial, like a high mountain, standing behind Mu Yu, making him feel a sense of security that Ye Chang has never experienced before.
No, dead wood daddy!
Buzz!
The majestic breath swept out, rolled up the wooden feathers in the air, and rolled them to the dead wood. The dead wood pursed his lips, and his eyes were full of eagerness, and the eagerness was mixed with endless anger.
"I'm injured?"
The dead wood is still a soul, but his eyes are on fire, as if there is a volcano hidden inside, begging to be erupted and burn out any enemies who harm his son.
Mu Yu looked at the familiar face in disbelief, feeling that everything seemed like a world away. He had been working hard for so many years on whether to resurrect the person in front of him, and never gave up. After experiencing disappointment again and again, he still persisted, in his soul. The moment when Wu Xiangcuo killed Dong's leg, he still had endless regrets in his mind, regretting that he had not done that thing.
But he never expected that the father who often scolded him would appear there and save him at the critical moment!
"Dad..."
Mu Yu was speechless, his heart was roaring crazily. At that time, he clearly felt that he had many things to say to the person in front of him, tell him how guilty he was, and tell him what he had experienced in those years. , but at that moment, Mu Yu couldn't say anything.
"Whoever hurts me, he will kill him."
Deadwood's eyes flashed with anger, and the yin and yang of chaos surrounded him. The powerful power of the Mahayana stage poured out, sealing the entire void and sealing all the retreat routes of the soulless form.
The field is powerful, but the desperate situation is hopeless!
Does the entire void seem to be shrouded in all kinds of gloomy poisonous mist? The poisonous mist is extremely terrifying and pervasive. It seems that even spiritual power can be eroded by the poisonous mist and turn into a highly poisonous thing. Everything is there. There is no way Donglai can survive in a field!
"A dead tree is evergreen? I'm actually very alive?"
Hun Wuxiang, who had just stabilized his body, was also shocked. People in the world of cultivation may know that Dead Wood Evergreen is a stuttering person who uses poison, but as a member of the Soul Clan of the Three Layers Palace, he is wrong about Dead Wood Evergreen. Get to know Bu Nao again!
This is a person who even the owner of the Three Palaces, Hongjie, is afraid of three points!
Uh-huh!
The overwhelming poisonous fog has quickly enveloped Hun Wuxiang to the east. Hun Wuxiang roared furiously, and his whole body was filled with red light. Thousands of soul lanterns were spread all around, forming a red barrier in front. At the same time, the soul lanterns Countless resentful souls among them also emitted powerful light, forming huge tentacles in an instant, trying to tear open the blockade of poisonous fog.
The domain is powerful, the Thousand Lanterns Demon Seal!
Buzz!
The thighs formed by the soul lamp are extremely powerful, as if the huge waves are rolling in the river, trying to break up the overwhelming poisonous fog. However, when the red giant legs touched the green poisonous mist, the poisonous mist was not torn apart by the giant legs as expected. On the contrary, the poisonous mist directly attached to the red tentacle legs, gradually transforming them into green.
"What?"
Hun Wuxiang was filled with shock and anger. After all the poisonous mist infected the tentacle legs, those tentacle legs actually got rid of his control, and the poisonous mist quickly moved along the tentacle legs toward the soul lamps. In just one breath, more than half of the soul lamp was infected by the green poisonous mist. The resentful souls in the soul lamp let out shrill screams, seemingly unable to withstand the erosion of the poisonous mist.
Click! Click!
After all the soul lamps were corroded by the poisonous mist, they gradually became solidified. They suddenly exploded and exploded, turning into balls of green poisonous mist, making the entire hopeless and lifeless realm even larger!
Hun Wuxiang's face already showed a look of horror. He was also not in the realm of the Mahayana stage, but his domain power could not stop the dead wood's desperate situation. In the realm of the dead wood, the poisonous mist could not use the soul. If it is blocked by force, it will be assimilated and corroded by the poisonous fog and become part of the wrong party's field!
Ordinary people who use poison can easily be blocked by the spiritual power of cultivators when they use poisonous mist. However, when they practice poison to the extreme, the poisonous mist in the desperate situation can even block the spiritual power. Can't stop!
"I die!"
Deadwood stretched out its legs with murderous intent and shook it violently. The scope of the desperate situation immediately began to shrink, trapping Soul Wuxiang in it and wrapping it into a ball.
boom!
The poisonous mist dispersed, and Hun Wuxiang let out a heart-rending howl of pain. The soul power in his whole body was completely infected by the poisonous mist. The poisonous mist even invaded his body, allowing him to reveal his ferocious appearance. His face gradually became stiff, his body exploded into powder, and not even his soul escaped!
Deadwood turned around, and mysterious formations appeared in his legs again, wrapping Mu Yu's whole body. Two chaotic yin and yang, one black and one red, flowed out, intertwined with the chaotic yin and yang of Mu Yu's body, and let out a burst of A strange resonance.
"That's not the realm of the Danding Sect. Nothing will happen." Kumu's eyes were filled with worry.
Mu Yu looked at those familiar eyes, and his tight consciousness finally relaxed. There was excitement in front of his eyes, and he didn't even think about why Dad Kumu suddenly came to life. Mu Yu didn't care, he was completely People have also fallen into endless darkness...
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It feels like I have had a dream. The dream is very long, the spring is bright, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the whole world has become very beautiful.
Mu Yu slowly opened his eyes and saw familiar inscriptions intertwined with each other, emitting a soft light. There were four chaotic yin and yang rays in the air, mixed with Xiao Shuai's laughter.
There is a Xuding cauldron.
Mu Yu walked hard, as if he remembered something, he even looked around.
"woke up?"
The figure of Dead Wood slowly appeared in front of Mu Yu's eyes. Although it was illusory, it made Mu Yu feel extremely real. Mu Yu could feel the dead wood seeming relieved.
"Well, I'm awake."
Mu Yu looked at the dead wood and suddenly laughed. His smile was still so pure, just like a child who was ignorant of the world and saw the person he could rely on, as if any danger was not worth mentioning.
He thought that when he saw that person again, he would be so excited that he couldn't express his emotions, cry uncontrollably, hug him tightly, call him Dad Kumu, tell him that he would never anger him again, and pray that Kumu could live well. He must have made a mistake in obeying his father's advice and pouring out all his years of bitterness...
But the moment Muyu saw Kumu, he found that many of his pretentious thoughts disappeared instantly. He was not that optimistic person, and Kumu was not that rigorous Kumu. Even the greetings were so casual, as if we left yesterday and will meet again tomorrow. It's the same, nothing has changed.
In front of that good-looking person, Mu Yu couldn't be pretentious.
Mu Yu chuckled. He had thought about many things before, so he couldn't wait to tell Kumu when he woke up. Tell him what he was doing in those years, how much he missed him, and whether he could not help but say the words when they came to his lips. into a familiar tone.
The two of them just stared at each other, each trying to see something in the other person's eyes, as if they were meeting again after being cut off by vast distances of time and space, familiar people and familiar eyes.
Kumu opened his mouth, as if begging for something to say, then pressed his head to the east and said simply: "It's okay."
He is not good at saying provocative words, nor is he good at expressing his emotions. Even if he is worried, he will keep his words simple.
Mu Yu just walked like that, looking at the dead wood. He was very worried whether it was a dream. The stubborn old man was back, and whether it was what he dreamed of. Could it be that he felt it was unreal? He wanted to see it a few more times to confirm that it was not true. No a dream.
"Did I see what he was doing?" Kumu looked away. He seemed to be avoiding something, and seemed a little uncomfortable.
Mu Yu held Dongba up with his legs and said uncertainly: "He doesn't know either. Please, can I scold him?"
Kumu frowned: "What did he scold me for?"
"Zhen feels that if I don't scold him, something is missing. He doesn't feel like me." "Muyu touched his nose.
Kumu said angrily: "Does it mean that in my heart he is just a person who likes to curse?"
Mu Yu tilted his head and thought for a long time, rolled his eyes a few times, and then nodded: "No!"
"I-"
Deadwood looked a little annoyed.
After a long silence, Kumu suddenly asked: "So...does what I said before count?"
"What are you talking about?" Mu Yu didn't respond.
"Just me... I called him... I said..." Kumu hesitated, his voice seemed a little lacking in confidence.
"Why did I stutter again?" Mu Yu asked curiously.
Kumu stared at Mu Yu angrily, as if he was begging to rush over and give Mu Yu a slap on the back of the head, but he remembered something and held back forcefully.
"Forget it, just pretend he didn't say anything." Kumu said with dark eyes.
Mu Yu said in confusion: "Dad, why do I feel weird?"
Kumu suddenly raised his head and looked at Mu Yu, as if he heard something that surprised him, his eyes actually lit up with a hint of hope.
Mu Yu suddenly blushed and laughed: "Oh, he knows if I want to ask him if he recognizes my father?"
"He doesn't care about those things." Kumu snorted impatiently, trying hard to pretend to be indifferent, a typical desperate attempt to save face.
"No, he cares. He cares. Before I left last time, I said that what I wanted most was a son. I somehow treated him as a son, and he also agreed inexplicably. How could I go back on my word?" Mu Yu? He chuckled.
A smile appeared on the corner of Kumu's mouth, but he quickly covered it up, straightened his face, and snorted softly: "Smooth talk, when can we let him worry less?"
Mu Yu touched his head and found that the injuries all over his body had healed, the spiritual power outside his body was stronger, and his whole person became lively and very comfortable.
"Isn't it normal for a father to worry about his son?" Mu Yu let out a sigh of relief. The big black and big red and the little black and the little red in the air were rushing back and forth against the little handsome boy, and the sound of play spread throughout the whole place. Xuding.
Kumu's expression changed, but he didn't refute anything.