When Jiuwu Guiyi said this, his face was full of bitterness and helplessness, but there was also perseverance and determination in his eyes. He had obviously made up his mind, and it was not just words. This made Mu Zekun's heart tremble. All his feelings about the Ninth Five-Year Plan were completely disrupted and reordered. This person whom he had hated and hated his whole life, turned out to be not all hateful, but also had such shining points!
At least Jiuwu Guiyi is by no means a selfish person. He also knows how to make sacrifices. Although it is for his own children and grandchildren, it is still valuable.
"Why are you looking at me like this? What on earth do you mean? Give me a fucking sweet word!" Mu Zekun looked at Jiuwu Guiyi, who was a little embarrassed. His face was stern and he shouted angrily.
"Are you really willing to sacrifice your own life to break this Immortal Prison Tower?"
"Fuck your mother! I will only do this unless I am mentally ill. This... Isn't this all forced by that surnamed Ping!"
Jiuwu Guiyi jumped and yelled. If this had happened before, Mu Zekun would have slapped him with a slap in the face. However, at this moment, Mu Zekun not only was not angry, but he was also dissatisfied with Jiuwu Guiyi. I have a good impression of him, and even think that he is a bit cute when he jumps and scolds.
A rare smile appeared on Mu Zekun's face. In more than two hundred years, this was definitely the first time he smiled at the Nine-Five Guiyi. Jiuwu Guiyi was obviously not used to it. He raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Are you going to die when you see me? Do you feel so beautiful? I tell you, I am ready to fight for my life, but you don't want to live either! Break this bullshit prison After the Immortal Tower, you have to be responsible for entangling Ping so that our children can have enough time to escape! Humph... I think that Ping has reached the second level of human immortality. You can deal with it all by yourself. If you fall in love with him, your death may be worse than mine!"
"Hey! It seems you have planned everything?" The smile on Mu Zekun's face became even brighter.
Jiuwu Guiyi's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at Mu Zekun and said, "Old man, we have been fighting for our whole lives, and we both hate each other to death. I know this! But to be honest, I still admire you a little, at least you I’m not afraid of death! I’ll break this Immortal Prison Tower in a moment, so don’t slap your ass and run away, otherwise I will look down on you even if I die!”
"Hmph! Could it be that I will make you look down upon me?"
Hearing what Mu Zekun said, Jiuwu Guiyi nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand at him, and said, "Stand far away and don't hinder me in my luck. Grandma, I have been in this nest for more than a hundred years. I thought I could step into the Immortal Garden with my head held high, but who would have thought that I would fall into the hands of this bastard named Ping? It’s his grandma’s back!”
Jiuwu Guiyi cursed angrily and slowly raised his palm. The surging immortal energy surged loudly in his palm, and there was a faint red light coming out of it. An extremely powerful power, with a burst of determination, Slowly circulated.
This Nine-Five Return to One is indeed straightforward, and he will not be sloppy when he makes up his mind. This actually activates the skill of sacrificing one's life.
If this happened in the past, Mu Zekun would definitely have clapped his hands in celebration, but now, with the change in his perception of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, he was a little reluctant to die.
The two of them were born in the same era and have been fighting each other all their lives. They know and are familiar with each other even more than they know themselves and their families. Human feelings are so strange. Sometimes if you hate too much or for a long time, you will develop an unusual intimacy between each other. This feeling is difficult to explain, but it is real.
When Mu Zekun watched Jiuwu Guiyi perform his self-sacrifice technique, his heart seemed to have lost something and suddenly became empty. An extremely strong feeling of loneliness arose, making it impossible for him to just sit back and watch!
Mu Zekun suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiuwu Guiyi's arm, and shook it hard. The immortal energy that Jiuwu Guiyi had just gathered suddenly went awry and dissipated, and the self-sacrifice skill naturally stopped.
Jiuwu Guiyi, who was concentrating and holding his breath to welcome his last moment, was clearly shaken. His old face showed a moment of shock at first, and then a rage like a mountain roaring and a tsunami emerged!
There may be people in this world who are not afraid of death, but even people who are not afraid of death need to muster up the courage and make some preparations before they die, and Guiyi Ninth Five-Year Plan is no exception. He finally made up his mind, and gritted his teeth to use the self-sacrifice skill, but was suddenly interrupted by Mu Zekun. It was like sitting on the toilet and exerting all his strength, but only farted. Looking forward to it The long-standing desire to urinate was instantly evaporated. Who could not be annoyed by this
"You bastard Mu Zekun, what are you doing!?" Jiu Wugui roared, almost shattering Mu Zekun's eardrums alive.
Mu Zekun dug his ears, coughed slightly, and said, "What are you yelling about? Aren't I reluctant to let you die?"
"You... what did you say?" Jiuwu Guiyi also picked up his ears, but he was not shocked. He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. Otherwise, how could Mu Zekun, who hated him to death, say this? What about this case
Mu Zekun shook his head and sighed, "Nine-five is the same. I just discovered today that you are actually not that annoying. Since we have been fighting for more than two hundred years, I think we should continue fighting. How lonely I would be if you just left!"
"Get the fuck out of here!!" Before Mu Zekun could even finish his words, Jiuwu Guiyi roared like crazy again. His eyes were all red, and he just wanted to pounce on him and tear off a piece of flesh from Mu Zekun's body.
"I don't care if you are fucking lonely or not, I want to save my children and grandchildren! If you have a brain disease, go get it cured quickly and don't harm me here!"
Seeing that Jiuwu Guiyi was really anxious, Mu Zekun said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, don't be anxious first! I know you want to save your descendants, and I want to save them too. But it's not necessarily necessary to save them." It’s our fate!”
"Do you have any other ideas?" Jiuwu Guiyi calmed down a little.
Mu Zekun looked at the top of the mountain, frowned and said, "Whether it's the Immortal Prisoner Tower or the one with the surname Ping, I'm afraid we can't handle it. However, we are not the only ones here, there is also Wandong! He is designated to deal with people named Ping!"
Jiuwu Guiyi thought that Mu Zekun could come up with some good ideas, but he didn't expect that it was Wandong again. After Jiu Wugui heard this, his head shook like a rattle, and he pointed at Mu Zekun and said, "Old man, I think you are getting better and better! You actually put your last hope in a hairless person." You're such a faded brat, have you really been kicked in the head by a donkey?"
"Wandong is not a brat who hasn't lost his hair yet! I know that before you see him with your own eyes, you won't believe anything I say. I will only say one thing: I am definitely no match for him now. !”
"You... are you kidding?" Mu Zekun's solemn expression made Jiuwu Guiyi stunned. From what he knew, Mu Zekun didn't seem to be a person who liked to talk nonsense.
Mu Zekun glared at him and was too lazy to answer his question. He frowned and said, "Now we can only place our hope on Wandong. But Wandong is now in the ancestral realm of the Mu family, and I am trapped in prison." Under the Immortal Tower, Tiannan was blocked by Ping again. No one sent a message to Wandong, so how could he come to save us? "
"After talking for a long time, we still have to find a way to break the Immortal Prisoner Tower first!" Jiuwu Guiyi quickly thought of the key to the problem and said in a deep voice.
"This Immortal Prison Tower can trap our physical bodies, but I don't know if it can trap our spiritual consciousness..."
"What, can your Mu family's ancestral world be opened through your spiritual consciousness?" Jiuwu Guiyi's mind suddenly shook.
"Of course! Can't the ancestral realm of your Ninth Five Family be used?"
Jiuwu Guiyi shook his head in both envy and depression.
Mu Zekun chuckled and said proudly, "It seems that our ancestors of the Mu family are more powerful!"
"Bah!... Okay, okay, hurry up and try it!" Jiuwu Guiyi was naturally dissatisfied. He wanted to argue, but he thought that Jiuwu Hui Qiu and Jiu Wu Xiongba were still in danger, so he didn't think so. After thinking about it, he waved his hands and urged.
Mu Zekun didn't waste any more time and immediately sat down cross-legged, narrowing his eyes slightly. Within a moment, Jiuwu Guiyi felt a subtle mental fluctuation, and slowly moved towards the jade tower of Prisoner Immortal Tower.
Jiuwuguiyi's heart suddenly rose to his throat. Although he is not afraid of death, he doesn't want to die casually. It would be best if he doesn't die.
Mu Zekun's consciousness was getting closer to Bimang little by little, and his heart was beating faster and faster. As for his breathing, he had already held it.
When Mu Zekun's consciousness finally touched Bimang, Jiuwuguiyi's heart felt as if it was suddenly clenched tightly by an invisible big hand, making him tremble involuntarily. A drop before The sweat drops that had reached the tip of my nose fell down smoothly.
"It's over!"
In about one breath, Mu Zekun's consciousness finally passed through Bimang and arrived outside the Immortal Prisoner Tower. However, this one breath was as long as a century here in Jiuwu Guiyi. The moment his spiritual consciousness passed through the green light, Mu Zekun couldn't help but let out a loud shout in his heart.
As expected, this Immortal Prisoner Tower can only trap people, but it cannot trap spiritual consciousness!
As soon as Mu Zekun's spiritual consciousness passed through the Immortal Prisoner Tower, it immediately spread toward the peak at an astonishing speed.
Jiuwu Guiyi's mind, which had just been relaxed, suddenly became tense again. He still couldn't believe that a young boy with the surname Ping could handle him. If Wandong is summoned, Wandong turns out to be a loser. The huge gap between hope and disappointment is by no means so easy to bear.
"Hehe... You have become a prisoner, and you still refuse to stop?"
Just when Mu Zekun's spiritual consciousness was rapidly advancing towards the top of the mountain, and he was feeling extremely uneasy at the end of the Nine-Five Return, a strange sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of Ping Sihai's mouth. He pointed his right hands together, and a bright silver streak appeared, like a fine needle. The essence suddenly shined from his fingertips.
Just when Jiuwu Guiyi realized that something was wrong, Mu Zekun, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly let out a muffled groan and vomited a mouthful of blood... (To be continued)