"Um,"

"Breakthrough?" The old man said without a name.

"Yeah, it's a breakthrough."

"Good boy, I have arrived at the realm of King Wu in just a short time, and my future is promising..."

Wuming smiled and said embarrassedly: "Where...whether, grandpa, you have over the award."

The old man glared at Wuming and said, "Do you think I, the old man, look like a lie?"

"Hehe... doesn't look like...no...no...no..."

I have lived for a hundred years. Although I have no extraordinary talent in martial arts, I have seen many geniuses, but you are the most talented person I have ever met.

"Is this a beast pill?"

"Yeah, I just hunted a giant golden snake python, and the beast pill has a great effect on the human body, so I took out the beast pill and gave it to Mo Xuan for it."

The old man patted Wuming on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, I'm not wrong with you."

"What's wrong? Why don't you give Mo Xuan to take it?" the old man looked at Wuming and said.

"That...that...how do you feed it...Mo Xuan was asleep and the beast pill could not be swallowed up at all."

"Haha...haha, that one?" the old man squeezed at Wuming.

"Hmm? That?" Wuming was confused.

The old man smiled brightly, "You really don't know, haha...haha..."

"Ah, no...no...this is not possible."

"Then you just watch Mo Xuan keep sleeping. You promised me that you would take care of Xuan'er for me."

"Yes, I promised to take care of Xuan'er for you, but...this..."

"What's there to do but..., can you let me feed me?" the old man said angrily.

Wuming nodded.

Swallowed the beast pill in his mouth and slowly approached Mo Xuan. Wuming could hear his heartbeat: "Bang...bang..."

"You are so happy, why are you standing there?" the old man said hurriedly.

Wuming looked at the old man, then looked at Mo Xuan who was sleeping. His cheeks were as white as they had been portrayed. He kissed him and spitted the beast pill in his mouth into Mo Xuan's mouth. At the moment of kissing Mo Xuan, a warm feeling suddenly wrapped Wuming. He seemed to be in a sea of ​​flowers, and the feeling was soft and slippery, with thousands of blood holes open.

"What?" Wuming said in his heart. He found that a seven-color ball was flashing constantly in the sea of ​​divine burials. "What is this? Why have I never noticed that before?"

Wuming stood in an illusory space, but he didn't know that a strange phenomenon had happened outside.

The sky suddenly changed, and dark clouds enveloped the sky. The earth seemed to be trapped in the darkness. Storms and thunder were raging. Those immersed factions and old antiques were awakened by this vision. Countless eyes in the darkness looked at the concrete images in the sky.

On the one hand, Wuming was still immersed in it, and the seven-color ball flew away from the Divine Burial Sea and flew towards the scroll, "Oh...oh..." A crisp sound came from the scroll, and then a fire phoenix flew out, swelling with flames all over his body. "Oh..." crawled into Mo Xuan's body, disappeared, and the sky returned to calm.

Cave, "Haha..., boy is so good. Even the fire phoenix has been awakened. A storm is about to hit the Bingpod Continent... Haha... Haha..."

On the top of the mountain, "Who? Why did this vision cause? Alas, is it another catastrophe?"

Wuming woke up and saw the old man lying on the ground, he quickly walked to the old man, "Grandpa...Grandpa...What's wrong with you?"

"Ahem...hem..."

"You're awake, it's so good...why are you? Why did you faint?"

The nameless general helped the old man up, and the old man sat down, "I don't know either. I saw a beam of light just now, and then I knew nothing?"

"A beam of light?"

"Well, yes, just a flash of light, I know nothing?"

"Grandma...Grandma...Grandma..." Mo Xuan, who was sleeping, suddenly shouted.

"Xuan...xuan...xuan..." The old man walked to the bed excitedly, took Mo Xuan's hand and shouted, his face full of tears.

"Grandpa... Grandpa... Look at why you still cry? How old are you, you still... still crying," Mo Xuan said weakly.

"Grandpa didn't cry, grandpa didn't cry, grandpa was just too happy," the old man wiped the corners of his eyes and said.

"Oh, by the way, Wuming is here,"

The old man pointed at Wuming and said to Mo Xuan: "Xuan'er, this is Wuming. Thanks to Wuming, you can wake up. Thank him quickly."

Mo Xuan looked at Wuming and seemed to have some difficulty getting up from the bed, saying: Thank you, for taking care of me and grandpa, thank you.

Wuming was a little shy and kept touching his head with his hands, "You're welcome... You're welcome... I didn't help me? You're still weak now, so lie down and rest for a while."

Mo Xuan smiled, "Yes", and then lay down.

Wuming walked out, opened his arms, closed his eyes and exhaled, and said, "Ah, it's so comfortable."

Opening his eyes and looking at everything in front of him, the ancient trees in the sky, the turbulent rivers, and the towering mountains, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic in my heart, "Mo Xuan woke up, it's time to leave, but I'm really reluctant to let it go, hehe...hehe..."

On the top of the mountain, Wuming sat down with his eyes closed.

The purple light wrapped Wuming in it. Wuming clasped his hands together, blending his body and mind with nature. His energy continued to gather from all over the place, rushing into Wuming's body, and finally gathered in the sea of ​​divine burial along the meridians.

"Uh? It's it again, the seven-color ball, what is this? Why didn't you find it in the past? Let's take a look first."

I saw the true energy surrounding the seven-color balls, and the seven-color balls kept flashing without any change.

"What, no, so that's it?"

I saw that the true qi returned along the original path of the meridians after being wrapped around the seven-color ball for a period of time, and the true qi became purer and denser, and kept nourishing the whole body back and forth.

Wuming was secretly happy, "Is it because of this seven-color ball that breaks through so quickly, but what exactly is this?"

"I don't want to think about it anymore, no matter what it is, it will be beneficial to me now, and there will be no harm."

It was not until night fell that Wuming walked towards the thatched hut.

When I opened the door, I saw that Mo Xuan didn't know what he said to the old man and laughed happily.

"I'm back," Mo Xuan and grandfather said at the same time.

Wuming looked at the two of them in a daze, silent, not knowing what to say.

"Haha...haha... My Xuan'er is quite good at caring about people," said the old man.

Mo Xuan's face turned red, he glanced at Wuming and lowered his head, muttering in a low voice, "Grandpa, you will make fun of me."

Haha, haha... The thatched huts by the river were full of joy, but I didn't know that a danger was getting closer.
Chapter completed!