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"The mentor and apprenticeship between you and me, isn't it over long ago?"

While Yun Lang laughed, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and he punched directly towards Mu Yun.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yun knew that to continue speaking, it was just a series of nonsense, only a killer could solve the matter.

Seeing Yun Lang killing, Mu Yun suddenly thought of the little bit between the two in the past, and his mind flashed, expelling all those pictures.

"Blood crystal burst!"

A roar fell, and suddenly, Mu Yun dragged out his hands, a blood crystal condensed from blood nucleus and blood beads, at this moment, directly rushed out.

The blood crystal exploded. Since reaching the **** realm, he has never used it.

This is the first time, after devouring the soul-guarding talent of the Blood Owl clone, this is the first time to perform such a stunt.

Mu Yun was sure at this moment that this blow was enough to kill Yun Lang.

boom……

Suddenly, a roar sounded, and suddenly, a deafening roar filled the whole hall at this moment.

The hall that originally seemed to be neat was destroyed at this moment. The entire hall was full of strong blood and violent swallowing power.

"what……"

Suddenly, a scream spread.

Listen carefully, that scream is from Yun Lang.

The blood crystal burst open, and the sound of chick chick lala sounded, sending out a series of blood arrows, piercing Yun Lang's body layer by layer.

Bloody, a **** smell, passed on at this moment.

Mu Yun looked at that figure, his brows wrinkled slightly, but in the end, without moving, he watched Yun Lang's body disappear into the blood crystal explosion.

He once attracted the blood to condense the blood beads, and the explosive power was terrifying.

Later, the blood nucleus was obtained and merged into the body, so that the blood nucleus and the blood beads were combined to become blood crystals, and an explosion of blood crystals was even more powerful.

What's more, he still incorporates the soul guarding talent of the blood owl clone, the bloodline is strengthened, and the power of the blood crystal burst is completely beyond the limit.

Yun Lang's entire body disappeared in the explosion, but at this moment, his right hand was quietly floating in front of Mu Yun.

"It's mine, it's always mine, you can't take it away!"

Mu Yun's palm, lightly touch.

Om...

But at this moment, in the hall, suddenly, a light flickered, and the right hand turned out to be silent. At this moment, it moved on its own and returned to the mural.

Mu Yun's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to grab it, but immediately afterwards, his figure also disappeared in the hall.

The next moment, Mu Yun looked around, very cautious.

This seems to be the world within the mural.

It's just that in this world, I can't feel any sense of touch.

The clothes are clearly moving, but there is no wind and coldness. The sun is shining brightly, but there is no warmth of the sun.

It's weird!

Mu Yun stood on the ground and looked around.

Here, there are rows of thatched huts standing still. If you look carefully, there are no more, no less, a total of 18 thatched huts.

Mu Yun stepped forward and looked at the eighteen thatched huts, only to find a big difference.

Except for the first thatched hut, all thatched huts in the other rooms have their doors locked.

Mu Yun walked outside the first thatched house and opened the door to enter the courtyard.

"anyone there?"

Looking at the house, Mu Yun couldn't help but speak.

However, no one answered.

Mu Yun saw that his right hand, at this moment, was lying quietly on the stone table in the middle of the courtyard, motionless.

"anyone there?"

Mu Yun shouted again, but no one paid any attention.

He shook his head and walked to the table, his palm touching the right hand.

"If you don't want to die, you'd better not move!"

At this moment, a slightly indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

With a creak, the door of the thatched house opened, and a man in a black figure stepped out.

The man has white hair, like white snow, reflecting gold and silver light in the sun, and his handsome face looks like a young man in his early twenties. He wears a loose white gown with his hands behind him, making him seem very indifferent.

What attracted Mu Yun the most was his white hair, very handsome.

"I just asked if anyone!"

Mu Yun turned to look at this person, and said, "Since you are here, then I will leave!"

When the words fell, Mu Yun's palm was about to touch that right hand, but the man opened his mouth and said, "I don't want to die, leave something behind!"

Hearing this, Mu Yun smiled and said: "Sorry, this is my thing, why should I stay?"

"yours?"

The white-haired man sneered and said, "Do you know how many people want this thing? You said it was yours? How do you prove it?"

"Simple!"

Mu Yun smiled and said: "I can cause it to react!"

Mu Yun said, waving his left hand and staring at the right hand with his left eye. Suddenly, the right hand, which was originally quietly placed on the table, was suspended at this moment, even with a hint of rejoicing.

The white-haired man was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

"who are you?"

The white-haired man looked at Mu Yun and shouted: "This is the arm of Mu Yun's prince, how could you provoke it? Impossible!"

"who are you?"

Mu Yun asked back: "This is my secret, naturally I can't tell you!"

"Your secret?"

With a wave of the white-haired man's palm, Mu Yun suddenly felt a tyrannical aura swept into his body, sealing off all the power in his body.

At this moment, he couldn't communicate with anyone at all.

The person in front of you, strong!

Very strong, very strong!

But Mu Yun didn't want to sit still.

Even though Zhu Xian Tu and Sacred Stele could not be activated, he still had blood talent.

A swallowing breath suddenly surged.

"Huh? Shepherd bloodline talent swallowed? Are you a member of the shepherd?"

The white-haired man suddenly stopped and looked at Mu Yun, becoming more confused.

"That's it!"

Mu Yun panted at this moment, looking at the white-haired man in front of him, and said: "The herd bloodline talent can't be copied by others, I think you should know!"

The gray-haired man frowned.

"You go!"

Suddenly, the white-haired man said: "I won't kill you, let's go!"

"Don't kill me?"

"You are a child of a herder, I won't kill you, but you don't want to take it out!"

The white-haired man said earnestly: "As a child of the herder, you should know that Muyun, the former generation of Tianjiao of your herder, belongs to him, and I won't give it to anyone who comes!"

"The reason why I told you this is also because you are a shepherd. If you spread it out, I will kill you!"

"Yes, this is my thing!"

Mu Yun was laughing and crying at this moment: "I am Mu Yun!"

"Um?"

The white-haired man looked at Mu Yun with indifferent eyes, a suffocating anger, and immediately enveloped Mu Yun.

It's not that Mu Yun has never experienced fights. I don't know how many fights have been taken along the way, but the glance of the white-haired man in front of him made him cold like an ice cave.

This is a strong evil spirit that can gather how many people killed.

"nonsense!"

The white-haired man shouted: "You said you are Mu Yun? Ha ha... Your herder Prince Mu Yun is already dead, are you still lying to me?"

Mu Yun smiled and said: "Your words are contradictory. You said that Mu Yun is dead, so you are still here waiting for a dead person?"

"Naturally not!" The white-haired man hummed, "His Royal Highness will definitely return, take back his body and soul, and return to the top!"

"Didn't I come back?"

Mu Yun smiled calmly at this moment.

"Huh, don't deceive me here!" The white-haired man shouted, "To tell you the truth, I am waiting here by the order of the patriarch. The patriarch said that the prince will return, but he will return as the prince of the shepherd, you... …"

"..."

Mu Yun said silently: "How long have you been waiting here?"

"Forty thousand years!"

Forty thousand years!

Mu Yun looked at the white-haired man in front of him, shocked.

"Then, do you know that things have changed now, and it is no longer the same as before. I had a problem with flying from the Immortal Realm to the God Realm, so when I arrived at Shiba Prefecture, you waited for 40,000 years. Didn't you contact the patriarch? Ever?"

"I……"

The white-haired man was taken aback.

Looking at Mu Yun again, the white-haired man said: "If you really are Mu Yun, why don't you know who I am?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Crown Prince Muyun personally guarding Xuantian Shi, and the captain of the 9th team of the 9th squadron, Ren Shaolong!"

The white-haired man shouted: "In the old days, His Highness Mu was very familiar with the captains of the Ninth Great Master of Xuan Tianshi, and the eighty-one small captains were very familiar, but you didn't even know!"

"It's strange that I know!" Mu Yun sneered: "I am missing my soul now, and I can't remember many things before."

"Then how do I believe you?"

Ren Shaolong looked at Mu Yun, still cautious.

"It's easy too!"

Mu Yun is also helpless at this moment.

"Grandpa, please prove it to him!"

"Boy, do you still need me for such a thing?"

Mu Fengchen's figure condensed, and a sacred monument suddenly appeared, and the phantom of Mu Fengchen was clearly visible on the sacred monument.

"Old Patriarch!"

Seeing Mu Fengchen, Ren Shaolong fell to the ground with a bang, and said respectfully: "Subordinate Ren Shaolong, see the old patriarch!"

"Old Patriarch, you're not dead?"

"roll roll roll!"

Mu Fengchen cursed: "Okay, this is my grandson Mu Yun, but it's just a new face. You don't know him anymore? You're still a Xuantian!"

"Subordinates understand!"

Ren Shaolong was really shocked at the moment.

The most concealed thing for the herdsmen is the nine sacred monuments.

It is rumored that there are big secrets hidden in the nine sacred steles, which are related to the herdsmen's inheritance.

Only the descendants of the herdsmen can use the power of blood to initiate the motivating.

The Mu Yun in front of him is obviously a direct line of the Mu clan.

"See Your Highness!"

At this moment, Ren Shaolong's head is deeply buckled on the ground, and he hasn't gotten up for a long time.

"His Royal Highness Mu, the ninth brigade of Xuantianshi, and the captain of the ninth team Ren Shaolong, report to you!"

"My ninth team has a total of 118 people. When Your Highness died in the battle, there were only 18 people left in my ninth team. Later, following the order of the patriarch, he came here to hide with his right hand. , Waiting for your highness to return!"

"Ren Shaolong's protector is not strong, the crime deserves ten thousand deaths, and I ask your Highness to punish!"

Tears fell, and Ren Shaolong's figure bent down at the moment, trembling constantly.

Forty thousand years were ordered to wait, without a trace, without a trace of contact, such a wait is too painful!