Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Not a good person, but it is not a villain! The words of Mu Qianxi are very sincere, and Nie Tian’s views on him can’t help but change a lot.

Moreover, Nie Tian was somewhat curious. Mu Qian said more than once that he was not a good person. Although he did not show obvious pain, he could hear the meaning of jealousy.

What did he do in the end, he actually had this mentality.

Mu Qiang now refuses to let go, Nie Tian will give up temporarily.

Moreover, the current Tianzong is not safe. It is not necessarily a good thing to let the people like Mo Ruyi come out.

Next, Mu Qianxi and Nie Tian exchanged some questions about Budo and Immortal, and each benefited.

It didn't take long for Mu Yi to come back and bring a body.

"This corpse was killed by the black man. When I arrived, he still had a sigh of relief, but unfortunately, he could not survive."

Mu Yan pointed at the body on the ground and said with a deep heart.

"Good."

Mu Qiang smiled, but the body was very hurt and could not help but cough up.

"You hurt very much?"

Mu Yan brows wrinkled, asked coldly.

"Nothing."

Mu Qiang smiled, but his face was very ugly.

"You don't move first."

Mu Mu eyes tightened, and then enter a thousand Xian Li to Mu Qian.

Mu Qianxi did not refuse. After a while, his face improved a little.

"Your body..." Mu Yan took a deep breath and seemed to notice something. Just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Mu Qian.

"It's nothing."

Mu Qianxi smiled faintly, and did not go to see Mu's reaction, but stepped forward and stared at the dead body on the ground.

Mu Mu did not know what Mu Qiang was going to do, and he quietly looked at it and did not bother to disturb.

But then, Mu Qianxi was a sharp force in the fingertips, condensed into a blade of Xianli, and directly fell toward the neck of the body.

"what are you doing?"

When Mu Mu saw it, he couldn't help but change his face and drink a low voice.

"You don't have to be nervous, it's just a body."

Mu Qianxi said while cutting the head of the body and said: "Use his head to find the murderer, I don't think he would mind."

Mu Yan’s eyes were low and a little angry, but he still had to endure.

At this time, Mu Qianxi held the head still bleeding, and the other hand placed a fairy on the forehead of the skull.

After a while, a strange scene happened, and the head seemed to be alive, and opened his eyes! "Ok?"

When Mu Xi saw this scene, he couldn’t help but stunned his eyes.

Even if she is a noble god, she has seen countless strange things, and she can’t help but be shocked.

It seems that this is the immortal martial art that Mu Qianxi practiced before.

At the beginning, Mu Qianxi was known as the first day of the day, and reached the fifth level of Xianzun at a young age, and was appointed as the next judge.

But unfortunately, Mu Qianxi personally practiced the Xianmen ban, and was eventually expelled from the Tianzong.

For a long time, Mu has been unable to understand, and the original future is a great good, why do you want to practice ban?

Until now, she still didn't want to understand! Then, Mu Qiang's palms and hearts flowed into the air, turning into a whirlpool of fairy power, lingering around the head.

Suddenly, in the whirlpool of Xianli, the picture began to appear, exactly what the head of the head saw when he died.

"You have a good look, what is the picture he finally saw?"

Mu Qianxi nodded and looked at Mu Yan, faintly said.

Mu Wei is very focused, staring at the group of Xianli vortex.

Above the vortex, a group of black people appeared, and their shape was extremely swift, like a ghost, and they were turned into a black mans in the void, and then it was a massacre.

"Do you see it clearly?"

When the picture on the vortex disappeared, Mu Qian’s face was slightly white and asked.

"I have to read it again."

Mu Yan's eyebrows are tight, cold and cold.

"it is good."

Using the ban, it is obviously very expensive for Mu Qian, but he nodded.

The second time, Mu Yu was more focused, but still found no abnormalities.

She just saw that a group of black people with different shapes slaughtered a group of 烽天宗弟子.

But all the black people are covered in black robes and can't see any valuable clues.

"Look again!"

Mu Yan’s face is low and he speaks again.

Although Mu Qianyu was very ugly, she nodded again.

Next, Mu Yan looked at it three times in a row.

In the last time, Mu Qianxi was already pale and obviously could not hold on.

"Let's an adult, if you really can't see anything, just forget it."

Nie Tian couldn’t stand it anymore and couldn’t help but say it.

But Mu Zhen seems to have discovered something, fell into meditation, and has not spoken for a long time.

"What did you find?"

Mu Qianxi saw Muyu for a long time and did not speak, could not help but ask.

"The way black people kill people is to use an extremely sinister iron chain."

Mu Hao finally spoke up and said: "I noticed that there is a black man with a fairy on the back of his palm, which seems to be a kind of curse."

"Mantra?"

Mu Qian’s brow wrinkled and asked, “What kind of curse?”

Mu Weimei trembled a little, and painted a very eccentric pattern on the palm of his hand. It looked like a coffin, very sinister.

"Ok?"

Mu Qianxi looked at the curse printed by Mu Xi, and seemed to think of something, could not help but sink.

"Do you know this curse?"

Mu Yan's face changed and asked urgently.

Mu Qianxi did not speak and was thinking.

"If I am not mistaken, this curse should be called the sorrow!"

After a long time, Mu Qianxi finally said, Shen Shen said.

"The sorrow of sorrow?"

Mu Yan looked confused and didn't know what it was.

"The sorrow of life is a horrible curse."

Mu Qiang’s gaze is slightly condensed and he said: “A person who is in the midst of a meditation will have a spell called the sacred sorcerer’s soul. His soul is imprisoned in the midst of the dynasty, but it can maintain normal people. The action only listens to the command of the curse."

"And the sorrow of the sorrow can greatly enhance the cultivation of the man of the curse, but at the expense of the annihilation of the soul of the curse."

"More importantly, the sorrow of the sorrow needs to be guided by the soul of a three-yin child."

"Children of Sanyin?"

Nie Tian and Mu Yu at the same time, in unison.

"Children born on the cloudy day of the lunar year, can not be more than six years old."

Mu Qian’s brow wrinkled and explained.

"This..." Nie Tian couldn't help but **** a cold breath and couldn't speak for a while.

He did not think that the sorcerer's sorrow was so sinister and evil, not only imprisoned the soul, but also the soul of the child.

Such a devastating means can be seen by the cursing and brutality of the cursers.

"How do you become so familiar with the scorpion?"

At this time, Mu Yan was a sinking face and asked coldly.

Mu Qianxi’s eyes could not help but shrink. Although he tried to keep calm, he still couldn’t conceal his inner panic. He decided, and finally said: “Because I have cultivated the shackles of life.”