Heavenly Monarch of All Times

The corpse Luo Mojun appeared, looking at the strange wounds in the chest of the ink, and shook his head helplessly.

Although he is a Mozu, his life span has been more than a thousand years, and his knowledge is much more than Nie Tian, ​​but definitely not know everything.

The ancient **** phoenix, that is the beast that existed hundreds of thousands of years ago, even if it is the corpse Luo Mojun, it is not very well understood.

After thinking about it, the scorpion Luo Mojun guessed and said: "Master, I think the wound on the hostess is healing, which is related to the phoenix soul in her body. The wound heals, indicating that the power of the phoenix soul is still there, as long as The power of the eternal Nirvana of the soul of the phoenix can be provoked, and the hostess can be resurrected."

Nie Tian nodded and nodded. At this time, the ink body was cold. In addition to the heart still beating, there was no other sign of being alive.

In this state, Nie Tian did not know how long the phoenix soul could exist.

If the soul of the phoenix is ​​gone, the ink is so dangerous.

As for the power to stimulate Nirvana, Nie Tian did not know how to start.

The phoenix is ​​the beast of the ancient times, how can Nie Tian stimulate the power of Nirvana.

"The ancient beast?" At this time, Nie Tian suddenly thought of something, and there was a surprise in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that there was indeed someone in his time in his side.

His wife, the golden dragon, the emperor!

"I will return to Tianluo City now, and ask the Emperor Xi to ask clearly. He must know how to stimulate the Nirvana of the Phoenix Soul!" Nie Tian immediately excited, and I can't wait to see Di Xi.

"Master!" Just when Nie Tian was very excited, the voice of the corpse Luo Mojun was ringing: "Tianluo City is thousands of miles away from the Sui Ling, even if it is a flight of a beast. The hostess’s current physical condition is not very good and may not be able to withstand the pains of running."

"And, the Emperor Xixi does not necessarily know how to inspire the power of Nirvana. If you rush back, I am afraid it is not appropriate."

When I heard the corpse, Nie Tian gave a slight glimpse and thought about it. "What do you say I should do?"

"Wait!" The corpse Luo Mojun paused and spit out a word, saying: "To return to the city of Luo, you have to wait for the wound on the hostess to heal. Perhaps, her wounds will heal and naturally wake up. ”

Nie Tian brows up, thinks about it, and finally nods.

He walked over to the bed and looked at the face of the city in front of him. There were too many words in his heart, but he could not speak.

At this moment, Nie Tian finally knew that the girl in front of her eyes occupied such an important position in his heart.

When he perceives the moment when the ink dies, the pain of the soul is split and remembered for life.

At that moment, Bilbao’s betrayal was even more unforgettable.

"If you are awkward, wake up. I will never let you suffer any harm!" The voice of obsessiveness can only talk to himself, and the most loved one is in front of him, but can't talk to himself.

This kind of pain is not personal experience, and it is not clear at all.

Next, Nie Tian has been guarding the ink.

During the period, Motai came many times and saw Nie Tian's expression of concentration. His eyes stared at Mo Ruyi without hesitation. He could only sigh slightly.

The next day, the ancient Ye Lingyun and others gathered outside the room.

Since Nie Tian entered the room of Mo Ruyi, he has not come out, and everyone is very worried.

"Oh!" At this time, the door of the room opened, and a familiar face appeared. Nie Tian stepped out and his face was dignified.

When Nie Tian came out, everyone’s eyes were fierce and their faces became stiff. They looked at Nie Tian incredulously and couldn’t speak.

"What's wrong?" Nie Tianqiang said, he knew that he was not good, but he didn't make everyone so wrong, as if he didn't know him.

"Nie Laodi, your hair..." The first opening of the ancients, but only half said, the following words can not be said.

Nie Tian looked at the expressions of the people, glimpsed a little, reached out and pulled a strand of hair, and fixed his eyes, it was silvery white!

Overnight, his hair was all white!

Nie Tian has a white hair all night, and she is so sentimental!

After a long time, the talents calmed down.

"Nie Laodi, ink girl, she woke up?" The ancient hesitant, asked.

Nie Tian shook her head slightly and said: "I am going back to Tianluo City."

"Back to Luocheng?" The eyes of the people are condensed, and they are unclear. At this time, it is the time for the Miwu meeting. Nie Tian returned to the city of Luo, did he not participate in the Wuhui meeting?

Nie Tian did not explain anything to everyone. It was just Shudumu Road and others. It was not allowed to fight, and it was possible to fight and fight. It was specially ordered to meet the two people, such as Long Er, Ji Tinghai, Mo Yu, and You Tian, ​​must directly admit defeat. .

To confess this, Nie Tian no longer delays and immediately goes to Tianluo City.

It must not be important for Nie Tian.

If the ink is in trouble, even if he gets the head of the military meeting, then what is the point.

This time, he just went alone, not with ink, and did not let anyone accompany him.

The wound on the ink of the body has healed, but he has not woke up.

Nie Tian did not want to wait any longer and decided to return to Tianluo immediately.

Emperor Xi is his last hope. As long as he knows how to inspire the power of Nirvana, Nie Tian must do it at any cost.

After Nie Tian appeared behind the proud swords and wings, the figure skyrocketed, between the blink of an eye, disappeared into the sky.

At the same moment when Nie Tian went to Tianluo City, the Mohist School, the Chamber of Deliberation.

In the hall, Mo Zhaojing was sitting in the hall. His body was full of breath and his eyes were chilling. Although he did not say a word, anyone could feel it. He was extremely angry.

"Nie Tian, ​​damn it!" Turkicly, Mo Zhaojing stood up fiercely, and the voice of trembling and anger echoed in the hall.

When I first knew what was going to happen, Mi Zhaojing almost thought that I had got it wrong.

The ink rain was defeated by the ink, and the ink rain sneaked heavily on the ink, and Nie Tianqiang C hands, many big forces stood up against it. This series of things happened, and the reputation and prestige of the Mohist family plummeted.

Even Nie Tian still let the ink sentence, if the ink is like a shot, he wants to let the entire Mo family bury.

In this case, Tang Yan and Meng Fanchen did not dare to say.

In the small town of Nietian District, even if he is an elder of red, he can challenge the whole Mohist with one person!

This move is tantamount to finding death!

"Ink punishment, you said, how can you survive if you are injured like ink?" Ink Zhaojing calmed down, cold and cold, and a flash of fierce light in his eyes.

The ink slammed and the throat rolled and said: "Homeowner, ink is like a rain, and D is wearing a chest, even if Nie Tian has a nine-level spirit, she can't save her. And I was already aware of it, ink. There is no breath, it is dead. But...·····

"Nothing is nothing." Before the ink punishment was finished, Mo Zhaojing interrupted coldly and screamed: "Mo Ruru is nothing but an abandonment of the Mohist family. Death will die, nothing to pity."

In the eyes of Mo Zhaojing, Mo Ruzhen is a traitor to the Mohist family, and it is better to die!