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The Demon God wants to kill Xu Mu, but he has not reached the third level for a long time.

Because he just lived like a year.

The sun, the sea, the golden dragon.

Charles stood on the edge of the Fenglei Platform, staring at the gradually fading ocean, narrowing his eyes.

Fuxi's phantom waved his fingers and moved the time wheel, so they spent ten springs, summers, autumns and winters on this wind and thunder platform that was only a few dozen meters in radius.

The sun shines, but snowflakes penetrate Charles in the sky.

So he looked back and saw that Xu Mu had woken up.

He sat cross-legged on the illusory Bagua Dao Pan, facing the word "Kan".

Charles frowned slightly, but the water level could turn into snowflakes, which he was no longer accustomed to.

Because the Taoist plate of the innate Bagua has sixty-four layers inside and outside,

Each layer has endless texts, each representing its own meaning.

When Xu Mu sat in the Kan position and moved the plate, endless texts would produce endless changes related to water, such as this falling snowflake.

For example, the blizzard a year ago.

"You're awake."

Fuxi's figure stepped out of the space and stood in front of Xu Mu.

His body was close to transparent and seemed to float away at any time.

"Um."

Xu Mu responded, and his eyes opened under his weed-like hair, full of clearness.

After nearly ten years of practice, he finally mastered the innate Bagua.

Although it is just an introduction, you can also skillfully move the divination plate. With time, you will definitely be able to master thousands of magic. All of this depends on Fuxi, who will teach it tirelessly.

"Thank you, senior."

The gossip plate under Xu Mu's butt and feet gathered together, turning into a shiny light and disappeared. He stood up and bowed, kneeled on one knee with unprecedented respect, and saluted the phantom in front of him.

Xu Mu thought this was what he should do, it was a teacher's courtesy, no matter what the other party's identity was, whether he was the Human Emperor.

“No need to be polite.”

The phantom of Fuxi slowly floated to the head of the golden dragon.

The Taoist Dharma of Time consumes extremely mana power, and coupled with the loss of using the Bagua in the past ten years, his rootless duckweed has been exhausted and may dissipate at any time.

"I'm not your teacher."

"This soul was not originally prepared for you, but was granted to you because of the demon god."

Fuxi stood on the golden dragon's head, looking at Xu Mu calmly.

Although he is a magic clone, he also has independent thinking and has not forgotten the tasks left by his original body. But now he has to devote all his skills to Xu Mu just to seal the demon god.

And he himself is a clone, that is, rootless duckweed, and cannot absorb magic power from heaven and earth.

Use some, so now the flow rate of time has returned to normal, and it is time for him to leave.

But will the growth of his disciple he has never met be hindered and he cannot master the innate gossip well?

Thinking of this, Fuxi spoke:

"Xu Mu, in the future, you will do your duty as a teacher on your behalf."

"Although he inherited my legacy, if no one answered his doubts, I was worried that he would not be able to master Lianshanyi well."

When Xu Mu heard this, he nodded solemnly:

"Senior, please rest assured. After all, this is also considered as my robbery of opportunity that belongs to him. If I meet him in the future, I will definitely teach you all the innate gossip and never hide your own personal information!"

"Well, that's good."

Fuxi nodded, he squatted down and gently stroked the long beard of the golden dragon. The touch was extremely soft, like a cloud, making him sleepy.

Xu Mu couldn't help but walk to the edge of Fenglei Platform and stood shoulder to shoulder with Charles.

I don’t know if it was because the dragon scale was too shining, or because Fuxi’s figure was too light, he needed to concentrate so that he could see a blurry shadow.

So he knew that the phantom that the Great Emperor left in the palace was about to disappear.

"If I have the fate in the future, can I see my senior again?"

Xu Mu's eyes flashed and his expression was a little worried.

His question is actually asking Fuxi whether he is dead or not.

If you can say goodbye, it means you are still alive. If you can't see it, you will die.

"I don't know either." Fuxi's phantom sighed, "I used to disperse magic power and leave me here, let me stay and teach the successors, but I didn't expect to meet you."

"And after that, he left and never came back to find me."

"What did he do?" Xu Mu's eyes were slightly condensed. He was curious about what was going on. The emperor needed to teach future generations in this way, just like entrusting an orphan.

"What did you do?" Fuxi's lower body became transparent, and his last shadow also became nothing. "I can't remember it either."

"If you are destined to be goodbye, remember what you said."

Xu Mu's face was stunned, because Fuxi's figure had completely dissipated in this space.

The human emperor who had taught him for ten years finally dissipated.

But the dragon is still there.

Before Xu Mu could be sad, Charles quickly drifted into his body, because the golden dragon was staring at them fiercely with its fierce eyes as bright as the sun.

"Isn't he also a phantom? Why didn't he disappear?"

Charles was a little uneasy. This dragon was Fuxi's mount and stayed quietly in this space for ten years. Whenever it was Fuxi's turn to conceal the Eight Trigrams for Xu Mu, he would hold the word "Li" and swim freely with the endless sea water.

Xu Mu's eyes were slightly condensed, and he stared at the other party silently, neither of them allowed to give in, as if they were competing.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xu Mu spoke:

"The golden dragon is holding fire and wandering in the sea. Now Fuxi is no longer there, and the Bagua disappears. What else do you have to do here?"

A thousand times longer than his body, his beard flipped in the sky, and the sacred dragon looked indifferent and did not answer the question.

A human, dares to talk to him like this?

So the golden dragon was a little angry, and the scales on his body were flashing with golden light, and his huge mouth was slightly opened, as if he wanted to swallow Xu Mu at any time.

This scared Charles.

But for some reason, perhaps because of Fuxi, Xu Mu was not panicked at all.

How could he be afraid of his mount when he was with that man day and night?

Moreover, he was a person who Fuxi personally taught for ten years. Although he was not a disciple, he could still be considered half a inheritor. He also shouldered the mission of sealing the demon god. How dare this giant dragon kill him?

Xu Mu thought this way, but when the dragon opened its mouth, he took two steps back.

The dragon breathed, and a heat wave came, and a dragon egg slowly floated out of its mouth.

It was the size of an ordinary bucket, with a noble frosted dark golden color on the surface, and was carved with vines-like patterns on it, and followed an illusory airflow and floated to Xu Mu.

The latter was slightly stunned. He looked at the floating egg in front of him and subconsciously reached out to support it, but he didn't expect that the airflow was very hot, as sticky as magma, attached to his body surface, burning his skin, and the Taoist source on it was melted.

"hiss!"

Xu Mu took a deep breath and then hurriedly pulled his hand back.

He looked at the golden egg in front of him, feeling a little confused.

"Give it to me?"

He asked in uncertainty at the dragon.

The golden dragon still had no reaction and just silently retracted the airflow.

It was no longer hot, the egg slowly fell down.

"Uh..." Xu Mu looked at the golden egg in front of him and stretched out his hand again.

"So heavy!"

The moment he caught the golden egg, Xu Mu's muscles tightened instantly.

The boy's forehead bulged with blue veins, he squatted down with a grin, and then placed it gently on the ground.

"What kind of egg is this? It must be ten thousand pounds."

Xu Mu stood up straight, pinched his waist with both hands. An egg was so heavy that it could catch up with the weight of an adult large beast, which was somewhat outrageous.

"What else do you want to ask about the egg? Can it be an egg given to you by a dragon?"

Xu Mu is full of black lines:
To be continued...