"That, grandson!"

"here I am!"

Mu Fengchen smiled awkwardly and said: "Grandpa, I have been obsessed with swordsmanship all my life. It is true that I have taken a lot of magic pills in my life, but the pill prescription... To me, that is a fantasy!"

As soon as these words came out, Mu Yun was quite disappointed.

However, there are specialties in the art industry, and my grandfather is not a genius in that field, so it is normal not to know.

"Don't be discouraged!"

Mu Fengchen said again: "I can't do it, but your great-grandpa can!"

"Grandpa?"

"Well, even in the eighth block of the holy monument, your great-grandfather also left consciousness. If you can open the eighth block of the holy monument and your great-grandfather comes forward, I tell you, the one-star virtual god pill in Xiaodao can be as big as nine-star

The magic pill, your great grandfather, has it at your fingertips!"

"Grandpa is an alchemist?"

"That's right!"

"Then my grandpa is a weapon master?"

"How do you know?" Looking at Mu Yun, Mu Fengchen said in surprise: "In terms of seniority, I am the ninth generation ancestor, and your great-grandfather is the eighth generation ancestor. The seventh generation ancestor is indeed a weapon master, and a powerful weapon master.

!”

Mu Yun was suddenly quite surprised at this moment.

The former patriarchs of this herdsmen seemed to... all possess unique skills!

"Grandson, stop thinking blindly. The talent of our herdsmen's bloodline is devouring, which is very powerful in itself. Think about it, what if we are exterminated without any backup plan?"

"In fact, the Nine Holy Monuments were born because of this. Even if there is only one person left in the herdsman clan, as long as the bloodline is awakened, old people like us will appear. Therefore, I can teach you swordsmanship, and your eighth generation ancestor teaches you elixirs.

The seventh generation ancestor will teach you the art of weaponry, and you will definitely grow up!"

After hearing this, Mu Yun finally understood.

The herdsman left behind nine holy monuments, and each former patriarch would leave his own consciousness to be integrated into the holy monument. When the holy monument is there, the consciousness exists; when the holy monument is not there, the consciousness disappears!

If the herdsmen are destroyed and only a few people escape, the nine ancestors in the nine holy tablets are living treasures!

As long as the herdsmen still have descendants, they can develop again.

These methods are indeed powerful.

"Since I can touch Grandpa in the Immortal King realm and trigger the transformation of this ninth holy monument, I should be able to take a step further now!"

Mu Yun made up his mind and sat down. In front of him, another Nine Spirits Seizing Heaven Monument appeared.

The monument, about the height of a person, appeared in the room, and the Immortal Blood Book that appeared on it was also very clear, word for word.

At this moment, Mu Yun was communicating with the holy monument in his mind, wandering in that vast space.

Time passed bit by bit, and gradually, he felt sleepy, but there was no change in the holy monument.

It shouldn’t be!

Mu Yun struggled to hold on to his tiredness, his head felt dizzy, but he still held on.

"Before I arrived at the Immortal Emperor, I triggered the Holy Monument. Shouldn't there be no reaction from this one now?"

"There must be something wrong somewhere!"

Mu Yun kept trying, but got nothing.

And gradually, he finally couldn't hold it any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

While sleeping, Mu Yun felt that he appeared in front of a stone monument.

At this moment, under the stone tablet, a figure sat quietly cross-legged.

The beard and hair are all white, and the hair is long and flowing. This person looks like a middle-aged man with delicate skin and a tall and tall figure. He is also wearing a red robe, which looks very loose.

"Who are you?"

When the man saw Mu Yun, he immediately spoke.

"Who are you?" Mu Yun said calmly: "Why are you here?"

"Boy, I asked you first!"

"My name is Mu Yun, a descendant of the Mu clan!"

"Nonsense!"

The red-robed man hummed: "You are a member of the herdsman tribe? Then in your bloodline talent, there is an aura of bloodline soul mastering that I hate. Boy, are you trying to trick me into showing up?"

"That's because I have a special bloodline. I devoured the bloodline talent of a disciple of the Vampire Clan and gained part of the soul-controlling talent!"

Mu Yun smiled and said, "And you said I tricked you into showing up, so why did you still show up?"

"Are you really a descendant of the herdsmen?"

"Of course, otherwise how could I lure you out?" Mu Yun said calmly: "My father is Mu Qingyu, and my grandfather is Mu Fengchen. They are both the heads of the herd tribe. What, is there a problem?"

Upon hearing this, a gloomy and uncertain look appeared on the man's face.

"But I feel that your body and bloodline are very special. Not only the bloodline talents of the herders and vampires, but also other existences..."

"other?"

"I can't tell, but I feel like you kid, it's not that simple!"

"This is easy!"

Mu Yun smiled and said: "Look at the bloodline talent in my body. If you don't believe it, you can see the six paths of my bloodline power! The Immortal Blood Code, this belongs to the herders!"

"Are you really a herdsman?"

"certainly!"

Buzz…

Suddenly, Mu Yun felt a pain in his head and opened his eyes immediately.

"Eh? Are you dreaming?"

Mu Yun looked at himself lying on the ground and fell asleep, and said in surprise.

"It's a dream, but it's not a dream!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded.

"who?"

"You brat, this is your great-grandfather!" Mu Fengchen's voice sounded.

"Huh? What happened just now?"

"I was testing you just now. The holy monument is related to the great secret of my herdsman. How can I trust you so easily?" The man in red robe turned into a shadow and appeared in front of Mu Yun.

Neither body nor soul, just a condensed form of thoughts, just like what Mu Yun saw just now!

"Are you...great-grandpa?"

Mu Yun hurriedly took out the first holy tablet.

Mu Fengchen also appeared at this moment.

"Father!"

Looking at the man, Mu Fengchen knelt down and said respectfully.

"Okay, okay, they are all people who have been dead for many years, there is no need!"

"yes!"

Mu Fengchen, who was standing tall in front of Mu Yun, was acting like a child at this moment, with a smile on his face.

"See Grandpa!"

Mu Yun knelt down and bowed respectfully.

"Get up!"

The red-robed man waved his hand and said calmly: "This is the realm of gods, but why are you not in the herdsmen? Where is this? And how can you be in the virtual god realm?"

Mu Yun knew that his great-grandfather’s name was Mu Fengxiao, and he was often called the Laughing Maniac. Because Mu Fengxiao was an alchemist and an accomplished alchemist, so every time he succeeded in refining the magical elixir, he would make loud noises.

laugh.

He once laughed for three days and three nights because he was refining an ancestral divine elixir, and was called a laughing madman in the divine world.

This was naturally what Mu Fengchen told him.

At that moment, Mu Yun told Mu Fengxiao everything he knew.

"I see!"

Mu Feng smiled and sighed: "If a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it. When my ancestor of the herdsmen achieved the realm of the Ancestral God and awakened his bloodline talent, he was devouring it. This is also destined by God!"
To be continued...