Mu Wenxuan merged into the green dragon bone, which can be said to be a rebirth, reshaping flesh and blood, and the physical body was several times stronger.
Of course, in addition to this, through this bone fusion, his power of star arrows has increased by several levels, from four-fingered one-star arrow disciples to four-fingered six-star arrow disciples, and the power is very soft.
There are no side effects.
"What a magical green dragon bone!" After waking up, Mu Wenxuan swung a few punches out of thin air and blasted out a few strong winds. His ordinary attacks were able to reach the strength of his former three-fingered disciple, which made him extremely happy.
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"With such strength, even if I encounter Qinglong, I will have the confidence to fight!" Looking at his fist, Mu Wenxuan nodded with satisfaction.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough... little nephew, don't let me down, old ghost Huanfan, even if it is destined by heaven, just poke a hole in the sky and have a look, hahaha, cough cough cough..." Guang
The ball-shaped Qingyi was equally happy, but his words were obviously a bit more aged, and he kept coughing.
While coughing, the originally dazzling light suddenly dimmed a little.
Mu Wenxuan felt something was wrong: "Senior Qingyi, what's wrong with you?"
"Little nephew, don't worry about me. In fact, a few years ago, I felt that my life was approaching. I am very satisfied to wait until you show up. It's just a pity..." At this point, Qing Qing
Yi sighed: "I haven't been able to drink all night with the old ghost Huan Fan, I'm afraid I'll have to wait until the next life!"
"It won't happen, it won't happen, Senior Qingyi, there must be some way!" Mu Wenxuan shouted anxiously.
"Ahem... Birth, old age, illness and death are the normal conditions of life. There is nothing we can do about it. Young nephew, I have a small prayer for you. I wonder if you can fulfill it!" Qing Yi said very freely.
"Uncle Master, you said that as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you fulfill your wish!" Mu Wenxuan responded without hesitation.
Qingyi nodded happily, then looked around half a circle, and said with emotion: "It has been a hundred years, and I have not left this secret realm. I really feel tired. My nephew, I will place my trust in you.
In the Golden Bone of Dreams, please take me out of here and take a look at the outside world!"
Hearing this, Mu Wenxuan agreed repeatedly: "Good uncle, I promise you, we will leave here now!"
He felt an inexplicable desolation in his heart. Mu Wenxuan had always been a loner in the Xingya Realm. Although he had a few close friends, they didn't get along for long, including Meng Fan'an. The same was true for him.
Feeling lonely, he cherishes everyone around him.
But he also knows that birth, old age, illness and death are normal in life. What he can do now is to help Qingyi fulfill his wish.
Qingyi laughed loudly, and immediately turned into a green light, which penetrated into the golden bone of the dream: "Let me take a look and see the old ghost Huanfan's previous residence!"
"Uncle, let's leave now. Wherever you want to go, my nephew will take you there!"
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. There is something very important in this secret place. You have to take it away!" After entering the Golden Bone of Dreams, Qingyi opened his mouth to stop him.
In an instant, the voice came from the Golden Bone of Dreams, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose, making Mu Wenxuan mistakenly think that he was Huan Lao. Suddenly, every moment with Huan Lao in the past two years flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
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Sensing that Mu Wenxuan's expression was wrong, Qingyi didn't speak for a while.
"Uncle, tell me, is there anything else you need to get?" After some time, Mu Wenxuan adjusted his condition and asked.
"Qinglong Hegemon Body Art!"
Hearing this, Mu Wenxuan was shocked and asked in confusion: "Qinglong Tyrant Body Technique?"
"Yes, that's right. The Qinglong Tyrant Body Technique is a body-refining skill inherited from my predecessors of the Qinglong Clan. After practicing it, it can temper the physical body. Especially if you humans practice it, it can make your body reach the level of the Qinglong Clan."
The level of strength, if it is Dacheng, it can even be indestructible and invulnerable!!" Qingyi explained.
A few words surprised Mu Wenxuan. You must know that Yamo's body has innate advantages over humans. Especially for races left over from ancient times like the Qinglong tribe, their bodies are even more powerful and incomparable. They are indestructible and invulnerable.
, which is not impossible.
At this time, this Qinglong Tyrant Body Art can actually allow humans to reach a level comparable to that of the Qinglong clan. How can he not be excited?
Just imagine, two people with the same strength are fighting each other. One of them has the magic power of indestructibility and body protection. He doesn't need to take action at all. He just waits for the other person to fight. When the other person is tired, he will be fine. It's like
At first, Mu Wenxuan seemed to be fighting against the zombie puppet. Mu Wenxuan was tired from fighting, but the zombie puppet was still as stable as a rock.
"My noble king, you cannot speak ill of me, I can hear you..."
Suddenly a sound flashed in his mind, and Mu Wenxuan remembered that the zombie puppet's mind was in his sea of consciousness, and he quickly laughed and said: "Hey, it was a slip of the tongue, my little puppet is fine!"
"Little nephew, my dragon soul is suppressed in the center of the altar. You go and take it away, and then go to the deepest part of this secret realm. When you reach the deepest position, you can see the Daoqing Dragon Gate and enter through the dragon soul.
Inside the Qinglong Sect, the Qinglong Tyrant Body Art is inside." Qingyi then spoke.
After considering Qingyi's words, Mu Wenxuan stopped asking questions and looked forward to the Qinglong Tyrant Body Technique.
After walking to the altar, there was a cyan air ball floating in the ravine in the center. The air ball was only the size of a fist. It was the dragon soul that Qing Yi said, and it was filled with strong power.
"Such a strong force..." Mu Wenxuan couldn't help but take a breath, and took it into his arms.
After getting the dragon soul, Mu Wenxuan did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he looked around at Gai Ming and others who fell on the ground. Mu Wenxuan had no enmity with them. The many wounds on their bodies were caused by Mu Wenxuan.
Unintentionally caused by falling into an illusion.
Therefore, whether out of guilt or something else, Mu Wenxuan helped them all to the corner and sent out a wave of ice power on them, barely saving their lives.
Mu Wenxuan himself is not a murderer, not to mention the ancient saying that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.
Of course, after finally rescuing the three Li Tailang brothers, Mu Wenxuan did not forget to take down the Void Stones of the three of them. He must take back what belongs to him: "These extra things will be regarded as interest and medical expenses."
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"Yes, yes, several seven-level pagodas were born from my hands!" After everything was done, Mu Wenxuan nodded with satisfaction, and immediately jumped towards the depths of the secret realm.
This secret realm is very large and complicated, with many intersections, but fortunately Qingyi leads the way, otherwise Mu Wenxuan doesn't know how many detours he would have to take.
Through Qingyi's guidance, it didn't take long for Mu Wenxuan to reach the depths of the secret realm. He also encountered many blind people on the way. Seeing him alone, they wanted to take advantage of him, but the results were predictable.
, the roles of the robber and the robbed are completely reversed.