"I came here to say goodbye to you!" the old monkey said calmly.
Although Mu Qing did not ask further questions, it still told the reason: "Now that you are protected by Mo Crow, you are safe and sound. We want to walk around this world to see if we can recall the past!"
"Okay, I will join the Golden Elixir Association in the Holy Land in two years. If you also arrive in the Holy Land at that time, you can come to the Golden Elixir Association to find me!"
Mu Qing did not hold back, and directly took out three bottles of elixirs from the storage ring and gave them to them.
Everyone has their own ideas and paths. Being together is fate, and being apart is fate. There is no need to force it. If there is fate in the future, we will meet each other.
The three alchemy puppets didn't say anything more, they calmly accepted Mu Qing's gift, clasped their fists and left.
"You are open-minded!"
Mo Ya walked down in the air with his hands behind his back.
Mu Qing felt the aura on his body and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Success?"
"I have been comprehending your Chaos Demonic Tree for so long. If I still haven't succeeded, brother, wouldn't my life have been in vain all these years?"
Mo Crow had a smile on his face and was in a very good mood.
He was wandering around these days, just thinking about how to merge the traces of chaos origin and demonic origin left behind back then. He deduced for half a month before making up his mind to do it.
"Now we are truly like-minded!"
Mu Qing happily patted Mo Ya on the shoulder. Although the two were very different in age, they were on equal terms and got along very well.
"Thankfully, you have learned from the past, otherwise even if I enter the Demon Flame Mountain to retreat for ten thousand years, it will be in vain!" Mo Ya said with emotion.
The world is mysterious. I have been in seclusion for thousands of years to no avail. In the end, within a year of knowing Mu Qing, I was able to clear the road that was once difficult to walk. It has to be said that fate plays a trick on people.
"Old Mo, this monster race needs to undergo torture from heaven and earth in its transformation. Do we human beings have to go through tribulation when we enter the middle five realms?" Mu Qing looked at the extremely miserable little dots and green-scaled eagles with doubts on their faces.
"Do you believe there are gods in the world?"
Mo Ya did not answer Mu Qing directly, but asked an incomprehensible question.
"Before I met you cultivators of the middle and fifth realms who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, I believed it. But after traveling so many miles and seeing so many strange things, I discovered that the so-called gods on the mountain are actually all
He is a powerful cultivator."
Mu Qing was quite emotional. If it hadn't been for the attack by the Qinglong Sect, he might still be the arrogant young man in Shenmu City who sits in a well and looks at the sky.
"I heard this sentence when I was outside the world, practice martial arts in the lower five realms, cultivate life in the middle five realms, and cultivate Taoism in the upper five realms..."
According to what Mo Ya said, warriors in the lower five realms are all mortals. Even if they maintain good health, they can only live for three to five hundred years at most.
But as long as you cross that mountain and set foot in the middle five realms, your lifespan will increase to more than a thousand years. With this long lifespan as capital, the practitioner can go further on the road of cultivation.
The reason why there is such a big contrast is precisely because the mountain that lies in front of the warrior is too difficult to climb. He must pass the level of heaven. Those who can carry it will become the gods on the mountain in the eyes of mortals. If they cannot carry it, they will die.
Return to dust, return to dust.
The world of cultivators is so cruel.
Many people have actually touched the light of the sky, but they just don't have the courage to take that step because they are afraid of failure. By the time they are running out of life and want to take that step, it is already too late.
When the energy and blood are declining and the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, how can we survive the thunderstorm?
"Actually, thunder calamity is also very particular. You can tell a person's potential from the intensity and scale. The little mouse's background is much richer than the little bird's!"
High in the sky, the green-scaled eagles were covered in scales, dripping with blood, and extremely miserable. If Mu Qing hadn't given them the elixir in advance, they might not have been able to bear it long ago.
However, its disaster was almost over, because its body had begun to transform into a human form under the lightning attack, while the little one was still fighting bloody battles.
"Boss!"
As the day progressed to the west, a tall man with a beard fell from the sky and landed in front of Mu Qing. It was the green-scaled eagle that had successfully transformed.
"That's right. When we go to Zuixian Tower in the future, we don't have to book the biggest box!" Mu Qing said with a smile.
"Thanks to the boss's Vitality Pill and Bone Bone Pill, otherwise I definitely wouldn't be able to survive it!"
Bi Lin Diao was filled with gratitude. If he hadn't met Mu Qing, he might not be able to reach the Sixth Realm in his life.
"In any case, being able to successfully transform without the help of the Transformation Pill is already very commendable!"
Mu Qing patted Xiao Bi's shoulder and felt happy for him.
The demon race is different from the human race. Their impact on the Five Realms is more dangerous than the human race, because they have to shed their animal bodies and transform into human forms.
As we all know, the human body is the most tangible body that conforms to the way of heaven and is the most suitable for cultivation, so the demon race flocks to it.
After a few more hours, the little one also successfully entered the middle fifth realm and became a sixth-level great demon.
However, the human form of the little one is different from that of the green-scaled eagle. The green-scaled eagle is a rugged man, but the little one is a young man with red lips and white teeth.
"Boss, I can also fly to the sky and escape from the earth. I will protect you from now on!"
The little one is extremely excited. If he returns to the family now, he will no longer be afraid of his third uncle and the others!
"Have a rest. Even old monsters like Tie Wuji were killed by the boss. It's good that you and your little arms and legs can take care of yourself!" Xiao Bi said, patting the little one on the head.
"Humph, I'm looking down on you, but I just said it casually, why does the boss need me to protect him?"
Amid the laughter of the demons, Mu Qing walked into the Qinglong statue again.
He had a long conversation with the Qinglong Formation Spirit, but what they talked about, Mo Crow and the others didn't know.
"Hey!——"
Above Qinglong Mountain, a large eagle covering the sky and the sun roared away. When the jade-scaled eagle stepped into the middle five realms and transformed into its true form, it became even bigger.
Not long after Mu Qing and the others left, a group of people came to Qinglong Mountain, led by Elder Dong from Zuixian Tower and four middle-aged men, two of whom were Mr. Nine and Mr. Eleven.
"Even the leftists have mobilized. It seems that the devil really can't bear it any longer!"
Sister Dong looked at the devastated Qinglong Mountain with worries in her eyes.
"Sister Dong, the Eastern Territory is in danger, and it's where the seal is. Why doesn't Mr. Da send someone to support us?" Mr. Jiu said with a frown.
The Four Elephants Seal and the Azure Dragon Seal were the first to have an accident, which made him who was responsible for guarding it very hurt.
"Do you really think everything is peaceful in the west? I am not afraid to tell you that the soul of the demon has been born long ago, and only his body is sealed underground. If his soul and soul are united, not to mention the Eastern Region, even the entire Yuanling Continent cannot be saved!
Sister Dong said with a cold face.
"His soul is in the West?"
The color of Zuixian Tower changes at the same time from September to December in winter.