Thousands of sweet-scented osmanthus branches are swaying in the wind, and the sky is filled with sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms, spreading their melancholy all over the ground.
The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, and the ground is full of sorrow. It’s that time of year again when we miss our loved ones!
Indescribable sorrow, endlessly filling the air!
It’s the sadness of homesickness, homesickness, and missing friends!
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and fell to the ground with a plop, and tears of longing flowed from their eyes. It seemed that they had never returned home in thousands of years, never seen a friend in their hometown, and had not been able to show love to them.
The old mother brought a cup of fragrant osmanthus tea, but she failed to live up to the innocence of a son and a woman...
"Ah! Mom, how are you in your hometown?"
"Ah! Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't be angry with you and run away from home..."
"Ah! I want to go back, I want to go back..."
"Yes, go back, I'll go back right away..."
"Yes, go back, go home, go back to my home that I have been away from for a long time, and see my mother who has been away from me for a long time..."
…
Everyone stood up and walked very purposefully to each of the sweet-scented osmanthus branches that stretched in front of them. They hugged the sweet-scented osmanthus branches and cried loudly, as if they were seeing their mother who had been away for many years, as if they were returning to their hometown after a thousand years of absence.
The water of my hometown, the soil of my hometown, the small bridges of my hometown, the narrow paths of my hometown...
Everyone let the sweet-scented osmanthus branches twine gently, as if they were being gently touched by mother's hands, as if being embraced by mother's warm embrace, as if the wind from their hometown was blowing, and as if the river from their hometown was flowing between their fingers...
"The sun's temptations almost tempted me too!"
Jun Mo shed two tears and was once again shocked by the power and invincibility of the Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Posts.
It is an infection that you cannot resist, an infection that goes deep into your bone marrow, a temptation that goes deep into your bone marrow. In addition to obeying, besides enjoying, besides being tempted, you are still tempted, and you are tempted willingly!
"Okay, Wan You, let's wake that kid up alone first!"
With a snap of Jun Mo's fingers, the Ten Thousand Tempting Spirit Devouring Posts immediately woke up the young man who was sitting on the phoenix head.
"Ah, mother, don't leave Zhi'er behind! Don't..."
The young man was shaking all over, and his eyes widened in disbelief with tears still hanging from his eyes. He happened to catch a glimpse of Jun Mo's charming smile.
"It's you, you bastard, why are you here? Where is my mother? Where is my mother? Over there, where?"
The young man was shocked, his eyes suddenly turned red, he glared at Jun Mo and roared uncontrollably.
"Stop making trouble, Zhi'er!"
Jun Mo smiled extremely evilly and said: "Be good and listen to the young master, otherwise the young master will have to twist your head off and you will never see your mother again."
"presumptuous!"
The young man suddenly became furious: "Who gave you the courage to speak to this king like this? Kneel down immediately, otherwise you will be destroyed..."
The young man suddenly stopped talking. He finally woke up from the illusion, but was completely stunned.
Because he saw the familiar Grand Canyon, saw all the students tied up around him, and saw that he himself was trapped to death, unable to move, with his whole body and mind blocked, like fish on a cutting board, ready to be slaughtered.
!
"What? All races will be immortalized?" Jun Mo looked at the stunned young man and smiled lightly.
"Who are you? Who are you? How can you be so powerful that you can even use the battle formations of hundreds of schools of thought to break the Emperor's Four-Phase Formation that I, the Ming Dynasty, spent hundreds of years to build!"
The young man hit the nail on the head and asked the key point directly. Jun Mo was shocked and screamed in his heart!
The thirteenth prince who died only guessed that the battle formation diagram of the hundreds of schools of thought was on his body, but this young man directly confirmed that not only was the formation diagram on his body, but he also used the battle formation diagram of the hundreds of schools of thought to destroy the four emperors.
The phase formation is really awesome, awesome!
"You don't deserve to know who the young master is now!"
Jun Mo grinned and continued to act calm and calm: "Tell me, surrender, or die?"
"Your Excellency's strength and means are beyond compare to Zhu Zhi!"
The young man looked at Jun Mo without showing the slightest hint of timidity: "But you seem to have forgotten that this is the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, this is my holy land of the Ming Dynasty. You are so arrogant and domineering, wanton and wanton, and threaten me. Don't be afraid of it."
Have you been discovered by the powerful men of our Ming Dynasty? Or is your strength so strong that you ignore the existence of dozens of emperors of our Ming Dynasty?"
"You are so young, but you are so thoughtful! So what if you are arrogant? So what if you ignore it?"
Jun Mo smiled slightly in his heart, didn't he just want to ask about the young master's strength? Are you making such a roundabout mistake? If you are strong, you will surrender. If you are not strong, you will be stumped and you will be upset? When the young master was an otaku, he watched many palace dramas, and just
If you are still playing tricks in front of the young master, aren't you trying to do the same thing?
"Juji is!"
Jun Mo looked at Zhu Zhi and said unhurriedly: "Master can tell you, as long as you submit to him and be loyal, within ten years, master will send you to the position of Emperor Ming. Of course, you can also refuse.
How about letting the young master slap you to death, and the remaining soul looks at one of the many princes and grandsons present being sent to that position by the young master? Surrender or die, that’s for sure! The young master’s patience is limited, and I don’t want to waste it on you.
It’s time!”
"Submit, I am willing to surrender! As long as you help me subdue the young man with the phoenix head, I am willing to swear a double poisonous oath with my heart and soul to surrender to you and be loyal to you!"
Zhu Zhi shouted repeatedly.
"presumptuous!"
Jun Mo stretched out his hand and slapped Zhu Zhi, knocking him unconscious, and said angrily: "You don't have it, even the young master doesn't know how to shout, the young master values you and will be the first to give you the opportunity."
, you actually negotiated terms with me and didn’t take a mirror to see what you have? I announced that you have been eliminated, and you can be a slave with peace of mind!"
"slave?"
Zhu Zhi suddenly raised his head and looked at Jun Mo with a sneer on his face: "For the sake of the throne, surrendering to you is my maximum limit. I didn't expect that you would treat me like this after a disagreement.
Slave, if this is the case, then you must die! The heavenly phoenix bathes in the fire, and I am reborn in Nirvana; the flames of Nirvana burn my whole body; I want to be reborn, and I am reborn too! The great Dharma of Nirvana in three lives!"
call!
Zhu Zhi, whose mental strength had been blocked, suddenly had a burst of pale fireworks coming out of his body!
Flame of Nirvana, Zhu Zhi is going to self-immolate and be reborn!
"Boy, don't be ridiculous. With a little flame as big as yours, it can burn even the branches wrapped around your body. How can you burn such a controlling king to death? How can you burn your whole body? How can you restore the great Dharma of Nirvana in three lives? I
Look at the small flame that is about to go out at three points!"
Jun Mo stared blankly at Zhu Zhi, whose skin had been burnt black, but his expression remained unchanged, with a determined look on his face. He then looked at the innocent tree branch with a sneer on his face.
If you want to play self-immolation, if you want to die together, you have to find a way to hold me in your arms. With a little control of the flame of nirvana at the king level, do you want to burn the branches that are simulated by the best emperor-level battle post?
What a joke!
"Wan Yu!"
Jun Mo waved his hand coldly and said: "Thirty percent of this boy's essence and blood is yours. If it's the young man with the phoenix head, you can change the scene and let this ungrateful thing reflect on himself and become a slave with peace of mind when he wakes up!"