Chapter 653: misty secret
Mu Bingyun's words made You Yanghong a little uncomfortable. The old face feels a little burning, and a junior doesn't care anymore. If he cares anymore, does he feel a little stingy.
However, he is also a strong generation, so why should he have some air of his own?
However, feeling the appearance of the Soul Emperor, he didn't dare to put on airs. His face was still not good-looking. In fact, he had thought a lot and figured it out a lot these days. His original approach was indeed biased, and he had harmed a lot of innocent people.
He just couldn't let himself down. Now that Mu Bingyun said "Uncle You", he didn't know what to do anymore.
It was You Yuanzhi who said, "Father, have you been here before?"
One sentence made You Yanghong sober up. He deliberately gave a cold face and looked at the mist: "I've been here." Not only has he been here, but he also has a deep understanding of it. The past is like smoke. Now that event has passed for a long time. You Yuanzhi hurriedly entered the gate of life and chased here.
In the fog, a lot of things happened.
Several people felt that You Yanghong seemed to be covered with dust, and they didn't know what they remembered.
"I don't know if I can talk about it?"
Mu Qingrou asked, "To tell the truth, I have also broken through the fog many times, but I have never been able to break through. Yun'er said that this is not a formation, and I believe it. I don't know how much you know about this place?"
You Yanghong looked at Mu Qingrou, and saw that his appearance was somewhat similar to Mu Bingyun, but he was more mature. I knew in my heart that most of the two were in a mother-daughter relationship.
The words have reached this point, and now they will also go through the fog together. You Yanghong gradually let go of his face, paused for a while, and then spoke.
"It's really not a formation here, the secret is these mists."
"Senior You, what do you mean, do you have a way to get there?" Feng'er asked in surprise, the urgency in her eyes, everyone could see how much she wanted to go out. Naturally, not only Feng'er, but the others were also a little happy.
"So, what's the secret of these mists?"
Mu Bingyun asked, grabbing a handful of mist in one hand, but couldn't feel anything special. Feng'er snorted coldly when she saw her actions, she didn't understand anything, and she was still talking nonsense here.
"and many more-"
Mu Bingyun suddenly opened his palm: "What is this?"
Just now, she just grabbed a handful of mist, and didn't think that she could really find anything. But when she spread out her hand again, she found something special. The mist was white, but crystals appeared on her palm. Some were like small particles formed by the gathering of these mists. She immediately checked it with Chiye, but she still couldn't see what this thing was.
Qianji raised her palm and touched the small particle: "I see."
Everyone's eyes looked at Qian Ji, and even You Yanghong was a little surprised: "You actually know?" This time he took a good look at Qian Ji, seeing the strength of the other party, he couldn't see through it at all, and the other party The breath on his body is actually very similar to the person who stole his wife at the beginning. Although he later killed a lot of immortals, there are still many differences between these immortals and the immortals who robbed his wife first.
At the beginning, he was blinded by hatred, and he didn't dare to be the same or different at all. Originally, he thought it was the difference between immortals, but when he saw Qianji again, You Yanghong was a little unsure.
Qianji felt the scrutiny of the other party, especially the hostility in You Yanghong's eyes, and could not help frowning: "Do you have any enemies who look like me? If so, it must not be me. The people are locked in the palace, but who do you say is the person who has hatred with you?"
Actually, Qian Ji just wanted to make sure that the person who hated You Yanghong was an ancient immortal, or someone she knew. If so, you can start from here, how did those ancient immortals take away the luck of immortal immortals becoming gods.
Dongfang Ming!
Qianji gritted her teeth and called out the name in her heart. Since you want to become a god, she will not let him become a god. If he has become a god, even if he hits the realm of the gods, even if he is smashed to pieces, she will give it a try. Dongfang Ming, I swear by Qianji, I will deprive you of everything you care about.
"Qianji, are you okay?"
Augusta patted Chihime on the shoulder a little worriedly, and in that instant, Chihime's expression was very ferocious, and countless murderous auras emerged around him. Hearing Augusta's words, Qianji came back to her senses, only to realize that everyone's faces were not very good-looking. Obviously, she didn't hold back her murderous aura and almost hurt someone.
Mu Bingyun and Mu Qingrou are protected by the Soul Emperor, so naturally there is nothing to do. Ao Jiuxiao is not bad, after all, his strength is not bad, Augusta can hear that he is full of anger and knows that nothing is wrong.
You Yuanzhi's father and son are not weak, however, Feng'er was a little sad, her chest was stuffy, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood. After Qianji took back all her momentum, she felt much better. This time, she really didn't dare to offend Qian Ji easily. She was so powerful that she could be pinched to death with a single finger.
She couldn't see Qianji's strength before, she thought that the other party was pretending to be vague and not strong, but now she realized that the strength of others was so strong that she couldn't see it.
"Feel sorry."
Qianji ignored Fenger and continued to look at You Yanghong.
You Yanghong finally came to his senses, his face was a little grim: "Naturally I can remember." Even if it turned into ashes, he could still remember this person. His wife, whom he loved so much, left without saying a word. If it wasn't for the appearance of this person, how could he have almost lost his relationship with his son these days?
If it wasn't for so many things happening, he might never be able to wake up. It turned out that he had been taking his son on a road of no return before. If one day they encounter an immortal who is cruel and powerful, and they can't do anything about it, wouldn't they only be able to live and die?
Yuanzhi is right, he must go and ask more clearly. Many of these things are too suspicious, and if he hadn't doubted in his heart, he wouldn't have been easily persuaded.
Thinking of this, You Yanghong's palm moved slightly, and a white force came out of his palm, gradually condensing into a figure beside him. From bottom to top, a handsome man appeared in front of him.
Seeing this person again, You Yanghong could not wait to rush up and smash it.
Qianji stared at this figure, those eyes, that face. After a long time without regaining consciousness, Mu Bingyun found that Qianji was pinching her palm fiercely, and drops of bright red blood dripped from the crevices of her fingers.
"Qianji, is this person?"
Qianji took a deep breath, seemed to have expelled all the turbid air, and smiled lightly: "No, it's more uncomfortable." Her eyes were a little lost, her eyes were dim, and she was a little angry, "Seven points alike."