Chapter 1086

That familiar voice let Mu Yu's whole person hit a thrill, that is, the pain all over the body seems to disappear all at once, and his mind is completely filled with that thick voice.

"Daddy?"

Mu Yu opened his eyes and looked at the source of the sound.

It was a familiar figure. Although it seemed very unreal, it still looked so rich, just like a mountain. Standing behind the wooden feather, he felt a sense of security unprecedented.

It's daddy deadwood!

Hum!

The majestic breath swept out, rolled up the wooden feather in the air and rolled it to the dead wood. The dead wood pressed its lips, and its eyes were filled with eager look, but mixed with endless anger.

"Are you hurt?"

Dead wood is still just a soul, but his eyes are burning. It seems that there is a volcano hidden in it, which is going to erupt and burn up any enemy who hurts his son.

Muyu looked at the familiar face in disbelief, and felt that everything seemed like an afterlife. He had been working hard to revive the man in front of him for so many years, and he never gave up. After experiencing disappointment again and again, he still persisted. At the moment when he was killed by his soul, he still had endless regrets in his brain, regretting that he had not done it.

But he never thought that the father who often scolded him would appear here and save him at the critical moment!

"Dad..."

Muyu couldn't speak. His heart was roaring wildly. At that time, he felt that he had a lot to say to the man in front of him. He told him how guilty he was and what he had experienced over the years. But at this moment, Muyu couldn't say anything.

"Whoever hurts you, I'll kill him."

The withered wood's eyes twinkle with anger, and the chaos of yin and Yang surrounds him. The powerful power of Mahayana pours out, blocking the whole void and blocking the retreat path of the soul without form.

Field ability, no life!

The whole void seems to be covered by all kinds of gloomy poisonous fog. This kind of poisonous fog is so terrible that it can penetrate everywhere. It seems that even spiritual power can be eroded by the poisonous fog and become a highly poisonous thing. Nothing can survive in this field!

"The dead trees are green? Are you still alive? "

The soul Wuxiang, who has just stabilized his body shape, is also shocked. The people in the cultivation of the true world may only know that this man is a stuttering poison user. But as a soul member of the triple palace, he is very familiar with the man!

That is a person who even the master of the triple palace, Bai Jie, has to fear three points!

Shua!

The overwhelming poisonous fog has been quickly covered by Wuxiang. Wuxiang roars furiously, and the whole body is full of white light. Thousands of soul lights are all around, forming a white barrier in front of it. At the same time, countless resentment souls in the soul lamp also emit strong light, forming a huge tentacle, trying to break the blockade of the poison fog.

Field ability, thousand lamp magic seal!

Hum!

The big hand formed by the soul lamp is extremely powerful, just like a huge wave rolling on the river, trying to break the poisonous fog. However, when the white giant hand touched the green poisonous fog, the poisonous fog was not torn by the giant hand as expected. On the contrary, the poisonous fog directly attached to the white tentacle and gradually transformed it into green.

"What?"

After all the poisonous fog infected the tentacles, those tentacles actually got rid of his control, and the poisonous fog also quickly went along the tentacles towards those soul lights. Just in a breathing room, more than half of the soul lamp has been infected by the green poisonous fog. The resentful soul in the soul lamp makes a shrill scream, which seems unable to bear the erosion of the poisonous fog.

Click! Click!

After that, the whole field was destroyed by the fog, which made the whole field more green!

In the field of dead wood, those poisonous fog can't be blocked by soul power. They will be assimilated and eroded by poisonous fog and become a part of the opponent's domain!

Ordinary people who use poison are easy to be blocked by the spiritual power of the cultivator when they use poison fog. However, when they practice poison to the extreme, the poisonous fog in the hopeless life can not even block the spiritual power!

"You, die!"

The dead wood held out his hand with awe inspiring, and suddenly grasped it. The scope of the hopeless and lifeless shrouded suddenly began to shrink, and the soul Wuxiang was trapped in it and wrapped into a group.

Bang!

When the poisonous fog dispersed, Wu Xiang sent out a heartrending cry of pain. The soul power of the whole person was completely infected by the poisonous fog, and the poisonous fog penetrated into his body, making him show his ferocious face. Finally, his face became stiff gradually, his body was blown into powder, and even his soul did not escape!

The dead wood turns around, and once again turns out the mysterious array patterns in his hands, wrapping the whole body of the wooden feather. Two chaotic Yin and Yang, one black and one white, flow out, intertwined with the chaotic Yin and Yang of Muyu, sending out strange resonance."This is the boundary of the Dan Ding sect. It will be OK." There was a worried look in the eyes of the dead wood.

Muyu looks at those familiar eyes, and his tense consciousness finally gradually breaks down. He is only excited. He doesn't even think about why his father died suddenly. Muyu doesn't care, and his whole person is trapped in endless darkness

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I feel like I had a dream. The dream is very long, the spring is bright, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The whole world is becoming very beautiful.

Muyu opened his eyes slowly. The familiar inscriptions interweave with each other and emit soft light. There are four shadows of chaotic Yin and Yang in the air, and there are also Xiao Shuai's laughter.

This is kaixu Ding.

Muyu sat up with difficulty, as if he had remembered something, and looked around in a hurry.

"Awake?"

The figure of dead wood slowly appears in front of Mu Yu. Although it is illusory, it makes Mu yu feel incomparably real. Wood feather can feel the dead wood seems to be relieved.

"Well, wake up."

Muyu looked at the dead wood and suddenly began to smile. His smile was still so pure, just like a child who was not familiar with the world. When he saw the man he could rely on, he seemed to have no danger.

He thought that if he saw that person again, he would be so excited that he would cry bitterly. He would firmly hold each other and call him "father of dead wood". He would tell the other party that he would never be angry with him again. As long as the dead wood could live well, he would listen to his father's words and tell him all his bitter experiences for many years

However, Muyu, at the moment when he saw the dead wood, found that a lot of affectation ideas disappeared in an instant. He was still the optimistic person, and the dead wood was also the rigorous dead wood. Even greetings were so casual, as if yesterday's departure and today's reunion, nothing has changed.

In front of this man with good face, Muyu couldn't be affected.

Muyu was laughing. He had thought of many words before, and could not wait to tell him when the dead wood woke up. He told the other party what he was doing these years and how much he thought about him. However, when the words came to his mouth, he could not help turning into a familiar tone.

Two people so look at each other, want to see something from each other's eyes, as if isolated from the vast space-time, meet again, familiar people, familiar eyes.

Dead wood opened his mouth, as if to say something, and then pressed down, simply said: "nothing good."

He is not good at saying anything sensational, nor is he good at showing his emotions. Even if he is worried, he can only say it very simply.

Muyu sat there and looked at the dead wood. He was worried that it was a dream. The stubborn old man came back. It was his dream, but he thought it was not true. He wanted to see more to prove that it was not a dream.

"What do you always watch me do?" The dead wood looked away. He seemed to be avoiding something. He looked a little uncomfortable.

Muyu held his chin in his hand and said uncertainly, "I don't know. Why don't you scold me?"

Withered wood frowns: "what do I scold you for?"

"I always feel that if you don't scold me, it seems that something is missing. I don't feel like you." Muyu touched his nose.

Withered wood angry way: "in your heart, I just like to curse people?"

Wood feather slants the head to ponder for a long time, the eyeball son turns a few circles, then nodded: "yes!"

"You --"

the dead wood looks a little annoyed.

After a long silence, the dead wood suddenly asked, "so Do you still mean what you said before? "

"What words?" Muyu didn't respond.

"It's you You call me You said... " The withered wood stopped talking, and his voice seemed a little weak.

"Why are you stuttering again?" Mu Yu asked curiously.

The dead wood glared at Mu Yu angrily. It seemed that he was going to rush to slap the back of Muyu's head again, but he remembered something and stifled it.

"Forget it, when I didn't say it." Said the withered wood with a dull look in his eyes.

Muyu said: "Daddy, how do you feel strange."

The dead wood suddenly raised his head and looked at Mu Yu. It seemed that he had heard something that surprised him. He even had a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Mu Yu suddenly understood and laughed: "Oh, I know you want to ask me if I still recognize your father?"

"I don't want that." Withered wood can't wait to snort, trying to pretend to be indifferent, the typical death to face.

"No, I'm rare. I'm rare. Before you left last time, you said that what you wanted most was a son. You treated me as a son for no reason, and I agreed inexplicably. How can you go back on your regret?" Mu Yu said with a smile.

A smile appeared in the corner of the dead wood's mouth, but he soon covered it up, turned his face, and snorted: "glib, when can I worry less?"

Muyu touched his head. He found that his whole body had been healed and his spiritual power was more powerful. The whole person became lively and comfortable."Isn't it normal for Dad to worry about his son?" Muyu let out a breath. The big black and big white and the small black and small white were scurrying around against the small commander. The sound of frolic spread throughout the whole kaixu tripod.

The dead wood's face moved, but he did not refute anything.

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