V6.Chapter 438

"Brother he, did the golden monster you chased escape?" Mou Zilong asked in a deep voice as if he had changed.

He Yiming's heart was cold. He immediately knew that he had underestimated the Shinto master in front of him. This is mainly because Mu Zilong's first impression is too profound. This kind of costume similar to a savage is really difficult to associate him with a strong Shinto.

However, after a little sorting, he immediately had the unique momentum of a Shinto strongman.

"Brother Mou, don't worry, that golden monster has been killed." He Yiming shook his wrist slightly, and immediately took out the long golden mouthpiece in his hand.

Mou Zilong's eyes lit up slightly. He had been in this world for many years, and naturally he could see the authenticity of this thing at a glance. Nodding his head slowly, his eyes glanced at the Shinto puppet and said, "brother he is really good at Kung Fu. Mou admires him."

He Yiming laughed and said, "brother Mou praised us. We are two people working together, and brother Mou hunts alone. Naturally, the difficulty is far from comparable."

His words were sincere. Without the help of Shinto puppets, he would not be so easy to catch up with the monster.

Mou Zilong laughed and narrowed his eyes, which made him look a little gentle: "brother he, if I haven't been dizzy, you should still be dissatisfied with this year... A hundred and fifty."

At the moment of seeing he Yiming, the young man's expression also impressed him. No matter how he looked, he didn't seem to be a crafty or a prudent hundreds of year old man. But since you have been promoted to Shinto, you should at least be over 200 years old. Mu Zilong reduced this age by 50, and he Yiming was already quite worthy of him, treating him as a genius rarely seen in a thousand years.

He Yiming touched the wing of his nose and said, "brother Mou has a good eye. My younger brother is twenty-four this year."

He is not showing off, but since he has been together, and Bing Xiaotian and others know his real age, in that case, it's better to be frank.

All the actions of Mu Zilong were a meal. His narrowed eyes turned into bronze bells again. After hesitating for a while, he whispered, "it turns out that brother he has been 124."

He Yiming coughed softly and said, "little brother, this year is twenty-four."

Mu Zilong's eyes widened and widened, making he Yiming a little worried about whether they would burst on the spot.

After a long time, he took a long breath and said, "good, good, good..."

As for what's good, he won't talk any more. But vaguely, he Yiming has been able to sense that Mu Zilong's attitude towards himself has also changed extremely subtly.

If at first he looked at himself with the superiority of some Shinto predecessors, then at this moment, this superiority has long disappeared.

Of course, as Mou Zilong, it is impossible to grovel to please, but it is undisguised that he Yiming wants to make friends with him.

"Brother he, how's the situation outside?" After a few words of gossip, Mu Zilong finally asked a question he was quite concerned about.

"Brother Mou, now the outside is very different from before." He Yiming doesn't hide anything. Anyway, these news will spread here soon.

When Mu Zilong heard the changes of the power of heaven and earth and the incredible time contrast, his eyes like copper bells seemed to be bigger.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "well, anyway, for me, whether it's 5000 years or 500 years, it's no difference."

He Yiming moved in his heart and said, "elder, before you entered here in the past, which sect's Shinto elders were you?"

Although this sentence is a little presumptuous to ask, the other party is a person more than 5000 years ago after all. No matter what gratitude and resentment passed down, it is already a thing of the past, so it is not too much.

Mu Zilong smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I have no sect, but a scattered practice."

He Yiming's eyes suddenly showed more respect. It turned out that this old man, like Jimo fanshu, Deng Yichen and others, was a kind of self-taught talent at the grassroots level in the Jianghu.

Compared with those Shinto masters who have a strong sect heritage, it is much more difficult for them to advance. This is why he Yiming admires them.

Mu Zilong's expression suddenly moved slightly, and he seemed to think of something, saying: "I sensed the surging power of heaven and earth three days ago. This vision should be that someone advanced the Shinto. I thought it was who followed the strong Shinto to to enter the peak of humanity here, but now I think that the advanced person should be my brother."

He Yiming nodded slightly and said, "yes, it's my brother."

Mu Zilong's eyes suddenly took some blame and said, "brother he, you just advanced the Shinto, and your control of the power of heaven and earth has not reached the best level. At this time, you really shouldn't pursue the golden monster." He sighed softly and said, "I didn't know at first, otherwise I wouldn't let you go anyway."

He Yiming blinked his eyes suspiciously, and he said in a deep voice, "brother Mou, that golden monster is not a big deal. It was not killed by my younger brother's puppet."

He subconsciously pushed the credit to the Shinto puppet, and Mou Zilong had no doubt about it. But he didn't know that although he Yiming had just advanced to Shinto, his physique was extremely special. He condensed the most powerful extreme combat skills of the East and the west, and in any case, he was not comparable to those ordinary Shinto strongmen.

The combination of the flower of five elements and light is enough to make him have the same level of invincible cultivation, and the existence of clouds and mist can't be underestimated.

Mou Zilong shook his head slightly and looked at he Yiming with some worry. He was saying, "brother he, the dead creatures here are powerful. Now they are only a few monsters, and you can get rid of them easily. However, when the reinforcements of those things come every 100 years in the future, you can't be careless."

Hearing his careful introduction, he Yiming was also shocked. He nodded heavily and became more concerned about the strength of these monsters.

He Yiming suddenly thought of a question. He asked curiously, "brother Mou, Lord Shenlong once said that you didn't want to come here, but to go to a place of life. Where is it?"

This question lingered in his heart for many days, but he didn't dare to ask when facing the dragon. At this moment, he advanced to the Shinto and asked casually when facing a master of the same level.

Mu Zilong's face suddenly became quite ugly. Although it was hundreds of years ago for him, it was because of this that all the powerful Shinto were trapped here. Therefore, he remembered everything in the past clearly.

"Brother he, all these disasters are caused by a scum in our human Shinto." Mou Zilong said mercilessly.

He Yiming immediately caught the deep hatred in his words.

"At that time, Jinghe, the strong Shinto in all parts of our country, didn't commit, and lived well in the East and West, but the old guy suddenly came to the door and said that he had found a place of life, where there was a good thing we couldn't refuse. Under his temptation, we also reached an agreement with those gods and beasts in the world, and went all out to help him open the space channel." Mu Zilong sneered twice and said, "you should also know the later results. This is not a place of life at all, but a place full of death."

He Yiming hesitated for a moment and said, "that elder is also called a divine teller?"

Mu Zilong laughed dumbly and said, "brother he, in fact, the divine operator is not a person's name, but the title that is recognized by the world as the first divine operator to be famous. The divine operator of our generation is a great person. He can calculate things of a thousand years at the top and things of a hundred years at the bottom. He is the recognized first divine operator in history. If it weren't for this, we wouldn't be fooled."

Although Mu Zilong had a lot of resentment against the divine calculation, he was quite envious and appreciative of his ability.

He Yiming nodded slightly and said, "where is your Divine calculating son now?"

Mu Zilong snorted coldly and said, "after he opened this channel, he felt guilty and rushed into it alone in the face of many dead creatures." He shook his head and stopped talking.

He Yiming was shocked in his heart, and he was convinced that the original Shinto master would fall under the siege of these terrible monsters.

Mou Zilong sighed for a long time, and finally said, "but the place of life that Shenfu said in those days is indeed desirable, and it doesn't allow people to refuse at all. If the road that was opened up was really the place of life, that's good."

He Yiming's eyes are slightly bright, which can make all the Shinto irresistible temptation. I really don't know what it is.

Mu Zilong could clearly feel he Yiming's eyes as real as the essence. He waved his hand and said, "in the past, the divine alchemist described a magical world. In that world, there was a drug that human beings could take as soon as they were born, and when human beings grow up, everyone will become congenital strong."

He Yiming opened his mouth wide, and the expression on his face was as strange as it could be.

Mou Zilong laughed and said, "you are also scared. We couldn't believe it when we heard this sentence. If it weren't for the words of God operator, we would have scolded."

He Yiming's throat stirred a few times, squeezed out a smile, and said, "brother Mou, even if you are born strong, you won't see it in your eyes."

Mou Zilong shook his head repeatedly and said, "of course we don't care about the innate strong, but..." his copper bell like eyes also stared extremely round, and said a sentence that made he Yiming excited and frightened: "if there is an elixir of immortality there?"