V6.Chapter 696

The closed door slowly opened, and a tall old man slowly walked out of the room.

The old man feels quite strange. His eyes are deep and full of wisdom. It seems that he is an old man who has experienced vicissitudes. However, in him, there is a kind of vitality.

He Yiming's eyes lit up slightly. As a strong Shinto, he naturally felt many things that ordinary people could not feel.

From Mu Zilong's body, he even gave others two completely different feelings at the same moment.

Logically speaking, the powerful Shinto has reached an unparalleled level of control over their own power, and it is absolutely impossible to have this contradictory feeling.

Therefore, there must have been some great changes in him, which made him unable to fully control his own power in a short time.

Smiling slightly, he Yiming Lang said, "brother Mou, congratulations."

Mou Zilong's face slightly moved, and his heart was equally excited. Although he has lived for more than a thousand years, he has almost forgotten all his kung fu of meditating and recuperating for more than a thousand years.

Since he advanced to the Shinto, he constantly attacked the false god realm. In order to fulfill his long cherished wish one day, he even gave up everything and became proficient in martial arts.

However, in the 500 years in the land of death, he recognized a fact.

His soul power is naturally insufficient, so no matter how he practices in this life, he can no longer reach a higher level.

Otherwise, in that harsh environment, after countless Shura like killings, he would have been successfully promoted to the realm of hypocrisy.

Such a situation does not only appear in him. In the land of death, all the strong Shinto who have not advanced into the false god realm are unable to step into the false god realm for this reason.

However, today, with the help of he Yiming, he actually broke through.

The efforts and dreams of nearly a thousand years have become a reality at this moment. Even the most calm person is surging at this time, and it is difficult for him.

Nodding deeply at he Yiming, Mou Zilong said sincerely, "brother he, I owe you all the success I have achieved today."

He just sighed, but did not thank.

How can such a thing be expressed by a word of thanks

Mou Zilong had originally decided to provide for the aged in HeJiazhuang. Now this wish is more and more firm.

He Yiming waved his hand repeatedly and said, "brother, if it's not you who took the pill, it's impossible to successfully promote yourself to the false god realm."

His words are definitely inspired.

On that nameless desert island, he Yiming kept swallowing the divine medicine immortal liquid, but it took him three years to successfully promote himself to the pseudo God realm.

At this time, Mu Zilong only took the weakened shuangxiudan, but he successfully advanced in just a few days.

It can be seen that Mou Zilong's foundation in the realm of virtual gods is so solid that as long as he is given a chance, he can immediately seize it, and the fish leaps over the dragon's gate and turns into a dragon.

Mu Zilong laughed and said, "brother, Bing Xiaotian, these shintoids who have just advanced to the virtual realm lack sufficient accumulation. It is naturally difficult to ascend to the sky step by step, but brother, my 500 years in the land of death are not wasted."

He Yiming's expression moved slightly and said, "do you mean that if Bao Yanzhu and Yuan Juan get the double cultivation pill, they can also advance to the pseudo God realm?"

Mou Zilong pondered for a moment and said, "nine times out of ten."

Although there was another Sidney from the West who came out of the land of death, the two of them coincidentally ignored him.

Today, he Yiming has formed a deep hatred with the West. The hatred of killing three Western dragons alone cannot be resolved, so of course, he cannot take this person into account.

He Yiming nodded his head slowly, and his heart couldn't help thinking.

Although he won't take out the double repair pill now, this pill is a powerful weapon.

The relationship between Lingxiao temple and him is very shallow, that's all, but there is also an elder of Keqing in Liuli island in southern Xinjiang, which is a real strong man in the realm of pseudogods.

If he helped yuan Juan succeed in attacking the false god realm, this human favor would be unimaginable.

When necessary, he Yiming believes that this pill can definitely exchange enough friendship and interests.

"Brother he, shuangxiudan can't be circulated for the time being." Mu Zilong said solemnly, "and after taking it, I found that the power contained in this pill is still too strong. If it is taken by the innate strong, there should be no problem. But if it is taken by ordinary cultivators, I'm afraid that not many people can afford it."

In Mou Zilong's heart, where will ordinary people be placed on it.

But he knew that he Yiming's refining of shuangxiudan would definitely think of his relatives. The magical effect of prolonging life was an irresistible temptation for anyone.

However, if he Yiming takes out shuangxiudan and gives it to he Wude and others directly, the possibility of tragedy is still very high.

He Yiming nodded repeatedly, and said, "what my brother said is right, and my younger brother has also considered this problem, so when I went to northern Xinjiang, although I successfully refined shuangxiudan, I didn't dare to take it out to Grandpa and them."

Mou Zilong smiled and said, "brother, you have a deep research on pharmacology. It shouldn't be difficult to find a way to dilute the efficacy."

He Yiming gave a wry smile and said, "although it is not easy to successfully dilute under the condition of preserving more efficacy, my younger brother is sure to be able to do it. It is just a tedious job. Without a year and a half of experiments, there is no possibility of success."

With a wave of Mu Zilong's big sleeve, a surging force suddenly surged out.

He was slightly stunned, and a flash of embarrassment flashed on his face.

Although he advanced into the realm of false gods, and his cultivation increased greatly, after all, he had just advanced, and had not fully adapted to the surging divine power in his body. For a moment, his action was a little bigger, and he even let the divine power leak out.

He Yiming was dumbfounded, and with a gentle press of his hand, the power released by Mu Zilong was immediately eliminated.

Mou Zilong had a thick skin. Since he didn't cause any trouble, he just laughed. When it never happened, he said, "don't worry, brother. I think old villa leader he is in good health. Let alone a year or a half, even ten or eight years will not have any problems."

He Yiming's eyes flashed a happy smile. Of course, he liked to listen to such words, and he also believed Mou Zilong's judgment. Although the old man is not advanced congenital, he is in good health and has strong vitality in his body. There should be no problem with his ten-year and eight-year longevity.

Turning around and glancing at the distance, he Yiming suddenly said, "brother, let this matter go for a while. I have another important thing to do."

His tone suddenly changed from warm to fierce, and even with a trace of lingran killing.

Mou Zilong's expression was frozen, and he could naturally hear the severe chill. His heart sank slightly and he said, "are you going to the west?"

The two powerful Western pseudogods, Leopold and Luke, have encircled and killed he Yiming for the first time, so no one can guarantee that there will be no second time.

This time, the masked man was seriously injured and did not show up. If he waited until he recovered from the injury, and then cooperated with the two strong pseudogods, even he Yiming dared not say that he would be able to escape safely.

So these two are big troubles in the heart of he Yiming. If possible, he will never let these two people go.

He Yiming nodded slowly and said, "brother who knows me, my little brother is going to go to the West and completely solve these two troubles."

Mou Zilong's face flashed a wry smile.

What kind of identity are Leopold and Luke? Even among all the powerful Shinto in the world, they are all very few powerful people. But in the mouth of he Yiming, it has become two troubles waiting to be solved.

Such a thing would have been unthinkable if it had happened a few years ago.

However, in these few years, the progress rate of brother he is obvious to all, incredible, so far, he is qualified to say this sentence.

Mu Zilong quickly calmed down after thousands of years of concentration. His eyebrows frowned slightly and said, "brother, the Western martial arts are weird and unpredictable. Whether it's the temple of light or the Council of darkness, they have amazing unique skills. These martial arts may not hurt you, but they are quite amazing in terms of escape."

His words are quite tactful. Judging from the power of the three handprints created by he Yiming, it may not be difficult to defeat them. But it's not easy to kill them both.

Even if he Yiming has the divine beast white horse thunder and lightning, Mou Zilong is not optimistic about the result of this trip.

He Yiming heran smiled and said, "brother is right. My younger brother has also learned their level of escape, and it is really unlikely to catch up. However, my younger brother is not unprepared." His eyes gradually sharpened and said, "my little brother plans to close down now. If he is lucky enough to succeed, even if they have three heads and six arms, they can't escape from my hands."

Mu Zilong's eyebrows were light, and his heart was secretly surprised. He didn't understand where he Yiming came from with such strong confidence. However, he also believes that he Yiming must have something to rely on, and is definitely not empty talk.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" He asked in a deep voice.

"I want to forge an artifact..."

He Yiming's eyes glittered with indescribable strong self-confidence, and even Mou Zilong, who had just entered the pseudo God realm, dared not look at him for a long time.

Turning his head, Mou Zilong secretly sighed in his heart that he Yiming's eyes actually flashed a power that could shock the soul. It can be seen that his mastery of soul power is gradually becoming skilled and exquisite.

An idea suddenly appeared in his heart. If one day, he Yiming will integrate all the three fingerprints into one, I don't know how far he will grow