勇者斗恶龙怪兽仙境下载

This is nothing short of idiotic dreams!

Today, it can be described as helpless.

The father is dead.

The mother is dead.

Mengyao is dead.

Mu Yun felt that his sky had almost collapsed by more than half.

This kind of weakness and sorrow from the bottom of my heart has haunted him for thousands of years.

"There must be a way..."

Wang Xinya advised: "Since Uncle Mu knows that you will not die, he will definitely not exchange their lives for a disabled you. There must be a way, but we haven't found it yet."

In fact, Mu Qingyu's suspended animation and Ye Yushi's suspended animation were indeed planned.

A Promise Huntian Locking Life Pill planned a way for Mu Yun.

Only now, that pill had been swallowed by Ye Yushi, and for these thousand years, Mu Yun could only wait to die.

The plan is perfect.

But there were some flaws.

And these flaws have allowed Mu Yun to live in pain for thousands of years.

In fact, Mu Qingyu and Ye Yushi nowadays have nothing to do with each other.

Taking a step back, even if the Promise Heavenly Fate Locking Pill, the two of them did not move, they gave it to Mu Yun unknowingly, and Mu Yun swallowed it, it would not improve.

Because this time, it was his own body that had a problem.

And it is a problem that cannot be found at all.

Mu Yun knew this very well.

It is the **** emperor, I am afraid that he is helpless.

The core issue for him now is not longevity, but the self-destruction and self-reorganization of the body, which is definitely not because of the loss of longevity.

There must be a way!

What is the way?

Mu Yun felt that under such maddening torture, he might really not be able to sustain it!

After spending thousands of years in Qinghe Village, generations of villagers and talented practitioners have all been taught by Mu Yun.

The villagers here made Muyun feel that he was alive and like a person.

Night fell.

Mu Yun glanced at the setting sun, and muttered: "Here again."

When Wang Xinya heard this, her expression was startled, and she hurriedly moved to the side, the sound of the piano curled up.

As a sound martial artist, Wang Xinya has also been strengthening her cultivation for thousands of years. At the same time, when pain comes, Wang Xinya will play for Mu Yun to play the piano.

Under the pergola, Mu Yun's body gradually began to bend, and his old body was arched at this moment, like a shrimp, curled up in the wooden chair.

His hands began to rot, his internal organs began to bleed, and his entire body was disintegrated, and the foul smell spread around.

Fortunately, in this small courtyard, there are formations condensed, so that these smells did not diffuse out.

However, when the physical body was damaged, within Mu Yun's soul sea, the astral body also began to shatter.

First, the hands, then the feet, then the eyes, ears, nose...

At this moment, Mu Yun's astral body was like a piece of paper, being torn apart piece by piece.

The flesh is broken.

The soul is broken.

This caused Mu Yun's whole body to tremble in pain, with a hideous expression.

"what……"

After all, when the pain reached its limit, Mu Yun couldn't help it anymore and passed it on with a roar.

The quiet little courtyard at this moment can be said to be dim.

However, Qinghe Village in the dark night was not noticed at all, with hundreds of lights, quiet and peaceful.

"what……"

Mu Yun shouted, his eyes red, and his face was covered with pieces of meat falling off, and even the white bones were exposed. His finger bones firmly grasped the wooden chair, and rolled to the ground with a puff, his whole body looked like a rotting statue. The corpse was average, curled up on the ground.

"Xin'er...Xin'er...Kill me...Kill me..."

Wang Xinya Fuqin's tears ticked down, she just shook her head.

"Mu Yun, stick to it, stick to it..."

"Kill me, kill me!" Mu Yun wailed, his whole body resembling a maggot in the ditch, and his voice resounded.

Time, bit by bit, was on the edge of the sky, and when the sun was rising, the painful Mu Yun, the surface of the body, the broken flesh and bones, seemed to be repaired by the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and began to recombine bit by bit.

When the first sun shines in the courtyard, Mu Yun's whole body has recovered intact, with dry pine skin like bark, sticking to the bones dry, and a white hair that emits a faint light under the sunlight.

All his clothes were torn apart.

Wang Xinya got up at this time, took out a piece of clothing, supported the half-dead withered Muyun, entered the room, placed Muyun on the bed of the thatched hut, and covered it with a quilt.

Between tears and whirling eyes, outside the courtyard, Zhang Yun, Li Xian, and Meng He came again.

Wang Xinya sighed, adjusted her clothes, walked out of the house, into the courtyard, and saw the three teenagers standing in the morning sun with joy and full of vigor.

Vigorous!

The same was true of Mu Yun before.

But now in the past thousand years, more than 300,000 days and nights, Mu Yun is like this every day.

At night, the body collapsed and shattered, and the flesh and soul were torn apart. When the morning sun rose, he returned to the old withered pine again.

Thousands of years!

Why on earth!

Mu Yun used a big life-killing technique before, and this has never happened before!

But this time, where did the problem go?

Mu Qingyu...

Why could he foresee in advance, guide her to this Cangzhou, and find Mu Yun.

That being the case, there must be a way!

Wang Xinya felt sad.

If it were Qin Mengyao, there must be a way.

She is so outstanding!

But now...

Putting away the sadness in her heart, Wang Xinya came to the gate of the fence courtyard, opened the courtyard gate, and smiled slightly.

"Sister Fairy! Is Grandpa Mu still awake?" Zhang Yun said with a look of excitement: "What Grandpa Mu said yesterday, I have a real understanding, and I want to talk to Grandpa Mu."

Wang Xinya smiled slightly: "He is still resting, wait a minute!"

"Um."

The three teenagers sat in the courtyard, discussing their own understandings of yesterday enthusiastically.

Wang Xinya came to the side room and began to boil medicine.

Everything is the same as yesterday.

And these two people have spent the past thousand years like this.

The only difference is that after a while, some of the youths from Qinghe Village will worship into the Tianfengzong, and then new youths will come to Muyun and ask for guidance.

And over the past millennia, Mu Yun's position in this Qinghe Village has been steadily rising.

The villagers all know that there is an old man who escapes from the world living in the village. It is all speculation that this old man must be a strong man in the Great Dao Divine Realm.

Three poles in the sun, the door opened.

Mu Yun changed to a set of white long-distance runners, hobbled out, and sat down at the table.

Wang Xinya brought the medicine again and said lightly: "Drink it."

Mu Yun smiled bitterly: "Can you not drink it?"

"no."

Mu Yun didn't say much, and drank it all in one fell swoop.

After drinking the medicine, Wang Xinya packed it up, went to the side, played the piano again, and the three young Zhang Yun began to ask for advice enthusiastically.

Everything seems to reappear yesterday...