Yin Shen Palace was stunned.

When did Mulin Yuan leave and say a special blessing to himself?

He said suspiciously: "Lao Mu, you really don't want to come back, do you?"

Mulinyuan's white beard fluttered, he laughed and said: "The leader is over-concerned, but because Night Demon established the Night Demon Sect, my subordinates suddenly remembered the days when we established the Yixin Sect. At that time, there were only four of us.

Personally, looking back now, it has been more than a thousand years."

He looked at the vast snow and felt a little sad: "When I think about it now, it feels like a lifetime ago. I just feel like I have had a long dream along the way. Now, when I go to help Night Demon establish the Night Demon Cult, I suddenly feel a sense of

A sense of reincarnation.”

Let’s talk about those days.

The Yin Shen Palace couldn't help but feel a little startled. In the heavy snow, it seemed that he, Mu Linyuan, Qian Sanjiang, and Hou Fang were choosing sites together, and they were in high spirits together...

It's been a really long time ago.

"Yes... I was a little confused during those days."

Yinshen Palace said with emotion: "Old Mu, at that time... your hair was still black."

Mulinyuan laughed and said, "I still remember at that time, what was the name of the wine we often drank, Passion Fruit Fragrance."

Yinshen Palace suddenly smiled with fascination and said: "When you come back this time, I will use the scent of passion fruit to catch the wind for you."

"good."

Mulinyuan laughed: "When the time comes, I will definitely be drunk with the leader!"

Yinshen Palace laughed loudly and said: "Okay."

Mulinyuan stood on the same spot, with heavy snow falling continuously on him. Yin Shen Palace stood at the door, his body clean.

The two looked at each other.

The forest was far away and he stopped talking.

Yinshen Palace wondered: "Old Mu, what do you have to say to me that you still have concerns about?"

Mulinyuan laughed, but took a step closer and said softly: "Master, I have a feeling recently."

"How does it feel?" Yinshen Palace asked.

"Recently, I have seen the leader constantly rectifying the newcomers to the sect. Maybe it is because I am old and have an old mentality... I always feel tired. The leader..."

Mulinyuan asked softly: "...Are you tired?"

Tired?

Yinshen Palace was stunned for a moment.

During this time, I was not only tired, but physically and mentally exhausted.

It was completely different from the previous Yixinjiao. It was an indescribable feeling of awkwardness.

Seeing the heavy snow falling continuously on Mu Linyuan's body and head in front of him, Yinshen Palace said with some confusion: "Old Mu...why do you say that?"

"Because I can feel your fatigue, Master."

Mu Linyuan said seriously: "Master, I can't sleep recently. I often think about... this world seems to have become strange... There is a feeling that this world is no longer our world... that kind of feeling."

Yinshen Palace let out a long sigh.

This arena is no longer our arena!

For a moment, this sentence caused thoughts to swirl in my heart.

Indeed, ever since those saints and those venerables came to the One Heart Sect.

Since the end of the leader-level Gu-raising-to-god plan, looking at the little cult leaders, each one's cultivation level is far beyond what I could compare to when I was the leader...

Yinshen Palace actually already had this feeling in his heart.

The feeling of 'the waves behind push the waves ahead' gave Yinshen Palace the feeling that as a front wave, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer keep up with the times.

It is a kind of exhaustion that comes from the soul.

After being silent for a while, Yinshen Palace said bitterly: "Old Mu, but we are still alive, and we have no room to retreat."

"That's why I'm tired."

Mulinyuan's eyes were warm: "Now I am going to help Night Demon establish a sect. I have a hunch that once the Night Demon sect is established, it will far surpass us."

Yin Shen Palace stood silently with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the vast sky with heavy snow, I feel that my own mood is just like the heavy snow.

Confused, drifting, but not knowing where I landed.

"When you come back, have a good drink!"

At this moment, Yinshen Palace almost wanted to keep Mulin away.

Don't care about anything else.

Have a drink first.

Because of this heart-wrenching empathy and inexplicable exhaustion, he really wanted to get drunk.

Mulinyuan smiled: "Master, I'm going."

Watching Mulin walk away, Yinshen Palace felt like there were twenty-five rabbits in his belly, with hundreds of claws scratching his heart.

Muttering uneasily.

You have to come back, right?

This old guy... Before he left, he actually aroused the emotions of the labor and management for many years. When he comes back, beat him to death!

But there is one thing that Lao Mu is right about.

I don’t know when this world began to become so unfamiliar.

The arena is no longer my arena.

Yin Shen Gong stood with his hands behind his back.

My thoughts are vague and confused, as if my heart has nowhere to go.

Looking at the vast snow, it seems that every snowflake is transforming into a familiar and gentle face.

Those star-like eyes were looking at him tenderly and affectionately.

"Ruochen..."

Yinshen Palace murmured to himself: "Do you also know how tired I am?...Actually, I am really tired..."

…

Fang Che transformed into a night devil and flew through the blizzard. Soon, he found dragons, phoenixes, horses, cattle, sheep and Mo Wang.

"See the leader!"

"Well, wait here a moment, and we'll choose the address of our sect."

"yes."

Fang Che observed it and found that the cultivation levels of several people had basically improved significantly, especially Mo Wang, who was now at the eighth level of the saint level!

Among the six people, he is firmly in the first place.

Don’t be arrogant, you are an eighth-grade saint.

Long Yikong, sixth grade saint level.

Feng Wanxia, ​​the pinnacle of the fifth level saint level.

Ma Qianli, fourth grade saint level.

Niu Baizhan, fourth grade saint level.

Sheep 90%, the pinnacle of the third level saint level.

During the period after Yanggu became a god, these people have improved greatly.

This is very clear.

When he was in the Gu Mysterious Realm, Mo Wang was only at the sixth level of the saint level. But now he has reached the eighth level.

In addition to having hope in my heart, other treasures must have been used.

So does everyone else.

It can be seen that everyone is ambitious and wants to follow the Night Demon Cult Leader and do something grand and grand!
Chapter completed!