As he said that, the magic vine cried out and then gently grabbed Mu Rufeng's place. Suddenly, Mu Rufeng felt a mark in his body appear.

"Mountain and Sea Mark!"

Mu Rufeng was surprised. How did the Magic Vine do it, but it didn't stop it. Although the few people were hostile at this time, they were more of them.

After this mark appeared, Mu Rufeng simply let go of the mark and his connection. The mark came straight to the Demon Vines. The Demon Vines closed their eyes, and then there was an endless and boundless sadness on their body.

In a trance, several people seemed to see figures appearing, including swords and swords, even wind, rain and thunder, four seasons alternating, grass and trees, and other scenes. In the end, these illusory scenes were absorbed by the marks of mountains and seas.

After a moment, the magic vine cried out again: "The endless Yangtze River is rolling."

Words are like rules, with a special fluctuation radiating. The depth of the wood-loud artistic conception seems to penetrate through another void, and a crack appears in the distance.

After the crack appeared, a sound of water suddenly flowed out and penetrated into the mind. For some reason, the few people only felt a chill coming.

The crack disappeared, but a huge stream of water appeared there. The stream of water surged to the ground, impacting the mountains, rocks, plants and trees. However, it did not destroy the scenery, but carried a soft force to quickly merge with the scenery and became one in an instant.

Mu Luo's heart was touched, and his eyes were staring at the river. The river winded from a distance, bringing a momentum, and it felt even more endless. At this time, his fallen leaves were sinking into the river and leaving.

The river water spread, but surprisingly, the ground under the feet of several people slowly retreated, and a crack formed in the middle seemed to become a riverbed. Sure enough, the river water really went along the river channel.

Mu Luo and Magic Vine face each other on both sides of the river. The river surging and hitting the rocks, making sounds come out, but the river water eventually fades away, and the sound will disappear, with only endless water and boundless fallen wood.

However, it was not over yet. At this time, the magic vine threw the mark back to Mu Luo. Mu Luo merged the mark, and then his figure became a little blurred, but a coldness came, but instead the coldness disappeared, but it made everyone feel lonely, and a certain emotion deep in their memory was evoked.

"There are always a guest in the miserable autumn of thousands of miles!"

Mu Luo said slowly, and after that, his figure gradually solidified. At this time, the wind suddenly blew, but it brought out the sound of the wind, which was different from the previous one and was no longer silent.

"There is wind, water, solemnity, sadness, and finally someone is the interpretation of autumn."

The Demon Vine is not sad or happy, this is his understanding, but his power is Mu Rufeng. He cannot yet manifest this artistic conception, but this method is enough to shock several people.

"sharp!"

Shi Lan and Xiaohe suddenly said, very much admiring. I don’t know whether it is to admire the magic vine or Mu Luofeng’s understanding, because Mu Luo’s artistic conception seems to have risen to another level. At least at this time, it is extremely difficult for a few people to distinguish the reality and imaginativeness of this artistic conception.

Mu Luo opened his eyes and bowed respectfully to the magic vine: "Thank you!"

His words were very serious, and he suddenly had no compassion in his eyes, but instead he had a hint of softness.

Several people felt the fallen leaves around them gradually began to float slowly, dancing in the autumn wind with a certain rhythm, and at some point, the water began to flow slowly, without the feeling of turbulence and a kind of soft power.

The Magic Vine didn't say much, it was just very calm.

Mu Rufeng put away the paper fan and said to several people: "I was defeated in the battle of artistic conception. The little monk's Buddhism is unique, and that kind of power seems to be compassion for life. The sadness of my artistic conception is comparable to this power, and it is not worth mentioning.

As for Shi Lan, the path is similar to Jin Lin, but it is different. Jin Lin uses her body as a tomb to bury all the sword moves and sword techniques, but you use your heart as your sword. Maybe I will be worse than you when you become a god."

When Mu Luo spoke, his eyes were very calm, which was very different from the previous Donghong's mood. He was aware of this, but there were not many surprises.

Finally he looked at Mu Ming and said, "As for you, it reminds me of someone."

Mu Ming's heart moved and said, "Who?"

Mu Luo glanced at Mu Ming and said, "Mu Lingyun, the breath between your eyebrows is so similar. I have seen the portrait of that person. You may not know that that person is a genius who is inferior to my elder brother."

Mu Ming shook his head, smiled slightly, and his eyes were calm.

But what is the state of mind?

In front of his clan brother, he mentioned the softness of his heart, and there were naturally waves. But Mu Ming had already imagined such a scene, so he did not reveal anything in his eyes.

As for the little monks and the others, they were a little surprised, but unlike the wooden name, they didn't feel much, just a little surprised.

Seeing Mu Ming's reaction, Mu Luo felt relieved for some reason, because Mu Ming's eyes were very calm. Even if Mu Ming closed his eyes in an instant, he would doubt it, but Mu Ming seemed to hear him talking about a trivial person.

"So, that's a great honor. My surname is Mu. Maybe we were a family five hundred years ago."

Mu Ming joked, but Mu Luo was stunned and said, "Maybe it is true. There are many side branches outside the Mu clan, but now it is almost impossible to find it."

"Are you friends with Mu Rufeng?" Mu Luo asked.

Mu Ming nodded and said, "I have experienced life and death together."

Mu Luo was a little surprised and asked, "Can you just say it?"

Mu Ming was a little surprised. Mu Luo explained: "Speaking of this, when he was a child, he once advised him to practice and was very friendly to me, but he was a concubine, which made it difficult for him to let go. However, he also worked hard, and later something happened, which made him leave on his own initiative."

Mu Ming understood, no wonder this person had such a big reaction before. Mu Ming nodded and briefly explained the situation that day.

After hearing this, Mu Luo said, "I didn't expect that Huo Zi Yan is here too. That guy is also a villain among the Fire Clan. Moreover, the Fire Clan and the Wood Clan have always been incompatible. I didn't expect that he would be the one who got along with each other. Just because I'm afraid I will be defeated if I continue to fight today."

Mu Luo shook his head and said with a smile, "No need to say more at this time, the outcome is no longer important. The three god treasures alone are even more acceptable, and there are several other methods that have not been used."

"Can you tell me how you broke free? I can see through the others, but you..." Mu Luo's tone was calm, and he was asking for advice.

Mu Ming nodded, and then exuded his power, which was the power of the wilderness.

Mu Luo's spiritual consciousness flew out, but he did not approach Mu Ming because he was afraid of causing Mu Ming's displeasure.

His spiritual sense was about to fly back, but his expression became solemn.

"The power of desolation is the power that can only evolve by fusion of the highest martial arts of the Wood Clan to evolve."
Chapter completed!