Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 248 The Forgotten People
In the canyon, due to the previous actions, the canyon here has completely become a mountain range, and it is extremely strong.

As soon as Fu Jiu and the others left, naturally no one was left behind, and the ordinary monsters were also trembling with fright from the big action before, not daring to approach easily.

After an unknown period of time, there was a faint voice of conversation over the mountains.

One of them sounded very old and said: "Your Majesty, according to our calculations, the sixth-order ancient monster will definitely appear here, and it happens to be used as a mount for His Majesty. Congratulations on His Majesty's arrival."

Then another mighty voice sounded: "That's right, the sixth-order ferocious beast is also qualified to be a mount for the widow."

After a while, some strange changes seemed to have taken place in the nearby space, and an inexplicable terror descended on this land.

A pair of cold and heartless eyes suddenly appeared in the sky without warning, as if they were meant to be there, but at this moment there was a hint of astonishment in the eyes.

"The widow's mount...is gone?"

The man muttered in a low voice, very puzzled. Behind him, a group of courtiers were sweating on their foreheads. They calculated that Jiuying should appear here. What happened?
The owner of these eyes squinted his eyes on the other side of time and space, and the scene that happened on the mountain not long ago passed before his eyes like a horse watching flowers.

"I see."

There was a rare smile on the majestic man's cold face, and finally, this smile became stronger and stronger.

"As expected of a new era, capable people and strange men emerge in endlessly. It's the few who underestimate the heroes of the world."

"However, only in this way, life will be more interesting!"

The owner of that old voice seemed to understand something, and asked, "Your Majesty, since Jiuying is dead, do we still need to come early?"

The man smiled: "Of course, in such a prosperous age, how can we not have the participation of the widow?"

After a long time, the sound gradually dissipated, and the unspeakable terror also left, but it was not far away from coming completely.

On the other side, Fu Jiu sat alone in the small pavilion in Liushui Yayuan. The tea set in the pavilion is still there, but there are fewer tea drinkers.

Fu Jiu didn't touch these tea sets, and without drinkers, tea tasting became dull.

He took out a jug of sake, poured out a glass and sprinkled it in the stream, with nostalgic eyes.

The God of the River came out of the stream, and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't fall into the river casually, the fish I raise are all drunk by you."

Fu Jiu glanced into the river, and sure enough, he saw a few goldfishes turning and bumping around in a daze, totally lost their sense of direction, so he couldn't help but smile.

"Fellow Daoist Bowen just fell asleep. As long as you are strong enough, it is not difficult to get him back from the endless time and space."

Fu Jiu's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course!" The River God affirmed.

Sun Xiaoman got out from behind Fu Jiu at some point, and said in agreement: "Yes, yes, Senior Liu Bowen will definitely come back again, and when he comes back, I will definitely become stronger than him. Impress him."

Sun Xiaoman clenched his fists tightly, with a firm expression on his face, and his confident expression also infected Fu Jiu.

"Well, next time we meet again, you must impress your husband."

A smile appeared on Fu Jiu's face. He felt that Mr. Bowen might be a good medicine sent by the system to spur his growth. It was still spurring him to grow after disappearing, but he couldn't care less. No matter how bitter the medicine was, he still couldn't. It's as sweet as glutinous rice.

While several people were talking, the aura in Liushui Yayuan began to mobilize slowly, and a vortex of aura slowly formed above the retreat room.

"It's Li Si?" Fu Jiu asked.

Since they came back, Li Si started to retreat and never came out, which shows how much Mr. Bowen's disappearance hit him.

Also retreating is Zhao Gongming, who is so arrogant that he cannot forgive his mistakes, even if it is not his fault.

He locked himself in the room now, and vowed not to come out until he returned to the fifth step.

The River God felt it and said, "It's Li Si's breath, but it's a little different. There seems to be a bit of coldness in it."

Fu Jiu thought thoughtfully: "Cold? Maybe he has awakened the inheritance from his previous life."

Although they only inherited the combat experience and supernatural powers from the previous life, and the memory will not be involved too much, it will still affect them to some extent.

"Li Si is also going to the fourth level?" Sun Xiaoman was a little annoyed. Seeing Fu Jiu's breakthrough one after another, she felt itchy in her heart. She couldn't wait to break through, but she just couldn't figure it out.

During this period, with Fujiu's help, she broke through to the late fifth level, and was only one step away from reaching the top. However, compared with Fujiu and the others, she still felt much inferior. She also wanted to directly break through to a large level.

If Fu Jiu and the others knew her thoughts, they would definitely be dumbfounded. Please, you broke through to the sixth level, and we broke through to the fourth level. Is there any comparison between them?

As time passed, the atmosphere in Yayuan became more and more serious, and chains of words appeared in the void, as if they wanted to lock the space together.

The vision of the breakthrough also alarmed the peripheral members of Shinhwa who were performing martial arts on the training ground. Monk Nangong Wanhehua was not here, Lu Wende was busy with the law enforcement team, and now it was Wang Feihu and Zhao Yunwusong who were training newcomers.

Wang Feihu, who used to be carefree in the past, is now like a good baby. He doesn't dare to take a breath. He can't explain the reason. He just feels like a big knife hanging over his head. As long as he does something out of the ordinary, the big knife will It will fall and kill him.

Zhao Yun, Wu Song and the others were also uncomfortable, all shrinking their necks, like eggplants beaten by Shuang.

Wu Song swallowed uneasily, and asked, "What's going on? Why do I feel like I'm being watched by something?"

His strength was slightly higher, Zhao Yun, who had already reached the peak of the third level and started to touch the spiritual energy, frowned and looked at the sky above Yayuan.

"I don't know either. It's probably some big guy who wants to break through."

Zhao Yun replied that he was a bachelor and helpless. There was nothing he could do. There were too many bosses in the organization. The two of them had not come out for nearly two hundred chapters. If Monk Hua and Changwan Nangong were not there, they would not even No chance to play.

Wu Song followed with a sigh, thinking that there were no more than ten people in the organization when the boss recruited him, and he could show up occasionally, but now, heh, the strength of the late third-order can only be used to train newcomers at most! ! ! ! ! !
Wu Song and Zhao Yun were very depressed. They were the first old members to follow Fu Jiu, and their resource allocation was much higher than that of ordinary members, but they were still stuck on the fourth-order threshold.

Seeing another big shot break through, the two clenched their fists, and they must not be so depressed anymore!
(End of this chapter)