The son-in-law of the first wealthy family

With Mu Sheng's cultivation, he could easily detect the changes in this person's blood!

Such a strong and terrifying aura caused all the members of the Song family to change their complexions drastically!
Their eyes were full of anxiety, looking at the scene in front of them.

After pondering for a moment, all the people knelt down on the ground with eyes full of respect.

"Ancestor!"

Mu Sheng understands that the appearance of this phantom is actually just a shadow left by his spiritual consciousness, and it is not his real body at all.

But even this person's consciousness has reached such a rotten state.

Such a person simply cannot hold on for too long, and is about to die.

"Little gentleman, now that you have come to the prefect city, you are related to our Song family. Why don't we meet and chat?"

Mu Sheng smiled, nodded immediately, and agreed.

"Okay, since this ancestor is so respectful, then I will naturally give this ancestor a face."

"If there is a practitioner in Kyushu who can have such a powerful god star, think about it, and know that it must be from the God of War, Abu Ye."

A faint smile appeared on the face of the silver-haired man, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at the god star above Mu Sheng's head, immediately crossed his hands, closed his eyes, and then bowed slightly to Mu Sheng.

"Hehe, get up, don't be so polite."

Mu Sheng walked up to the old gentleman, bowed slightly, and looked very respectful.

The old lady's eyes were full of anxiety and tension, as if she was afraid that Mu Sheng would suddenly do something bad to their ancestors.

Mu Sheng couldn't help but looked a few more times curiously, the silver-haired man seemed to have sensed Mu Sheng's curiosity, couldn't help laughing, opened his mouth slowly, and asked back.

Unexpectedly, when the old lady heard these words, she suddenly showed eagerness, and quickly explained: "Old ancestor, but the identity of this little gentleman, we have not yet known!"

His cultivation level is almost the same as that of his master, but his master has never shown his figure in front of him.

There was a very profound feeling in his eyes, as if he had experienced countless things in his life!
But his expression and appearance are thousands of miles away. It is obvious that he has a young body, but he has an old soul!

Although he has silver hair, he still looks like he is in his 20s.

Now, standing in front of me, the strong man of the Song family who has reached the level of a fairy god has already begun to rot and fester.

If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of the ancestor, perhaps at that time, he would be beaten out by the old lady of the Song family as a villain.

In the front position, there is a bench carved out of diamonds, and a man with silver hair sits on it.

"My current realm has reached the realm of immortals and gods, so I can maintain my age at the moment I want to maintain."

"Xiao Mister, you should be very puzzled, why do I look so young?"

But even so, his body exudes the breath of a dying person, and the blood and vitality in his whole body are gradually rotting.

He couldn't help shaking his head lightly, and then he took a deep breath, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Actually, I understand what your reason for coming is, but now the lineage of the ancient gods has actually undergone drastic changes."

There is spiritual energy everywhere around here, and there are many spiritual things that replenish energy and blood.

"Besides, you are not a practitioner of Dongsheng at all, so you must be a practitioner from Kyushu."

As a minor cultivator myself, I can't see the real body of my master at all.

"How did Mr. Song know about this?"

"This is a long river. After an unknown amount of time, just when we all thought that Abu had passed away, you actually came here with his inheritance!"

What Mu Sheng said made Song Beiwang look a little helpless.

Now Song Beiwang's energy and blood were not as good as before, and he didn't dare to consume his own energy and blood at all.

If he was still full of energy and blood, he would have bowed directly to Mu Sheng long ago.

Mu Sheng glanced back at the group of people, and walked into the circle of light step by step amidst their vigilant and uneasy expressions.

"Hehe, so Mr. Song already knows the purpose of my coming here, right?"

Soon, Mu Sheng felt that he had come to a closed secret room.

"Hehe, it's actually not difficult. I am a practitioner from Dongsheng myself, and my major is God Star, so we all have feelings for each other."

A smile flashed across Song Beiwang's face, and he slowly raised his head to look at Mu Sheng.

Now this slight bowing action can be regarded as exhausting his vitality!

Mu Sheng didn't expect that this trip would take no effort at all!
His original intention was to meet this one.

After such a figure put down the words, it immediately waved its arm.

A faint smile appeared on the face of the silver-haired man, and then he spoke slowly, saying word by word: "Actually, my real name is Song Beiwang."

Song Beiwang's eyes were full of eagerness.

"You still don't want to meet him, otherwise, you may cause trouble!"

"Senior, my surname is Mu."

After Song Beiwang's words came out, Mu Sheng's expression suddenly became incomparably astonished, and he looked at Song Beiwang in front of him in shock.

He couldn't bear the turbulent surge of his blood at all.

"I am the tenth patriarch of the Song family. I guess the six-pointed star between your eyebrows is inherited from Abu, the war god of the lineage of the ancient gods, right?"

Unexpectedly, the ancestor just waved his hand lightly, without any fear on his face, and smiled slightly: "It's not in the way."

"Today's tribe has been divided into three parts, and many ancient gods occupy these three areas without interfering with each other."

"And today's battle, do you know why it became like this?"

What Song Beiwang said immediately caused Mu Sheng to fall into deep thought.

He understands that this place itself is a barren place, perhaps because they want to compete for the resources needed for cultivation, or because they want the ancient gods to be used by them.

But the truth of the matter, is this really the case?
If it was really that simple, Song Beiwang probably wouldn't ask himself that.