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Yi Qingyun picked him up, his mind went blank, he didn't even know who shot Mo Beichen.

He only knew that the body in his arms was motionless, like an ice sculpture, no matter how much he held the person in his arms, it would be of no avail.

He was terrified that the most important people in his life were leaving him.

Like crazy, Yi Qingyun broke into the side hall, only to find that the side hall was even more miserable like hell.

All the guests fell to the ground in disarray.

"This... how could it happen?" Yi Qingyun murmured, he even felt that he was in a real dream.

"Source book! Source book! Source book!" The man's eye sockets were almost torn open, and he shouted into the silent void.

"Master, are you calling me? I thought you would never call me again?" The little boy didn't hold Cuju this time, but was wearing a red dress that was dragged on the ground.

The style is the same as Yi Qingyun's.

"What's going on here? What happened to Beichen? What happened to those guests?"

The little boy shook his head, and said in a regretful tone, "I'm out of breath, they're all dead."

"What—? This is impossible." Yi Qingyun shook his head, trying to calm himself down, "I didn't notice it at all, no one in the entire world of cultivating immortals has such strength."

"Yes, I understand the doubts in Master's heart, please follow me." The child turned around with a serious expression.

The two walked out of the Xuanhuang Palace without hindrance, and they didn't meet anyone on the way.

The huge Xuanhuang Palace seemed to have become a dead city.

It is by a river outside Xuanhuang Hall.

The boy in red walked in front, and Yi Qingyun followed behind like a puppet hugging the unconscious Mo Beichen.

After walking for about a stick of incense, Yuanshu stopped under a willow tree wrapped in red silk.

A man as thin as a dry bone leaned against the trunk of the willow tree, and beside him was a book that glowed with spiritual light.

"Murong Qingran?" Yi Qingyun didn't recognize the other party's identity at a glance, mainly because the current Murong Qingran didn't even have a human face.

"This is the culprit." The little boy squatted down and picked up the open scrolls.

"What is this?" Yi Qingyun's tone was a little impatient.

He is really anxious now, but Yuan Shu is still talking about him here and there.

"Source book." The child held a corner of the scroll with a helpless expression on his face.

"What?" Yi Qingyun frowned.

"It's the source book, a part of me." The little boy turned the scroll over and pointed to the word "source" on the scroll, "Look here is my name."

"I just want to know how to save him!" Yi Qingyun's voice was full of anger, he was like a lion whose spouse had died, and he had nowhere to vent the pain in his heart.

Those blood-colored eyes seemed to be eating people.

"Master, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." The little boy said calmly without any fear, "You know very well that they are all dead, not only your Beichen, but also those guests. This is a fact. And the situation is worse than you think." Worse yet, wrap the fire in paper, and you may soon become a real monster."

"The entire comprehension world will think that this tragedy was caused by you, and you will soon become the target of public criticism and become the most evil person that everyone can punish."

"Do you think I care? I just want him alive!"

"That's right." Yuanshu shrugged, and he pointed to Murong Qingran, "Then let me get down to business, this person was bewitched by this part of my scroll."

"What do you mean?"

"The source book, the book of origin, I am actually omnipotent. But for some reason, I have become incomplete and my ability has become a little weak." The child disturbed his head.

"The source book, which is part of me, is a waste of waste. It doesn't have omnipotence, but it makes people feel omnipotent."

Yuan Shu looked at Yi Qingyun's sharp gaze, and quickly added: "Simply put, what Murong Qingran saw in this scroll was what he wanted to see, and it wasn't true. He seemed to have mistakenly thought that this scroll could give He has the ability to change everything."

"He really thinks too much, this scroll is just a part of me, how could it have such incredible power." The child curled his lips and said, "What a poor guy, he seems to be addicted to fantasy until he dies. Didn't break free."

"So what does this have to do with Beichen?"

"Before he died, he hoped to go back and start again with your Taoist companion." The child paused, then turned his eyes a little guilty, and said softly: "As a part of me, although I don't have the ability to reverse the void, I can take a Human life is still possible, and then his life was sacrificed for it.”

"Are you kidding me? Everything is because of you?" Yi Qingyun's sanity was completely broken, the huge wings on his back emerged, and scales slowly climbed up on his body.

"It can't be blamed on me. This part of me has no intelligence. It is just a powerful spiritual treasure. If the master wants to blame it, he can blame Murong Qingran. It is really unfair to blame me." The child shrank back while pulling the scroll. .

However, Yi Qingyun was already going crazy, he couldn't accept this explanation at all.

If he can really go back to the past, he will directly destroy the source book, and it will be over once and for all.

The child naturally felt the murderous intent on Yi Qingyun, even though he and Yi Qingyun are in a relationship of both prosperity and loss.

But he knew that the man in front of him, who was no different from a beast, was not afraid of death at all.

He quickly waved his hand and said hurriedly: "Master, wait, there is still a chance to redeem all this."

The man paused, and forcibly suppressed the overwhelming anger: "Say!"

The child swallowed, then opened his mouth and swallowed the scroll in his hand.

After a dazzling flash of light, the child burped.

"Okay, okay, I'm complete now. Master, it's too late now." The child twitched the corner of his mouth and said proudly.

"Is it in time?"

"Yes, we can change this result. So what if we die, we can stop everything before it happens." Yuan Shu walked over and came to Yi Qingyun's side.

"You said you don't have the ability to reverse the void." Yi Qingyun said coldly.

When he lost Mo Chen, Yuan Shu told him that it was too late, which showed that the other party did not have the ability to start all over again.

Now the other party has changed his tone, but he dare not be too happy too early, everything the source book said has exceeded his basic cognition.

"It's different, I swallowed that part and it's complete, master." The child held Yi Qingyun's red sleeve, "We can stop all of this."

Yi Qingyun just stared at Yuan Shu's face without speaking.

"But this is a narrow escape." Yuan Shu murmured, "Maybe something serious will happen."

Suddenly the situation changed, and the sound of thousands of troops and horses rushing from the sky seemed to be faintly heard.

"It seems that some revenge seekers have come here!" Yuan Shu looked at the sky without being a little nervous, but excited, "Master, you are about to be besieged by the ten sects of the Immortal Dao, and by the way, there is also the Mozun Palace. It is the enemy of the world."

"The future of both paths is bleak!" Yuan Shu said with emotion.

"How to go back?" Yi Qingyun asked coldly without looking back.

Yuan Shu froze for a moment, then smiled: "It's very simple, just close your eyes."

"Don't dare to lie to the master, just close your eyes. The danger is not going back, but how to get back." Yuan Shu said softly.

As if Yi Qingyun had never heard of it, he closed his blood-colored eyes without hesitation.

The next moment, Yi Qingyun's location was surrounded by a sea of ​​flames.

The four figures rushed down, and Qinglong picked up Mo Beichen who was lying on the ground with a cold body.

"My lord! My lord!" In just a moment, Qinglong's eyes were full of despair.

"Qinglong, aren't you a master of rejuvenation? Hurry up and save Your Majesty!" Baihu growled anxiously from the side.

"How to save! How to save people when they are dead!" Qinglong raised his head suddenly and roared, "Yi Qingyun! Yi Qingyun! I will kill you! I will let the Lord of the Killing Realm be buried with you in the Demon Palace!"

The sound echoed over the entire lore domain.

The huge bright red firebird spewed hot flames to the entire domain of lore.

The entire lore domain was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Yi Qingyun didn't know all this, he was in the silent darkness at the moment.

"Master, you can open your eyes now." The crisp child's voice rang in Yi Qingyun's ears.

"Where is this?" Yi Qingyun opened his eyes and looked around, not knowing where he was.

What he saw seemed to be a tall and narrow gate, which seemed to be the side gate of a certain sect.

"Beichen?" Yi Qingyun thought of something and felt empty in his arms.

He lowered his head, let alone Mo Beichen, he couldn't even see his own body.

"Master, this was 250 years ago. You haven't been born yet. As for your Taoist companion, he will be here soon." The voice of the source book came again.

"250 years ago? What are you talking about?" Yi Qingyun was attracted by a furious voice before he understood the situation.

"A mere novice disciple, you actually stole our Xihezong's superior skill of lighting Cang Lie's fire palm. You are really not greedy enough. The suzerain just abolished your cultivation, which is really cheap for you." A few tall monks Throwing a thin boy and a group of black shadows out of the gate.

The boy was slammed to the ground by the man, in a panic.

"The most ridiculous thing is that you dare to think about Senior Sister Rongrong. It's really a toad who wants to eat swan meat! Go back to your small county town! Don't be so embarrassing here!" One of the hook-nosed monks raised his head and sneered. .

"I didn't learn any palm techniques secretly. Brother Mu Ze taught me." The boy stood up with difficulty while holding his broken ribs, and carefully protected the dying black cat in his arms.

"What a joke! Brother Mu Ze didn't learn it himself, but instead taught you the Dian Cang Lie Huo Palm. You really know how to talk nonsense." The man sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"I'm not lying." The boy raised his dirty face and said seriously.

"Mo Beichen, right? Get out of Xi and Zong quickly! You trash, get out!" The hooked nose kicked the young man again in frustration.

The boy snorted and fell to the ground holding the black cat.

Yi Qingyun's eyes were already bloodshot, he wanted to kill those people and protect the young man behind him.

But the hooked-nosed attack directly passed through his body, and still hit the boy.

"Didn't you say change? What can I change like this?" After Yi Qingyun became the emperor, he once again fell into powerless anger.

"Master, let's not talk about you at this time, even if your parents were not born, you don't have a body at all now." Yuan Shu explained helplessly, "Even if you go back to the past, you can't do whatever you want, and no one knows that your actions will affect you. What impact will it have in the future?"

Yuan Shu didn't know if Yi Qingyun had listened, in his eyes, Yi Qingyun was staring at the down-and-out young man intently.

"As long as you have a body."

"It's best to be the one that just died." Yuan Shu nodded and said, "It's hard to find this kind, and the ones in the mass graves have been dead for too long."

"Master!" Yuan Shu's pupils narrowed sharply, looking at Yi Qingyun's actions with disbelief.

"Black Dou, Black Dou!" The boy looked down at the motionless black cat in his arms, extremely sad.

The black cat was picked up by the boy, and it has been with him for a month, but it is his only partner here in Xihezong.

But now, his only friend is gone.

He was alone again.

Just when the boy was sad, a fluffy paw rested on his hand.

"Black Dou! You're not dead! That's great!" The boy was very excited, and his beautiful eyes seemed to shine brightly.

"Hahaha! Stop licking! It's so itchy!" The black cat climbed onto his shoulder and gently licked the boy's face. The boy couldn't help laughing because of the itching on his face.

He couldn't see the source book in the void, he didn't expect his master to be willing to commit himself to the body of a cat.

Still a lame black tom.

The author has something to say: trouble, later I will talk about Lord Mozun's childhood and clear up some doubts.

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I don't have any ideals now, I just want to write this story in its entirety.

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