Mu Renqing was stunned at the speech, then stood up and walked out of the hole.


    He saw a piece of white, snow like white satin, shining a little brilliance in the sunlight, like gemstone eyes.


    After looking at it for a while, Mu Renqing''s eyes seemed to twinkle.


    "Thank you!"


    He took a deep breath and suddenly said.


    A gust of wind came out, and a mass of snow blew from the place where they stood and hit Mu Renqing''s face.


    Mu Renqing smiled and said softly, "Zizhan, don''t be naughty!"


    Yang Xuan looked at Mu Renqing with a smile on his face. After a long silence, he suddenly asked, "don''t you hate me?"


    Mu Renqing''s palm had some snow. He held it carefully, like a peerless treasure.


    After hearing Yang Xuan''s voice, he didn''t look back, but smiled: "dream thousands of autumn, but become a king and defeat an enemy, why hate? Why hate?"


    Yang Xuan''s eyes fell on his palm, smiled and said, "I thought you would hate me to the bone."


    Mu Renqing carefully clutched the snow in his hand, then looked at Yang Xuan, smiled and shook his head: "white, you underestimate my words."


    "Are your words true or Mu Renqing?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "Mu Renqing means that words are not empty, and words are not empty." Mu Renqing said, "it''s the same person. How can we distinguish?"


    Seeing Yang Xuan looking at him, Mu Renqing smiled and then said, "Mu Renqing was right before the Mu family was killed."


    Yang Xuan understood. He had to say that the Muslim was really a conspirator. As the saying goes, cunning rabbits and three caves have been perfectly interpreted here.


    "Then why are you the son of the holy mountain again?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "The holy mountain embraces all rivers. Why can''t I be the son of the holy mountain?" the Mu people said clearly.


    After that, he turned his head, as if he remembered something, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.


    "The ground bead is on you?" Mu Renqing looked at Yang Xuan and said word by word.


    Yang Xuan looked indifferent, but a strange touch appeared in his eyes. After a long time, he slowly asked, "what is a ground bead?"


    He had a strong premonition that Mu Renqing''s earth beads were probably talking about the black beads in his body.


    "Delimit the earth bead among the three beads." Mu Renqing explained without thinking.


    Yang Xuan''s heart moved: "delimit the three beads?"


    Mu Renqing suddenly took a deep breath and calmed down his slightly excited mood.


    After that, he shook his head and said, "forget it, even if you have ground beads, it has nothing to do with me."


    Yang Xuan asked again, "what is the delimitation of the three beads?"


    Mu Renqing explained: "I also had no intention to read the classics of the holy mountain. I saw such a sentence that the earth bead among the three beads is the bane of the holy mountain. Any skill of the holy mountain will be completely absorbed by the earth bead. As for the specific situation, I don''t know."


    After a pause, he said, "you can absorb the power of the soul of the holy mountain, so I dare to guess that the earth beads mentioned in the classics should be on you."


    Yang Xuan was silent. Mu Renqing said vaguely, but he was very sure that the mysterious black bead in his body was probably the ground bead among the three beads.


    Delimit three beads!


    He repeated these four words in his mouth with an inexplicable look.


    For a time, neither of them was talking, leaving only the sound of wind blowing, like someone whispering.


    I don''t know how long later, Mu Renqing suddenly said, "from now on, I want you to do something for me."


    "What''s up?"


    "After I die, I hope you can also scatter my ashes here." Mu said quietly, with a trace of sadness in his voice: "I want to accompany her."


    Yang Xuan was silent and nodded: "yes!"


    Mu Renqing took a deep breath and smiled: "thank you!"


    "No!" Yang Xuan said.


    "Finally, I''ll give you something to express my gratitude."


    Mu people smiled lightly and raised their arms slightly.


    The next moment, a black chain shot out of his palm and went straight to Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuan looked indifferent, but quietly looked at the black chain that appeared for the second time.


    Seeing Yang Xuan''s indifferent look, Mu Renqing showed a touch of appreciation in his eyes. Suddenly, the black chain completely dissipated and instantly turned into a black fog, surrounding Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes narrowed. In the black fog, he saw a text.


    "Spirit refining."


    After reading it, Yang Xuan understood it.


    This is just a few hundred words, which is the holy mountain skill practiced by Mu Renqing.


    Turn the soul power of others into your own power.


    Genius!


    Yang Xuan exclaimed in his heart.


    It has to be said that the founders of this holy mountain are really extremely talented and unique. They refine their soul power with their soul and condense their holy power with their soul power.


    Although this holy spirit soul refining is obviously not the highest and deepest skill of the holy mountain, he can see the whole leopard. From this skill, he can see a corner of the giant of the holy mountain.


    The black fog dispersed, revealing Mu Renqing''s pale face without blood.


    It can be seen that it is extremely difficult for him to issue a black chain.


    "Thanks!" Yang Xuanchong said to him.


    "Remember your promise!"


    Mu Renqing finally looked at Yang Xuan, then turned around and his eyes fell on the snow.


    The wind blows snow like white flowers!


    After a long silence, a low, almost inaudible voice came out of Mu Renqing''s mouth.


    "Last year, I saw you off like poplars. This spring, poplars like snow, but I didn''t return home..."


    The sound of home fell, accompanied by snowflakes falling from the sky. Mu Renqing slowly sat on the ground, but for a moment, there was no breath.


    Mu Renqing is dead!


    In the past, the brilliant Mu family leader and the famous Tianyi valley were true. His Highness the son of the holy mountain, everything melted in the snow with his last words.


    "Poplars are like snow, but they don''t return home..."


    It seems that murenqing''s voice is still floating in the wind.


    A large amount of black fog emanated from his body.


    Without waiting for Yang Xuan to react, the black beads in his body could not wait to rotate and suck all the black fog in.


    The heart moved, and Yang Xuan kept it in the storage ring. Shen Yuguan''s broken arm and the sword of great light also appeared in front of him.


    At the next moment, Shen Yuguan''s broken arm and the sword of great light were all turned into black fog, which was rudely inhaled by Heizhu.


    When the tremor came, the black bead that inhaled a lot of soul power began to vibrate unprecedentedly and sent out bursts of strong fluctuations.


    Yang Xuan ignored the change of black bead for the time being, but popped up a spark.


    Sparks fell on Mu Renqing''s body and began to burn.


    However, in a short time, Mu Renqing''s body turned into a pile of ashes. I don''t know where the wind came from, so it was all integrated into the flying snow without any trace.


    A generation of heroes, the peerless hero Mu Renqing turned into a heavy snow. It seems that he accompanied Mu Zizhan forever with guilt.


    Vaguely, Yang Xuan seemed to hear a long sigh, echoing between heaven and earth for a long time.


    When the Mu people turned into heavy snow, the black beads in Yang Xuan finally stopped shaking and turned rapidly.


    Yang Xuan''s heart moved!


    coming!