"If it cannot be solved, our Momen will be over."

The turtle fairy on the other side also sighed quietly.

Only then did Lu Yuan notice that there seemed to be many craftsmen here.

And the Turtle Fairy and the Crane Fairy are all mythological masters, so the ones standing below are naturally disciples.

Momen, a sect specializing in forging, does not distinguish between race, blood, and has no distinction between religions and no distinction.

In this era, this concept is still quite rare.

But when the disaster comes, the bloodlines are always more reliable to keep warm. Momen cannot bear too much responsibility, so it is better to let them go home.

A group of disciples cried and picked their own little animals.

No one chose Lu Yuan, a strange existence, as if he had come out of thin air.

Lu Yuan:...

(You guys at least take a look at me! Why do you do this? I feel that I can fight very well!)

"Why did there be one more? It's also pitiful. I don't know what gave birth to it, and I can't figure out the bloodline... It's normal for no one to ask for it."

"Duomin, you can raise this greedy demon god together." He Xianren pointed to one of the three-eyed people, "You won't go home anyway."

The three-eyed man is not very old, and seems to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. He looks a little immature and bent down respectfully: "No!"

Only then did Lu Yuan realize that Duomu was following a small turtle, called the "Immortal Giant Turtle", which was only the size of a palm, and its ability was "Immortal".

The Immortal Giant Turtle screamed at him, looking like a turtle.

"Wow!" Lu Yuan was about the same size as the Immortal Giant Tortoise at this moment, just a small stone man, and started fighting with the Immortal Giant Tortoise.

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Next is the day of disbanding the Momen.

A large group of craftsmen stood in a white jade square and cried. The sound was like killing a pig, and it could be heard for a long time.

Lu Yuan followed his master to "look many times". Looking far away, he would find that where they were, there was a huge floating mountain called "Kunlun Mountain". At the top of Kunlun, the sea of ​​clouds surging like silver waves swaying in the sky. Sometimes a white crane broke through the fog and the sound of wings was as clear as jade; the twelve jade towers hang upside down between the ice cliffs, and the wind chimes swayed at the corners of the eaves, emitting the sound of Qing Shang.

In ancient times, there was an innate spiritual treasure on Kunlun Mountain, and there was a river called "Baiyu River". Drinking the river water can open up spiritual wisdom.

However, too long after too long, the innate spiritual treasure had long disappeared, and the Baiyu River water also lost its function of opening the spirit, but the last ceremony of Momen was still drinking the river water here.

“Taixu Xuanxuan, Zifu Cave is open;

A little bit of inspiration shines on the magic platform.

The sky is clear and the earth is peaceful, and the wisdom and soul return;

Three souls gather together, and seven orifices are clear!"

He Xianren presided over the entire ceremony.

Lu Yuan also took a sip of the river water, which was cold and a little sweet.

"Grass and trees have nature, and metal and stone contain essence."

"Today, inherit the Taoist rhyme, enlighten the true spirit."

People couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Okay, stop crying. Even if the Momen is disbanded, we are still here."

"If there is any difficulty in the future, you can also avoid it. Master will not refuse to save you when you die."

"You can come back anytime."

Compared to the crying of adults, children feel a sense of joy, and they are all dancing.

In addition to research, this Kunlun Mountain is just a boring life. In addition, there are too many geniuses here, and there are amazing people every year, and the introductory volume is too serious.

Now that I have returned to my own tribe and become a superior person, that is a happy day.

However, "Duomi" is different from other children. He is an orphan and has been adopted by the Mo family since he was a child and cannot return to the so-called clan.

"It may be deserted in the future, but you were just born and don't know what the so-called liveliness is."

"Give you some food." Duomei handed over two golden grass, "From the future, I will stay with me and stay on this mountain. We have been fighting outside. We will block the mountain and protect ourselves. There is no need to worry about you."

Lu Yuan opened his mouth and swallowed the golden grass.

An indescribable sense of comfort came from the depths of his heart, like a heat flowing throughout his body, making him unable to help but want to moan comfortably.

The immortal giant tortoise was not enough to eat one. "Wow" wanted something from Lu Yuan's mouth, but was hit by Lu Yuan with one punch.

【Evolution Grass】

【Legendary · Natural Strange Object】

[A plant that can enhance its potential and pure bloodline usually grows only where the innate spiritual treasures have appeared.]

For some reason, he felt a little heartbroken and felt that it was not cost-effective to eat this grass directly.

And the other craftsmen were still crying.

"Master, please tell you a secret." He Xianren suddenly, "I have some clues about the source of the infinite Qi."

"Look, that is the Million Mile Mile Mile I have carefully created, which can see the world in the Chaos Sea! I suspect that the infinite Qi is to nurture the Chaos Sea."

Lu Yuan turned his head and the "Million Mile Mile" stood on the top of the mountain, like an oversized pot lid, and the grade actually reached mythical level.

Although the manufacturing method is a bit rough, it also has a kind of opening and closing, rough and simple, in line with the beauty of nature.

"When I find the truth and block the source of infinite Qi, our Pangu Continent will naturally restore tranquility!" He Xianren is full of confidence.

Any masterpiece of mythology requires huge effort and extremely powerful functions.

"Master, how do you block the source? Our combat power is not enough." A disciple questioned.

"Haha, Master Turtle is developing the most powerful combat weapons, which are even more powerful than those polluted myths!" said He Xianren, "You will know then, don't worry."

"Master Gui, isn't our Momen not developing those war weapons?"

The turtle fairy bowed his hand, looking stinky: "If you don't offend me, I won't offend you, it's time and time. Those stinky guys covet my Kunlun Mountain every day, don't blame us for making something even more terrifying."

"We in Pangu Continent have countless capable people and patriots. Are you going to worry about it all?"

Speaking of this, everyone's confidence became more and more confident.

The two masters, Turtle and Crane, are so smart and powerful. They were the first people to drink Qiling Spring in ancient times. They lived for a long time, and their wisdom was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

And the turtle man seemed to have invented something particularly interesting, and a turtle face couldn't help laughing out loud: "Please look, this is my latest myth, Pangu brain!"

"This thing can replace us thinking about problems, comparable to the computing power of a billion people."

Lu Yuan widened his eyes and saw a super large walnut. The gray and white gullies entrenched into a maze, which made people dazzled. The walnut kernels were also filled with vines and insect compound eyes, and its ugly appearance made people feel a little uncomfortable.

In this era, creating myths seems to be a very simple thing.

Especially for these great masters who stand at the top, many "myths" can be created in their lifetime.

Myths require not only manufacturing technology, but also new idealistic rules. From this perspective, early birth time is also an advantage. The easiest fruit to pick will always be picked by predecessors, while later generations can only look at the fruit that cannot be picked and sighed.

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Chapter completed!