"Wind ......"

There was a murmuring voice in the great hall. It's the boy in the turquoise robe, the boy who was ordained by the Moro, the man who was born without a life.

The strongest doppelganger of the First Ancestor of the Wind Clan, the old man immediately revealed a look in his eyes when he heard the sound, and there was something faintly crystalline. Is it true, that is, is it your voice, mine, my grandson......

"Wind ...... Wind ............"

It's really not an illusion, it's really, it's really my grandson who is talking! The old man couldn't help but cry a little. It's been so many years, but how long has it been? I heard the child's cry when he was born after the great war at the beginning of the era, and after so many years, I finally heard his voice!

He's saying, "The wind, it's the wind!"

"Wind ...... Wind, ...... wind," the young man muttered, softly.

What is this? The old man had doubts. It seems, a name?

"Word name"!

The old man suddenly remembered that when the Mo Luo used the Wraith Knife before, it seemed that he had said a "word name", that is, the child had just said his own name, and he remembered that Mo Luo had also said a sentence, "Wake up or not, find your own answer, and you will say the name yourself." "So, will you wake up......

The old man didn't know. He wanted to know. Because the green-robed young man had been silent since he whispered the word "Fengshi", but this time, the young man no longer had a life crisis, he had escaped from the turquoise wooden coffin and was unharmed, and the mourning image had also dissipated, and the golden ghost mask left behind after its dissipation was even worn on the young man's face, which seemed to be used for it. Well, there is only one doubt.

My grandson, when will I wake up......

So, the old man settled the green-robed young man and immediately searched out, wanting to catch up with Mo Luo and ask for clarification.

However......

An old man stood at the door of the main hall in a daze, and saw a young man with dim eyes stretching out his single left arm, slowly groping, and there was a reddish mark on his forehead.

Is this the Moro?

He's fumbling for the location of the gate, isn't it just three steps to his left......

Is the red mark on his forehead because he hit ~wall~ before~......

The old man didn't reflect for a while. Is this the demon boy who saved his grandson and defeated the terrible mourning shadow before......

His eyes, yes, are they invisible? Speaking of which, this demon boy is really strange.,Obviously, the demon clan pays the most attention to physical strength.,But this young man is one-armed.,There seems to be a big problem with his eyes.,Although these two places obviously hide a deep power, and even I have to be very afraid of the power.,But I can clearly feel that his eyes and right hand have indeed been lost.。 This is also a poor teenager, not to mention that he still has to carry that thing......

The old man sighed a little for a while, and suddenly a complicated taste suddenly appeared in his heart, nameless and incomprehensible. He stepped forward gently, picked up Mora, and walked outside the main hall, looking at the strange sky and not knowing what to say. He wanted to ask about his grandson, but he didn't know how to say it for a while. At this time, it was Moro who spoke.

"Your grandson has already made his name. ”

"It's called Fengshi. ”

"You don't have to worry about it, he'll wake up. It's just that, as a fateful person, he will choose his own path. ”

The old man was silent. "Exactly, what is the destiny of the people. ”

Moro was silent for a moment. "Yes, an option. ”

Moro took out a roll of brocade and handed it to the old man. "Wait, your grandchild will soon make his own choice and will soon wake up from his dream. If he wakes up with a mask in the color of the wind, give him the brocade, and if he wakes up with a golden mask, you burn it and let him find his own way. If it's black or something......"

Mo Luo suddenly took out the Wraith Knife, a symbol flashed on the knife, and another knife slashed out, and it actually cut out a crack in space, like a portal.

The old man was shocked when he saw this portal. It was the secret method of the ancient underworld to travel through space, which was more flexible, convenient and effective than today's teleportation array, but wasn't this secret method already lost in history with the demise of the underworld?

"If it's black or something, it's not something you can solve, explain it to him, and it's up to him to decide. Mora said a word, and stepped into the portal.

"I'm leaving. Goodbye. ”

The Underworld Gate disappeared, and the old man didn't know where Mora had gone with the Underworld Gate. He was just thinking about what Moro had left behind. The way of the people.

……

"So, grandson, you choose your own path. The old man quietly looked at the young man in the turquoise robe with a complicated expression. When he woke up, the color of the mask was half turquoise and half gold, but the child's eyes were pure black. So, it's like Moro said.

Let the child choose. The old man whispered to himself in his heart.

"Give me the brocade. The young man stroked the golden ghost mask on his face and looked at the different-colored sky outside the main hall. The path of the Destiny Man......

"My name is Feng Shi. ”