The mountain behind the flying spring, the deep ancient cave, the place outside the world, there is no cave.

Mo Yue and Huang Fu Yuan came to the agreed place with the evil thoughts of the Nine Palace Daoists.

"Hmph, do you think you'll end well if you hand me over to him?"

Sluggish evil thoughts said.

"You don't need to say more, I have already thought clearly about the stakes, otherwise I wouldn't have cooperated with that woman in this scene. ”

Huang Fuyuan naturally saw through the trick of evil thoughts, and said lightly.

"No, you don't understand! In this way, if you promise to let me go, I will give you what you didn't have before! You and I are on an equal footing, embracing the world together, maybe in the future, we can still fight in the fairy world!"

Seeing Huang Fuyuan walking step by step along the ancient cave to the depths, and at the same time seemed to be able to sense the person's breath, the evil thought exerted all his strength and shouted loudly.

"Shut up!"

Mo Yue frowned and scolded impatiently.

Spring is shining, the sun is shining outside the cave, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the streams surrounding the wooden houses reflect the peach blossoms.

Mo Yue's eyebrows were lightly raised, the excitement in her eyes could not be hidden, she opened her arms, as if she wanted to embrace the spring breeze into her arms, and the pale green light that flashed from her fingertips, with full vitality, also made the spring in front of her more prosperous.

Huang Fuyuan seems to have never seen such a strange moon, her jade feet are lightly on the grass, blending into this spring scene, the smile on her face, the spinning footsteps, like a fairy.

"With the vitality of this girl, we will soon be back to our full glory, and it is too late to regret it now!"

Evil thoughts still seem to refuse to give up.

When Huang Fuyuan heard this, he couldn't help but feel sick, so he tightened the cobwebs in his hand, and there was a crackling sound of electricity.

After walking along the path beside the stream for a while, I saw the wooden house, and on the rattan chair in front of the wooden house, an old man with a gray beard was holding half a cup of tea in his hand and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Huang Fuyuan approached and threw the cobwebs at the old man's feet.

"Do you miss your old friends like this?"

The white-haired old man opened his eyes, said with a smile, and then poured half of the tea in his hand on the cobweb, only to see that the cobweb, which trapped the evil thoughts, instantly turned into white smoke.

"Hahaha! I'm free!"

I saw that at the moment when the cobwebs disappeared, the trapped evil thoughts also escaped together, and then disappeared in front of several people in an instant, shouting loudly at the same time.

"You?"

Seeing this, Mo Yue took a step back, and at the same time, Huang Fuyuan also clenched his fists, looked around, and made a posture of moving at any time.

"Hehe, why do you have to do that?

The white-haired old man stroked his long beard, stretched out his hand and pointed at it, only to see that in the air, a cloud of black gas suddenly appeared, and with a move of his hand, the black gas flew to his palm.

"Is this him?"

Huang Fuyuan was a little surprised, at this time, he couldn't detect the aura of the Nine Palace Daoist at all, but in that black aura, there was an extremely strong ferocious aura, which made him extremely unhappy.

"Yes, I deliberately let him escape, and that's what it is. The white-haired old man pointed to the sky as he spoke, and continued, "This forbidden place was prepared for today at the beginning, and for thousands of years, in addition to living in seclusion here, I will also collect the purest things in this world, and I want to use this to eliminate this evil thought. ”

"But it seems to have failed?"

Mo Yue nodded, looked at the black qi in the hands of the white-haired old man, and said with a little disappointment.

"Yes, if there is still malice in this world, he has a steady stream of energy. ”

The white-haired old man also sighed.

"Isn't he immortal, then?

Huang Fuyuan said with a frown.

"Hehe, you don't have to be discouraged, although I say this, it's not that I haven't thought of a way to deal with it. The white-haired old man smiled slightly, pointed at Mo Yue and said, "It's just that this matter still needs Xiaoyou's help." ”