But if you want to see if I have a good spiritual plant, I can tell you some of the best secrets in the city by the way. ”

Then when Yeyang walked into the commercial street about a hundred steps, an old man who was empty in front of him called out to Yeyang, but because his voice was not suppressed, the other people also heard the last words of the old man.

Although some people still turned their heads, they also turned back when they saw that it was the white-haired old man who had less than a hundred hairs left.

Yeyang and Mo Zixuan naturally saw this scene, but what Yeyang wanted to do, Mo Zixuan couldn't interfere, so he could only let Yeyang decide whether to leave or stop, and listen to the foolishness of this bald old man.

It is obvious that Yeyang chose the latter, so when Yeyang was only half-squatting, the old man also rolled up some rotten grass roots on the stall and stuffed them straight into Yeyang's arms.

Seeing that Yeyang did not refuse his kindness, the old man also pulled Yeyang with his hand, and quickly disappeared through many small alleys.

But just before they left, Yeyang and Mo Zixuan both heard the words of the person on the side: "Alas, it's also a poor old man, so he must have mistaken that outsider for a friend of his long-gone child." ”

It was such words that made Yeyang, who was originally a little interested in the old man, suddenly have a little softness and sympathy.

Mo Zixuan might not have thought of Yeyang's sympathy for that old man, but in his heart, he already had the idea that if Yeyang wanted to kill that old man, he would try to intercede for him.

If Yeyang knew what Mo Zixuan thought about him in his heart, in addition to violence, there was only killing left, it might be very puzzling.

It's just because whether it is from the Yuan Heaven Domain or to the Yunhai Sect, Yeyang seems to have killed such a person, and he is still not a person from the Yuan Heaven Domain.

The old man came to a somewhat ornate house in the middle of this nameless city.

Just as Yeyang was pulled by the old man's wrist and only half a foot stepped into the threshold, a power that made him feel very familiar also appeared in his senses, but this power was not any monk, but more like a tool, a terrifying instrument like the Night Sword.

The slight pause made the old man be pulled back a little bit by the night sun, and he was about to fall down, but he was also held up by the night sun.

"Don't Xiaoyou believe the old man, or is this place too simple to make Xiaoyou uncomfortable?"

didn't thank Yeyang verbally, but let go of Yeyang's hand when he got up, and asked Yeyang with a somewhat hurried expression.

"There's no such thing, it's just that the juniors are thinking, the seniors are just the primary strength of Xuanling, but now, I'm afraid you have lived for more than 10,000 years, but looking at your breath of vanity, you don't look like a person with great strength. ”

Yeyang did not release his aura to tempt, but stepped into the mansion without any scruples, and the terrifying aura became heavier, but Mo Zixuan couldn't sense it at all.

As for the old man, he didn't seem to know anything about the innate apparatus at all, but his eyes were in a trance, and then his face was full of sadness, and then his eyes were lonely, and finally he returned to that more happy expression and eyes, which made Yeyang feel a little weird, but the old man didn't care, and responded to Yeyang's question:

"My strength is actually around the eighth order of Xuanyang, but because I have lived too long and I am no longer able to cultivate, my cultivation realm has been falling, and I may be able to fall out of the Xuanling Spirit in the future. ”

"However, as for what you guessed, that I have lived for 10,000 years, in fact, my actual age is much older than 10,000 years, and as for how much, I can't remember it myself, but the only thing I have the impression is that when I was young, this place did not have this nameless city, but only a small village of only a hundred families. ”

When talking about these past events, the old man's eyes were particularly bright, especially when he mentioned the word "small village", Yeyang seemed to be able to see from his eyes that the population was small, but it was rarely peaceful and warm.

He didn't speak, but listened to the old man slowly mention some of the things he had done when he was a child, and some interesting things that he remembered.

With the passage of time, there was laughter in the hall of the mansion from time to time.

The day passed like that, and Yeyang stayed under the kind invitation of the old man, and temporarily took his night sword back from Mo Zixuan's body, and let him go to the city to move freely, but he was not allowed to have anything to do with life.

Mo Zixuan was naturally very happy, for him, the moment Yeyang took back the terrible sword, there was even a strange idea in his mind that Yeyang was a good person.

In the middle of the night, he walked out of a well-cleaned "guest room" all year round, and Yeyang let out his aura and dispersed around the mansion.

Soon, Yeyang sensed the source of that terrifying instrumental power.

In a flash, he also came to a slightly convex small bamboo woodland, looking at the broken wordless stone tablet inserted upside down in front of the slightly raised small bamboo woodland, Yeyang felt a little puzzled, just because in his senses, the breath of the innate instrument may also come from the underground.

Doubts are doubts, but for it is just an innate instrument that no one holds, Yeyang has no fear at all.

With a wave of his hand, he and the small bamboo woodland were enveloped in barriers, and with a slight flick of his fingers, all the bamboo and the clods of soil where it was stationed were also turned by the night sun.

But just when Yeyang pulled up the bamboo ground, a sarcophagus that was rigidly tied by a wrist-thick chain also came into Yeyang's eyes.

"Tie the Heavenly Chain! Zhenshen Pillar! Although it is an imitation, it has the breath and some power of a real innate instrument on it, it should be an imitation built by the monk who holds these two things, so that it can be intact until now!"

The words came from the mouth of the night sword's giant tree to Ye Yang's heart, and at the same time, Ye Yang pulled out the night sword and slashed towards the two imitation innate instruments on the sarcophagus.

The terrifying power shot out from the Heavenly Chain and the Pillar of the Suppression of the Gods, as if it was going to be suppressed here with the night sun, but in an instant, it was completely gone.

"Bang!"

The stele broke, revealing a stone pillar with terrifying power that was only half a meter high, and the chain was directly broken into several pieces, becoming the empty and hard strange iron...