The young man shouted angrily, embarrassed by being seen, and a little annoyed and angry. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yechen shook his head, this young man has such a strong sense of perception. Slowly walked out of the ancient tree, came to the young man, and said, "I didn't mean to pass by here, and I was attracted by the fragrance of flowers, so I came to have a look." ”

The young man looked at Yechen, thinking that he only had the strength of the Guiyuan Realm, and his mood suddenly relaxed, and said, "What kind of flower fragrance is just some spices and soil." My name is Mo Xiaopang, brother, your surname? ”

Mo Xiaopang patted Yechen's shoulder, looking familiar.

"Night." Yechen saw through Mo Xiaopang's mind at a glance, but he didn't break it.

At this time, he found that the originally delicate flowers were really made of clay, and he couldn't help but glance at Mo Xiaopang more.

How much dirt did this boy have to play with when he was a child to get to this level.

"Chirp ......" Suddenly, the fog butterfly flew in front of Yechen, its tentacles trembled, up and down, as excited as if she had seen a relative.

"Okay, you conscienceless bedbug, the master has been with you for more than a month, you ignore it, and now you are flattering to a stranger, what about your discipline?" Mo Xiaopang was very hurt and a little annoyed.

For a month, he tried his best to please the fog butterfly, and only then did he succeed in getting it out of the valley, but as soon as it came out of the valley, it ran away with others.

"The baby is bitter inside." Mo Xiaopang was very heartbroken.

"Chirp ......" Wu Die shouted twice to Mo Xiaopang, and then under his angry gaze, it slowly fell to Yechen's shoulder, very leisurely.

"You, you ......" was ignored by the fog butterfly, and Mo Xiaoxiao's chubby face was flushed.

Yechen was dumbfounded, looked at Mo Xiaopang, and then at the fog butterfly on his shoulder, and shook his head helplessly.

It's really unheard of for a person and a fog butterfly to be angry.

"Your uncle, even you laugh at me." Mo Xiaopang was annoyed, and he clenched his fist and hit Yechen.

Yechen didn't dodge, because Mo Xiaopang didn't have killing intent, and he didn't use a trace of Yuan Force, he just wanted to vent his unhappiness.

Just when Yechen was about to accept this punch, the fog butterfly screamed, its wings flapped, and strange fluctuations spread in the air, and then Mo Xiaopang's eyes were blurred, and he directly collapsed and fell to the ground.

"Ahh bugs. Mo Xiaopang fell in pain, screamed, and raised his hand to grab the fog butterfly.

"Chirp." The fog butterfly dodged Mo Xiaopang's hand and danced in the air, and by chance, his wings shook, and Mo Xiaopang fell again.

"Ahh I'm fighting with you. Mo Xiaopang fell not lightly, and his forehead was covered with a bag, which hurt very much.

"Ahh Dead bugs. ”

……

Yechen looked at Mo Xiaopang sympathetically, the time of the mist butterfly every time he cast the illusion was very accurate, and it made him sober up the moment he landed.

After a few times, Mo Xiaopang was already out of breath, his face was covered with dust, and he was very embarrassed. The Fog Butterfly, on the other hand, was hovering in the air, looking like it didn't matter to herself.

"Keep going, you're still the one who gets hurt." Yechen stopped Mo Xiaopang, who rushed forward again, and sympathized with him.

"No, don't stop me." Mo Xiaopang screamed angrily, but his footsteps seemed to be on the ground, and he didn't move.

"Chirp." Misty Butterfly despised Mo Xiaopang fiercely, and then flew down Yechen's shoulder, two tentacles touching his cheeks affectionately.

"Where is this?" A moment later, after Mo Xiaopang cleaned up himself, Yechen asked.

"It doesn't matter where you are, it's where you're going?" Mo Xiaopang's eyes looked at the fog butterfly from time to time, very unwilling.

Yechen smiled helplessly and said, "I'm going to the Western world." ”

"Are you from the Eastern World?"

Mo Xiaopang suddenly became interested, and he actually forgot about the fog butterfly, and asked, "I heard that you have countless delicacies and endless beauties there, is it true?" ”

"I heard that there is a Falling Moon Empire there, which has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, which is older than the time of many sects, is it true?"

"I heard that the most beautiful building in your place is called Qinglou, is it true?"

……

Mo Xiaopang said a lot, and Yechen felt a big brain.

"It's fake, it's all fake."

Yechen interrupted Mo Xiaopang's words and said, "Can you tell me where this is now?" ”

"How can it be fake?"

Mo Xiaopang was very puzzled, it was a place he had been dreaming of for several years, it turned out to be fake, for a while, he was a little injured and a little disappointed, but after a while, he said, "I'll just say it's fake?" The dead old man also said that he didn't lie to me, and that he would see how I cleaned you up in the future. ”

"Hey." Yechen looked at Mo Xiaopang, who was talking to himself, a little funny.

"Bang."

Fog Butterfly couldn't stand it anymore, so he directly cast an illusion and fell down Mo Xiaopang, which made him come back to his senses in the roar.

"I'm going to fight you to the death."

Mo Xiaopang pointed at the fog butterfly and roared, and then said: "This is the Western world, that is, the world of martial artists. ”

The Eastern World and the Western World are just a collective term for the eastern and western regions of the Meteorite Continent.

The eastern region of the Meteorite Dragon Continent has a large population and few martial arts cultivators, and the sphere of influence is divided by empires, which is called the Eastern World, and some people call it the secular world.

In the western region, there are canyons and mountains, and most of them are martial arts cultivators, and the sphere of influence is divided by sects, which is called the Western world, and some people call it the world of martial artists.

There is no clear boundary between the Eastern world and the Western world, and there is no essential surprise, even the cultural inheritance is the same.

If you have to find a difference, it's that there is a slight difference in the way you solve the problem.

To put it simply, the East re-emphasizes the law, and the West re-rules, one moves the mouth, and the other does it.

"Smoke and fairy energy, worthy of the Western world, it is indeed a good place to cultivate martial arts." Yechen looked around and found that the air here was clean, and the Yuan Force was abundant, much better than the Empire.

Mo Xiaopang shook his head and said, "It's all the same." However, there is something special here, otherwise there would be no spirit beasts. ”

"Chirp." It is rare that Fog Butterfly did not refute Mo Xiaopang.

For a moment, Mo Xiaopang felt like he was in tears.

"Special?"

"yes."

Mo Xiaopang nodded, showing a serious expression, and said, "This valley is very strange, I have tried many times, but I can't enter it at all." ”

Yechen looked at the valley again, thinking to himself that there was no seal or prohibition here, so why couldn't he enter? looked back at the fog butterfly and said, "Is it because of you?" ”

"Chirp." Misty Butterfly shook its head, a little distressed, it didn't know why.

"Let me try." Nightshade stepped forward, and Misty Butterfly followed.

The wind, with the same fragrance, is warm and clear, making people feel like they are fluttering.

Yechen was relieved that the fragrance came from the valley and not from the mud flowers.

"Step."

When I stepped into the valley at night, my eyes suddenly lit up, this is a world of birds and flowers.

Wild grass is everywhere, emitting a soft green light; The flowers in the grass are blooming, red, green, very beautiful; Occasionally, a few birds pass by and startle the pollen-sucking butterflies, and for a while, they are colorful, as if they have entered a fairy tale world.

Yechen sighed, if there really existed in this heaven and earth, it would be nothing more than that.

After a few moments, Yechen exited the valley.

Mo Xiaopang hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Why were you able to go in, what was inside?" ”

Yechen didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Xiaopang, thought about it, and asked, "Is there something evil in you?" ”

The divine rejects evil, cannot enter this holy space, and must be implicated by ominous things.

"There is evil in you."

Mo Xiaopang subconsciously retorted, but the next moment, his face changed slightly, and then he took out an object and said, "This is something I got in a monument, I can't see through it, do you think it could be this thing?" ”

Mo Xiaopang took out a bronze key, rusty, and the patina on it was almost black, which should be a very ancient thing.

Yechen picked up the key, his face changed slightly, he felt a hint of curse, and asked, "Where are the monuments you are talking about?" ”

"Is there a real problem?"

Mo Xiaopang's eyes were really big, and he said, "In the ancient tomb of Broken Mountain." ”

"The ancient tomb of the Broken Mountain."

Yechen silently remembered this place, and said: "There is a trace of curse on this key, which is incompatible with the breath in the valley, and with it, of course you can't go in." ”

"What is the cursed breath, why haven't you heard of it?" Mo Xiaopang was puzzled, he had never heard the word curse.

Yechen shook his head and said, "I don't know what I overheard from others. ”

Yechen clearly remembered that on the ancient road that day, the two assassins had indeed accidentally said the curse.

It's just that he doesn't know what the curse is, and there is no record in the ancient books.

According to the two Assassins at the time, his blood purified the curse.

"What are you going to do with this key?" Yechen asked.

"Handle it yourself. I'll go check it out first. Mo Xiaopang ran away, without the bronze key, he entered the valley smoothly, and immediately laughed wildly.

"Ahh Dead bugs, the master is going to serve your nest. Before the laughter stopped, Mo Xiaopang's angry scream came.

Yechen smiled and didn't care about the two living treasures anymore. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the bronze key.

He lightly slashed his fingertips, dripping blood onto the bronze key.

"Snort."

Wisps of black smoke suddenly rose from the bronze key, and faintly, he seemed to hear the roar of a beast, but after careful listening, he could no longer hear any sound.

"Tick ......"

Yechen no longer delved into it, but continued to drip blood and purify the bronze key.

Time passed, and it was not until nine drops of blood were dripping that there was no longer black smoke rising from the bronze key. Instead, there is a faint halo, golden yellow, the same as the starlight in the starry sky.

"Brush."

With a flash of golden light, the bronze key disappeared out of thin air and entered the astral plane.

Yechen was stunned, this situation was beyond his imagination.

"Ahh Night, help. ”

Suddenly, there was a howl like Mo Xiaopang killing a pig in the valley.