After this battle, the three marshals and the top ten generals all determined the candidates.

As the generalissimo, Wang Yan was expected by everyone and won the trust of everyone.

For the rest of the time, Mozi Academy divided its 600,000 disciples into ten squares, led by ten generals, and practiced every day.

At this time, the disciples only knew that there was a great enemy, but they did not know the secrets of the underground world.

Therefore, when I thought of the strength of Mozi Academy, with the strength of the 600,000 disciples, who could compete with the Mozi Academy, all the disciples were full of confidence.

During this period of time, in addition to recuperating from his injuries, Wang Yan stayed in the Golden Palace, carefully thinking about what he had realized.

This realization was a month's time, and all the disciples admired Wang Yan at this time, even if Wang Yan had not come out, none of them had any objections.

After about a month, Wang Yan finally thought about what he had realized, and at this time, the realm of the Half Venerable was completely stabilized.

Wang Yan walked out of the Golden Palace for the first time in the first month.

At this time, Liu Hua had been standing outside the palace guarding, and as soon as he saw Wang Yan out of the palace gate, Liu Hua hurriedly said: "Senior brother, Elder Siqin has an order, after you get out of the customs, go to Siqin Peak immediately." ”

Wang Yan nodded, and immediately flew away from Yanfeng and flew to Siqin Peak.

Seeing Wang Yan coming, Elder Si Qin looked up and down, and a smile appeared on his face: "Yes, your half-respected cultivation has been consolidated. ”

Elder Siqin was originally extremely beautiful, but he usually had a cold face and rarely smiled, but at this time, he made an exception and smiled, and immediately filled the house with spring and the country and the city.

Wang Yan couldn't help but be stunned, his mood was a little strange, and he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Elder Siqin." ”

After that, Wang Yan sat opposite Elder Si Qin, but after sitting down, neither of them spoke first, and the whole room instantly entered an extremely strange and beautiful realm.

After a long time, Wang Yan coughed, broke the silence, and said, "I have always wanted to ask the elder, why didn't the dean allow the demon to take the Chaos Bell in the first place? ”

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Elder Si Qin woke up from the silence, blushed, and said, "I don't know the specific reason, but depending on the dean's meaning, it seems that he did this for the good of the demons." ”

After saying this, Elder Si Qin stopped talking, and Wang Yan fell silent.

The two fell into that strange silence again.

The loneliness in the whole room made the two of them a little at a loss, especially Elder Siqin, who was like a hundred claws scratching his heart, and kept asking himself in his heart: Siqin, Siqin, what's wrong with you, Wang Yan is just a disciple, why don't you even dare to speak?

When Wang Yan was a disciple, Elder Siqin was not like this, but now that Wang Yan has broken through to the half-venerable, he is already a person of the same level as the Demon Venerable, so Elder Siqin is a little cranky.

Loneliness constantly "tormented" the two people, and finally, the two couldn't help but raise their heads and said at the same time: "You ......"

After saying only one word, the two of them immediately stopped talking, and then they both fell silent again.

In the end, it was Wang Yan who broke the loneliness and asked, "Elder Siqin asked me to come, I don't know why?" ”

Elder Si Qin then said, "Oh, that's actually the case, you are now qualified to enter the Ink Pool, and now there is still a month before the Flame Jiao attack, and your trip to the Ink Pool to practice will be of great help to your cultivation." ”

Wang Yan nodded and said, "Thank you, Elder Siqin. ”

After saying this, the two fell silent again.

After another half an hour, Wang Yan raised his head and said, "Uh...... If nothing else, I'll go first. ”

Elder Siqin replied hesitantly, "Well, I'll take you to the ink pool in three days." ”

Wang Yan nodded, and left Siqin Peak like a flight, even when he flew to Yan Peak, Wang Yan felt in a trance, and almost hit his head on Yan Peak.

And after Wang Yan left, Elder Siqin sat in the empty room, and his heart was beating non-stop.

She kept muttering to herself in her heart: "Siqin, Siqin, what's wrong with you?" Wang Yan is just a disciple, could it be that because his cultivation is close to you, you have strange thoughts? ”

For a while, Elder Si Qin thought about it, but the more he thought about it, the more crimson his face became, and the faster his heartbeat became.

Three days later, the matter of opening the inkwell spread throughout the entire Mozi Academy in less than a day.

Opening the ink pool is a major event for Mozi Academy, second only to the college examination.

The opening once a year is also like a celebration.

Especially the moment the ink pool is opened, the breath of the ink pool will flow to the Mozi Academy, so all the disciples can get great benefits from the breath of this ink pool.

Day 3.

The disciples of the entire Mozi Academy sat around the main peak, looking towards the main peak from afar.

First, they want to witness the feat of opening the inkpool, and second, they want to absorb the breath of the inkpool at the moment when the inkpool opens.

Just as everyone was waiting, they saw that on Siqin Peak, Elder Siqin, dressed in white, flew up, came to mid-air, and said loudly to Yan Feng: "Wang Yan, the time has come. ”

At this time, Wang Yan's figure appeared above Yan Peak and flew in front of Elder Si Qin.

"Let's go!" Elder Si Qin didn't dare to look at Wang Yan anymore, he just said let's go, and immediately turned around and flew towards the main peak.

Wang Yan followed behind Elder Siqin, and the two of them flew to the top of the main peak one after the other.

The main peak is as high as 10,000 feet, towering into the clouds, and the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round.

Wang Yan followed closely behind Elder Si Qin, but Elder Si Qin was dressed in white and flew into the white clouds, completely blending into the white clouds.

In a trance, Wang Yan lost the shadow of Elder Siqin.

Wang Yan rushed forward, but found that these white clouds were not ordinary white clouds at all, they were endless, and there was no end at all.

Wang Yan couldn't help but stop, smiled bitterly, and said in his heart: It turned out to be a formation. Now it's troublesome, I'm actually trapped in the formation.

Just when Wang Yan hesitated, he suddenly saw a hand stretched out from the thick clouds next to him, grabbed Wang Yan, and said angrily: "Follow me." “

With that, he pulled Wang Yan forward.

Wang Yan only felt that the place where he started was warm and greasy, soft and boneless, and he almost didn't need to look at it to know that it was Elder Siqin who was holding him.

Pulled by Elder Siqin, Wang Yan's body was as if he had been struck by lightning, Rao is Wang Yan claimed to be the ancestor of playing thunder, and his whole body was extremely stiff at this time.

He was stubbornly pulled by Elder Siqin, and he didn't know how far he flew, and finally broke through the clouds and landed on the top of the mountain.

On the top of this mountain, except for the boulders ten people high, it is empty, and it is surrounded by white clouds, which is extremely quiet.

At this time, Elder Si Qin, who was still holding Wang Yan's hand, slowly turned his head and said leisurely, "Take off all your clothes." “

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