I don't know how long it took, the wooden platform finally stopped at the top of the giant tree space, there was no passage above, and there was a very narrow space around it, and only one wooden door appeared in the sight of the two. Whole \ Ben // Small \ Say // Net

Mu Yiyan walked to the door with Zilong without saying a word, and was just about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when a very old voice came from inside the door, "I already know, let him come in by himself." ”

After saluting the door, Mu Yiyan said to Zilong: "The prophet let you in by yourself, I will go back first, and the little friend named Qijun may also be in a hurry." With that, he turned and went up to the wooden platform and descended.

Prophet?

Zijing didn't understand who this prophet was, but it could be seen from Mu Yi's attitude that this prophet was definitely higher than the head of the family in Mu Yi's family. Shaking his head and waving away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Zilong gently pushed open the door and walked in.

After entering the room, Zilong first glanced around.

It's really very simple, a space of more than ten square meters, with a wooden table, a wooden chair, and a wooden bed that looks old. A gray-haired old man sat on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was covered with the years of cangsang, his hands were wrinkled like dry bark, and in front of him was a crystal ball... It wasn't until he saw it that Zilong understood that the prophet that Mu Yiyan Shao mentioned was the same concept as the soothsayer in the continent.

The prophet sitting cross-legged on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and Zilong found that his eyes were full of forbearance and tolerance, but the eyes that were like stars in the dark night flashed slightly in the bright light of the room, and the occasional burst of light was like a peerless divine weapon standing on the lonely peak of ten thousand people, with an absolute arrogance and oppressive force, instantly piercing Zilong's mental defense.

Zilong felt that his soul was completely naked in front of him, and those eyes that seemed to have magic power seemed to have seen him thoroughly, and layers of sweat even oozed from his forehead. It is really terrible that a frail old man can have such stunning eyes, I am afraid that Liu Yimeng, the famous fortune teller in the mainland, is less than one-tenth of this old man, no wonder, he is called a prophet.

The light in the prophet's eyes flickered, dimmed in an instant, and returned to the cloudy eyes of an old man, he slowly opened his shriveled mouth, and Cangsang's voice came out, "Every star in the sky represents a life. Eighteen years ago, a star as bright as a bright pearl appeared in this sky. It represents the most powerful professional dark master in the history of mankind. His brilliance lit up the sky of the entire Xiangyun Continent, and from that day on, I could no longer predict the future of the continent. At that time, I could still predict the trajectory of that star..."

"What is the trajectory of that star?" Zilong intuitively felt that this matter was related to him, and couldn't help but ask eagerly.

"There are two directions in the future, to shine in this sky for forty years, to fall in the east, or to redefine the whole sky with its light. The prophet looked at Zilong and said slowly.

Eighteen years ago, the dark master, forty years of brilliance, and the words of the prophet to him, there is no doubt that the star represents himself.

"However, a year ago, when the star disappeared in the northern part of the continent and then reappeared, its trajectory was no longer predictable by any human being, and its future was unknown to anyone, and it could fall from this sky at any time. ”

A year ago?Wasn't that the time when Zilong entered the city of space with Sigrad? The corners of Zilong's mouth hooked up a thoughtful smile, perhaps, the unknown is not a good thing for him, knowing his future, but unable to change it, isn't this the greatest sorrow in life? Death has long been unable to make Zilong, who is often hovering between life and death, afraid.

The prophet's dead eyes stared at Zilong, and his heart was slightly surprised, he saw a kind of ease and unruliness in the face of death in this young man, exuding from the depths of his heart. He sighed softly, "You came to the City of Life to find Ming Ming to save your friend." I think you've forgotten one thing, the 'Life Source Liquid' in your body can nourish the origin of all things, not to mention your friend's injury, but you'd better know that forcibly forcing out the Life Source Liquid will have side effects on yourself, and this side effect may have cost you your life. ”

Silently staring at the prophet sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, Zilong said with a smile: "Maybe I was lucky, I was safe and sound several times of self-harm, at that time, if there was a sharp blade that cut the skin, I would not have sought a doctor so far, but, why did you say this to me?"

The corners of the prophet's mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was smiling, but this smile made people look more ugly than crying, "A bright star does not need to be lit up to shine naturally, but it needs to know its own duties and know the meaning of its existence." Not every star will draw a perfect trajectory, and not every star will shine brightly... The existence of every thing in the world contains the wisdom of heaven and earth, and the life trajectory of every person or creature has already been set. ”

The old and weak voice continued to reach Zilong, "Now, I see the bright star eighteen years ago, completely detached from the trajectory that should have belonged to it, and embarked on an unknown path, but I regret that I can't see its final end..."

Hearing the word 'fate', he couldn't help but think of the prophecies of several races, those prophecies about his fate... Zilong clenched his fists, and the moment he looked at the dying life of Yutai Yuan lying on the bed, he already had a sense of resistance to fate, and he no longer believed in the arrangement of the Mandate of Heaven.

With a wry smile, Zilong silently lowered his head, looked at the floor of the room with the tree as the body, and said softly: "Fate? Although it arranged the first half of my life, I will never allow my friends to be taken away by fate. His whisper grew firm, so firm that even the prophet was moved.

And Zilong's friends and enemies also went to an unknown trajectory because of his persistence.

Looking at the undoubted confident light in Zilong's eyes, a hint of brilliance appeared on the prophet's face, he slowly closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Young man, I believe that you can create a miracle, create a new world in your own sky, open your mind, and do what you want to do and want to do." ”

An inexplicable emotion surged into Zilong's heart, he didn't know if the source of this emotion was because he was sad about his future path, or because he felt pity for this old man who was about to die... Zilong's life source fluid strengthened his sensitivity to death, and he could even clearly feel the life of the prophet as it continued to pass.

Glancing at the prophet with mixed feelings, Zilong turned around and walked out of the room, the moment he closed the door, he seemed to feel the coming of death, the prophet's heartbeat seemed to have stopped, and the room was unusually quiet...

A thought flashed through his mind, Zilong hurriedly took out the space ring, and the purple dagger obtained in the hollow of the ground slashed at his arm, and the skin was as tough as steel, and it was suddenly cut by the blade A wound that was not too deep, and the 'life source liquid' in Zilong's body slowly oozed from it.

Zilong was overjoyed, quickly pushed the door back to the room, hurriedly walked to the prophet, forcibly broke the prophet's mouth, and dripped the 'life source liquid' into his mouth. However, due to Zilong's own recovery speed, the wound healed in an instant... He had no choice but to pick up the purple dagger again and scratch it over the same wound. He didn't care about the pain in his arm at all, and he had only one goal in mind - to save the Prophet.

Seeing the 'Life Source Liquid' continue to flow into the prophet's mouth, an imperceptible smile flashed on Zilong's face. The feeling that life passes and the soul seems to be taken away little by little is very uncomfortable, but Zilong experiences another feeling, the pride of giving life to people and the emotion that emerges from their hearts when they are revived.

The Prophet's shriveled skin quickly plumped up as if it had been inflated, and his hands became rounded like withered branches, and after a few moments, the Prophet had changed from a dying old man who had stepped into the grave to a young man who looked about the same age as Zilong... With black hair hanging down to his shoulders, thick eyebrows, a high nose, and a pair of eyes full of wisdom that constantly shimmered brightly, no one could have imagined that this man's heart had just stopped beating.

Looking up at Zilong thoughtfully, a magnetic voice came out of the prophet's mouth, "Young man, I said that you should not harm yourself unless you have to, why do you want to save me?"

"Can't you predict this outcome?" Zilong asked instead of answering.

"Ever since that star rose in the sky, I could no longer predict the future, and my own was no exception. The Prophet shook his head and said to Zilong.

Fate can indeed change, and Zilong's actions have personally attested to this change. He straightened up and said calmly. "That's probably what you call fate, how do you feel now?"

"You gave me a lot of 'Life Source Liquid', I should ask you how you are, I can live at least a few more thousand years, young man, thank you. The prophet's starry eyes looked at Zilong and said sincerely.

Zilong thought he couldn't afford such a thank, "You don't have to thank me, it should be that I thank the Mu Yi family, the 'life source liquid' in my body was exchanged for the price of Mu Yi Qinghai's predecessors, I..."

Before Zilong could finish speaking, the Prophet interrupted him and said, "I know that I have no regret for letting him travel and am proud to have such a son. ”

Son? Zilong was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "Then your age..."

"Three thousand years old, if it weren't for you, this would be my lifespan... You're the star that broke the trail. The prophet smiled faintly, looked at Zilong and said.

Three thousand years old? Zilong looked at the prophet who looked about the same age as himself in disbelief, and he couldn't imagine that he had lived in this world for a full three thousand years, "Could it be that the people of the Muyi family are all long-lived? Are you the one who has lived the longest?"

"It is true that the people of my Muyi family have at least a thousand years of life, but I am not the one who has lived the longest, my great-grandfather, who is six thousand years old this year, still lives in a mountain in the south of the Xiangyun Continent. The Prophet looked to the south and said with anticipation.

Six thousand years old? What happened six thousand years ago, would the prophet's grandfather know? South, that is the direction of the existence of the dagger of darkness, it seems that we should find a chance to take a look.

The Prophet had been revived by him, and Zilong didn't think there was anything else going on with him here, "I should go, my friend is still waiting for me." ”

"Don't leave in a hurry, you come with me, I'll take you somewhere. Oh, it's been a long time since I've left this room. The Prophet withdrew his ethereal gaze, stood up, moved his body for a moment, and then with a wave of his right hand, a cloud of green light lit up at the feet of the two men, supporting them to slowly rise in the small space.

Just as Zilong's head was about to touch the roof, the wooden roof began to separate to the sides, and the two of them rose to the roof, and the wood under their feet then healed together... Just like that, wherever the two of them went, the tree trunks gave way to the road.

After a moment, Zilong only felt that the light flashed in front of them, and they had risen to the top of the giant tree, which was as wide as a square. Looking into the distance, I saw faint clouds floating quietly not far away, looking like an ethereal fairyland in the world.

"This is the closest place to heaven, and standing here, you can see everything in the world clearly. Eighteen years of being here, I discovered that bright and dazzling star, and likewise, I could not predict the future. You are a person who rebels against the sky, and you will be jealous of the heavens, and your appearance affects the existence of the moon, and it will want to devour you with its own brilliance. If the stars represent a single individual, then the moon is a force that has existed for tens of millions of years, I can only say so much, and you have to walk by yourself in the future. The prophet looked at the sky and said slowly.

Is it the Heavenly Gate? Thinking of the Tianji Gate again and again, and repeatedly looking for his own trouble, Zilong was sure that the force in the prophet's mouth must undoubtedly be the Tianji Gate. He looked up at the sky, at this time, it was ten o'clock in the evening, the sun was still dutifully hanging on the side of the sky, the light of the stars and the moon was not bright enough to shine at this time, but the scenery of the night sky was already present in Zilong's mind.

Heaven has arranged for the stars to accompany the moon. But his star was unwilling to be at the mercy of fate, and rose up to resist and successfully broke the established trajectory. And for the sake of the people around him, Zilong doesn't care about consuming his own life to continue to break the arrangement of fate, he believes that one day, the light of a star will emit a dazzling light, illuminating the entire night sky...

Suddenly, the prophet found that Zilong had changed, at this moment, Zilong's figure was as calm and tall as a towering mountain peak, and the momentum was like a surging sea, and people couldn't help but surrender, his eyes were full of unyielding and self-confidence, unyielding for the arrangement of fate, and confidence in rewriting life, the blue eyes, and a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people feel that their hearts were touched.

What kind of man is this? What kind of story is he about? Even the prophet doesn't know why this young man is so bold at this moment. Is it disdain and contempt for heaven and earth? But that's not the emotion that a person of this age should have. The Prophet had seen such a situation only from one person, and that person was already a legendary being...

After a long time, the prophet's gaze moved away from Zilong's body, and his heart, which had been calm for three thousand years, was infected by the momentum of this young man beside him and became passionate, full of desire to challenge fate and himself, at this moment, he really wanted to become a star in the sky, even if it was burning his own life, he would emit a dazzling star...

In this auspicious cloud continent, in this Buzhou Mountain, on the top of this giant tree, a three-thousand-year-old prophet and a dark master less than twenty years old stood side by side, looking at the sky and looking down on the common people. From this moment on, the fate in their hearts can no longer sway them...

In the corridor on a certain floor of the giant tree, the forced monarch kept wandering outside a room, the anxious look on his face was revealed, his eyes never left the door, and he walked to the door several times and wanted to push the door in, but he endured it. After a long time, the door finally opened slowly, and Mu Yiyan walked out of it, sweat on his forehead.

"Mu Yi family master, how is Niu Niu, how is she?" Seeing Mu Yi Yan Shao coming out, Qiu Jun resisted the urge to rush into the room, and asked urgently.

"Fortunately, the jade ant eggs you got back have enough spiritual power, Niuniu, she can get better if she sleeps for a few more days to digest the spiritual power, but her Xuan Ning eyes are better to use less, otherwise it will recur, you can go to see her now, however, the movements should be lighter, don't wake her up." Mu Yiyan, who had consumed more energy, did not go to rest, and still patiently explained some precautions.

Qi Jun looked at Mu Yiyan gratefully, nodded, and walked into the room gently.

On a wooden bed, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl had a slightly immature smile on her face, and her slightly pale sleeping face was still beautiful, and the slightest flaw could not hide her elegance. If Zilong saw her face, he would definitely be stunned, because another identical face was lying quietly in the Huo family compound... The appearance of Niu Niu and Yutai Yuan is strikingly similar, and even the color of her hair is the same snow white.

Quietly walked to Niuniu's bed, and the coldness in Qiangjun's eyes suddenly turned into a tenderness, no one could have imagined that this was Qiangjun who was called the 'Fierce Star'. He sat quietly on the wooden chair next to the bed, without making any sound, dissolving his usual cold face, with a hint of a smile, looking deeply at the sleeping girl in front of him.

Recalling the happy things, he smiled with satisfaction, as if this girl was his whole world, there was nothing in his eyes anymore, and his mind was full of the cute figure of the old girl. At this moment, time in the room seems to have stopped, and the whole world seems to be only Forced Jun and Niuniu, the two of them exist quietly...

Through the crack in the door, Mu Yiyan looked at the stupid Qijun, sighed softly, and slowly closed the door. He knew that the jade ant eggs only restored Niuniu's consciousness for a while, and could not eradicate the side effects caused by Xuan Ningyan. If you want to completely restore Niuniu, the only way he knows is to... Gouge out her eyes.

This is undoubtedly not feasible, and what a cruel thing it is to make such a lovely little girl lose her light. Moreover, he didn't know how to tell the cruel truth...

Turning around and walking into the opposite room, Mu Yiyan pushed open the wooden door leading to the balcony, looked at the green ocean under his feet, and stood with his hands in his hands. His mind was full of images of the dragon flying around the giant tree, and he didn't know why the prophet wanted to see that young man, was he really the only one who could get back the holy relics that belonged to Mu Yi?

Just when Mu Yiyan's thoughts were ethereal, a quick knock sounded on the door, he took a long breath, walked to the door, and opened the door. When he saw the young man standing in front of him, he was stunned. It's not that he didn't expect this person to come to him, but he had never seen such a delicate face. It is absolutely impossible for outsiders to enter the city of life without his permission, so who is this person?

Carefully examining the person in front of him, Mu Yiyan looked at the eyes that were full of wisdom through everything in the world, and his heart trembled unconsciously, and then he saw some familiar clothes of the person who came, and he asked cautiously: "Are you... Prophet?"

"I am. The Prophet smiled and stepped aside, revealing Zilong behind him, "Only the 'Life Source Liquid' in his body will have such an effect, and I won't die when I replace him." ”

Mu Yiyan looked at the prophet and Zilong in amazement, his face was incredible, "The 'Life Source Liquid' is really so magical, it's too unimaginable. Please, you guys. After speaking, he let Zilong and the others into the house.

The three of them sat on three wooden chairs, Mu Yiyan poured a cup of tea for each of them, the teacup with fine workmanship was made of special wood, and the curling mist floated out of the cup, mixed with a faint fragrance of tea, which made people's eyes shine. This tea is definitely the best that is rare in the world, not only the tea leaves are tender and green, there are few impurities, not as dry as the tea leaves in the world, and its shape is actually square, very special.

"Congratulations to the Prophet on his rebirth, and at the same time, thank you, Mr. Yulong, if you need anything, I will do my best. Mu Yiyan smiled with sincerity and gratitude.

"The head of the family is serious, and this is as it should be. Zilong said indifferently, "However, I do have a request for the head of the family, I have a friend who has not recovered from a serious injury, so I want to ask Ming Ming to help with treatment, I don't know if Han Sen and Ming Ming have woken up?"

Mu Yi's family is regarded as 'double happiness', the dragon is reappeared, and the prophet is reborn. The improvement of the skills of a pair of children made Mu Yiyan feel better, and said with a smile, "I have already checked their condition, and I will wake up in less than three days. ”

"Then thank you to the head of the house. Zilong said with a smile. (Full Text)

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