In Ling Shuangyan's private palace, Ming Mo stayed for nearly an hour, and the two discussed the matter of controlling the Water God Temple.

An hour later, Ming Mo finally walked out of Ling Shuangyan's private palace, with a satisfied expression, very humble and gentle farewell to the Water God Temple, and then left under the puzzled eyes of everyone.

And Ling Yushan looked at the figure of Ming Mo leaving, and then looked at the cold and arrogant expression of her own hall master, she really didn't know how Ming Mo conquered her own hall master, she didn't believe that the two of them stayed for an hour, it was as simple as discussing things.

Coming out of the Water Temple, Ming Mo hurried at full speed, but he wandered around without a purpose, often just appearing in one place, and the next moment he ran to a zero place, which was unpredictable.

Half an hour later, Ming Mo appeared at an altitude of 10,000 meters, let go of his spiritual sense, and after finding that there was no one around for hundreds of miles, Ming Mo smiled slightly, and finally got rid of the tracking of the Water Temple.

That's right, coming out of the Water God Temple, Ming Mo found that someone was following, and that person's cultivation was not weak, although he was not a person sent by Ling Shuangyan, but Ming Mo could be sure that he was a person from the Water God Temple, after all, he came out of the Burial God Abyss, this kind of thing is too unbelievable, and everyone is curious about their origins, so it is understandable to send someone to follow them. However, Minmo doesn't like to be followed.

Looking into the distance, Ming Mo sighed slightly in his heart, it was not enough to unite the Water God Temple and the Wood God Temple, there was also a force comparable to the Temple Min Mo could fight for it, and there was a great possibility of success, but he didn't know what kind of name to use.

In the extreme west of the Divine Grace Continent, the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion, in a basin surrounded by continuous mountains, a group of buildings like a city is located between the mountains, this building complex looks luxurious and majestic, the eaves are decorated, the carved railings are painted, and the palaces are undulating.

The eldest lady of the Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion, Murong Yuxuan's residence.

A pleasant sound of the piano came from this elegant courtyard, this piano sound, tactful and melodious, like the first cry of the yellow warbler, ethereal like a dream, as if every sound can pluck people's heartstrings, the surrounding environment and the sound of the piano blend, as if the endless spring rain, wash people's hearts, make people's hearts completely relaxed, but if you listen carefully, you can hear a wisp of grievances, extremely thin, like smoke, like water, but can not disperse.

Murong Yuxuan was dressed in moon-white clothes, sitting in a small pavilion in the courtyard, her long silver hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her beautiful face had an indifferent expression like water, and there was a touch of grievance in the middle of her eyebrows like green mountains and daize, which made people feel pity, and the green jade fingers gently flicked a guqin, and every time the jade fingers plucked the strings, there would be a pleasant and melodious sound of the piano, but the sadness and grievance in the sound of the piano made people extremely uncomfortable.

Opposite Murong Yuxuan, there sat a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow robe, this middle-aged man has thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, a high crown and a low forehead, a slender body, silver hair like snow, a handsome and resolute face, although he is middle-aged, but there is no trace of time, but he looks more mature and masculine, and looks like a noble and elegant temperament, letting people know that this man's identity is not simple.

He is the master of this Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion, Murong is the widow, and he is also Murong Yuxuan's father!

The sound of the piano gradually decreased, and finally disappeared completely, and the middle-aged man's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, looked at Murong Yuxuan not far away, sighed, and said, "Xuan'er, you still can't forget that Mingmo!"