After returning to the Water God Temple and placing Hua Xu in place, Jiang Yi paced back and forth in the hall with his hands in his hands, looking quite distressed.

During this period, Xuanguang and several people came to ask about the situation and were turned away, he had a mess of paste in his head, chewed a few words in his mouth, took it apart and crumpled it, and repeatedly confirmed.

Whoever asks for it, who answers.

These eight words are indeed heard clearly, and there can be no mistake.

Not only will it not be wrong, Jiang Yi is also quite familiar, and there should have been two more sentences.

There is a Soul Eater in the underworld to which the living can pray to grant their wishes at the cost of giving their souls. And the god realm has an artifact, the Eastern Emperor Bell, which is also in charge of this.

Both of them are "Here is a prison of death, and life is not enough, what I want, who should do it".

The Soul Eater Stone was born only a hundred years ago, and the spiritual power of the human race is extremely low, far from being enough to cause chaos in Daze.

And the gods of the soul sacrifice to the Eastern Emperor Bell, in addition to Jiang Yi himself, the other three are the creation god Yuan Wu Tianzun, and the other is the Sanqing God who uses the god body to support the heavens and the earth, both of which are gods who have the merit of creation, and they have returned to chaos tens of thousands of years ago, and there is absolutely no possibility of disaster in the world.

Then only this last one remained, the leader of the Suzaku who turned into the scorching sun.

Jiang Yi thought about it, and felt more and more headaches, flicked his sleeves to conjure up a desk, sat down, and thought slowly.

Although he knows the origin of these eight characters, Jiang Yi can't figure out the relationship between them, the catastrophe of the return of the gods on Yaoguang, the sacrificial words of the artifact Donghuang Bell, the Vermilion Bird Totem, the Oriental Daze, the weird red worms, entangled and inextricably linked, untibling, and incomprehensible.

Jiang Yi has never been a person who is good at solving puzzles, he only feels that he has a splitting headache, and this catastrophe has already stumped him before it becomes a momentum.

It would be better to go back to the extinction and continue farming, he thought to himself.

There was a sound from the door of the hall, interrupting Jiang Yi's thoughts.

Seeing that Jiang Yi was in a bad mood, the visitor took a light step and walked in unhurriedly, with a faint fragrance of tea on the hem of his white clothes.

Jiang Yi looked at it in distraught, and was momentarily stunned, quite amazed.

Fu Li was dressed in snow-colored clothes, with a fair complexion, his eyes were as cold as the moonlight, and he was a gentleman, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding, and handsome and elegant.

Xu is black hair that was tied up on weekdays was scattered, looking a little less indifferent, and his expression was dyed a little warmer.

Sitting face-to-face with Jiang Yi, the two seemed to be looking in the mirror.

Since Jiang Yi's rebirth, everyone in the Heavenly Palace has praised Yao Guang as a rare beautiful man from all over the world.

All of a sudden, there were countless prayers and became the topic of conversation among the fairies.

Jiang Yi felt that he was not as good as Fu Li in terms of appearance, but Fu Li was cold and solemn, almost rigid, and rejected people thousands of miles away.

Therefore, even if the skin is very good, it is also intimidating, and people dare not look directly, so as not to blaspheme, besides, who dares to judge the emperor of the Protoss.

Hey, it's a pity, what a good person, but it's a pity that he can't think about it, otherwise I don't know how many women would fight for Fuli. Jiang Yi sighed in his heart.

Seeing that Jiang Yi didn't say a word, staring at himself intently, Fu Li stiffened slightly, paused, and then walked faster and walked to Jiang Yi.

"Why are you looking at me?" asked Fu Li.

"You're good-looking. Jiang Yi was blunt, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his mood seemed to be a little better.

When Fu Li heard this, he also sat down.

The two glanced at each other, and Fu Li lowered his gaze and straightened his sleeves.

The entire water god hall was held by Jiang Yi's immortal law at this moment.

He didn't want to waste a few percent of his spiritual power that he had so hard to recover, but his eyes really couldn't tolerate it.

I don't know where Hua Xu learned this gorgeous aesthetic, it is obviously a water temple, and he wants to build the palace more magnificently than the Taichen Palace.

Not to mention the gold bricks and jade tiles, the hall is full of flashing mica shells, the ground is covered with colorful glazed bricks, even the door knocker on the door of the palace is also inlaid with shark beads, and the ornaments and utensils are more valuable and put what, and they are piled up in a pile if they can't put down.

Everything is done, and when people look at it, they think that this hall master must be the stupid son born to a god with monstrous merits.

Fortunately, the current emperor is Fu Li, if there is a different monarch who works in power, I am afraid that this water temple will have become a thorn in the flesh and a thorn in the eye.

Jiang Yi couldn't open his eyes because of the golden light in the room, so he simply used an immortal method, covering it all, and out of sight.

In this way, the entire palace is left with this desk and a little bright candle.

Jiang Yi conjured up a pen and paper, wrote and painted, and pushed it in front of Fu Li: "Look." ”

The handwriting is beautiful, and it is those eight words that leap on the paper.

Whoever asks for it, who answers.

"Donghuang Bell. There was a faint strangeness between Fu Li's eyebrows.

Jiang Yu said: "When you came back from saving Hua Xu, did you hear a man's voice?"

Fu Li shook his head.

Jiang Yi's brows jumped, and he looked miserable as if disaster was coming: "Then only I heard this, and it was really coming for me." ”

"I'm really dizzy right now, I really can't figure out the connection between them, I can only make a guess, you listen, if you think something is wrong, you point it out and we'll discuss it. ”

Fu Li nodded, took out the spiritual spring water from his sleeve, and twisted a few tea leaves with a little spiritual power, and for a while, the fragrance overflowed.

Jiang Yi held his head with one hand, and drew on the paper with a pen in the other hand and said: "First of all, I am sure that the bottom of Daze is indeed the remains of the ancestors of the ancient human race, and the last Vermilion Bird has not become extinct with the human race, but has been in the ruins of the seabed. ”

Fu Li said lightly: "The ancient people have no resentful spirits. ”

Jiang Yi's hand stopped, and the ink left a black stain on the paper.

That's right, after the destruction of the world, the resentment and aura will dissipate together, and there will be no residue.

Jiang Yi said again: "Then, under the ruins, there is only Vermilion Bird. ”

After thinking for a moment, Fu Li said, "Probably." This is to agree with Jiang Yi's speculation.

However, there is still no way to explain why the red finch came into existence and where the red worm came from.

Jiang Yi is not a person who is anxious, and when he encounters anything, he believes that sooner or later there will be a countermeasure, and since he can't figure it out, he will sort out his thoughts step by step.

First wake up Hua Xu and ask about the situation, and then find a way to find out whether the bottom of the sea is a human ruin.

This is very difficult, after all, no matter how strong the spiritual power is, it can't penetrate the prohibition of destroying the world, if the entire bottom of Daze is dug up, it will take time and effort, not to mention, it is also difficult for a strong man to obtain the permission of Hua Xu and the merman clan.

Moreover, even if the bottom of the sea is dug through, it is difficult to say whether it can find useful clues, after all, it has only been more than a thousand years since the moon was destroyed, and Jiang Yi dug through the entire hill and only dug up a skeleton, if you want to go back to a further back, I am afraid that there are not even ashes left.

"How do I know what's on the bottom of the sea?" Jiang Yi muttered, holding his head.

Fu Li handed the white porcelain teacup to Jiang Yi and said, "There is a way. ”

Jiang Yi immediately came to his senses, took the teacup and said, "What a law." ”

"Empathy. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Yi's expression became serious: "I know a little bit about this method. ”

To empathize with a change of scenery is to overlap two time and space, to place oneself in another world, and to experience what is happening firsthand, so that there can be no deviation.

It's just that this method is extremely risky, and if you are not careful, you will be trapped in the illusion forever, and finally exhaust your spiritual power, be crushed into mud by the boundary wall, and disappear along with the illusion.

To avoid this risk, you need an ancient artifact - Kunlun Mirror.

The Kunlun Mirror has the power to travel through time and space, going up to the beginning, going down to Bliss, gaining insight into the heavens, and knowing the present and the ancient.

Through the Kunlun Mirror, you can see anything that has happened or will happen in the future.

However, Jiang Yi also knew that everyone knew the power of the Kunlun Mirror, but no Divine Monarch had ever really used the Kunlun Mirror.

If you want to borrow the power of the artifact, it must be very expensive, for example, the Eastern Emperor Bell, although it has the power to create and destroy the world, I don't know how many people covet this powerful power. It was placed in the middle of the Heavenly Palace, but it didn't need any guarding.

Because no one dares to move at all, just one thought is the end of the soul's silence.

However, since Fu Li proposed this method of empathy and changing scenes, he must be sure, and he never said anything meaningless.

Fu Li is cautious, he speaks very little, he often speaks only to the key points and never says a word, Jiang Yi, who has always liked to be blind and elusive alone, really kicked an iron plate when he met this person.

I waited for Fu Li for a long time, and I didn't see him have an explanation, so I could only take the initiative to ask: "Fu Li, do you have a solution to the Kunlun Mirror?"

Then I thought about it, and felt that it was so straightforward and inappropriate, so I took a sip of tea and said: "If you don't have it, it doesn't matter, I can try it first, if I succeed, I will become the first person to solve the Kunlun Mirror puzzle, and it is quite face-saving to say it." ”

For some reason, when Fu Li heard this, his expression became a little colder, as if there was frost and snow.

Looking a little unhappy, Fu Li's hand holding the teacup tightened, slowly lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and said nothing.

Jiang Yi saw that Fu Li's expression was not safe, and he couldn't figure out the reason, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any response from Fu Li, so he wrote and drew on the paper again.

Inside the empty hall, the atmosphere condensed.

Fu Li pinched the cup in his hand for a while, raised his head, and saw Jiang Yi entertaining himself, put down the teacup again, flicked his sleeves and said, "I have refined the Kunlun Mirror." ”

When Jiang Yi heard this, he was amazed.

The pen in his hand is not stable, Fu Li's spiritual power is so deep now, has he even refined the ancient artifact, he really deserves to be the lord of the divine realm.

"Not bad, not bad. Jiang Yi couldn't help but reach out and pat Fu Li's shoulder, his eyes were full of admiration, and he couldn't help but praise.

Fu Li was slapped by Jiang Yi, stunned, slightly stiffened, his thoughts drifted to somewhere, and he didn't react for a long time.

Jiang Yi saw Fu Li's appearance again, the corners of his mouth twitched, thinking to himself that he was the one who used to be...

Eh, let's count it as an old friend, I used to look stupid by the rules, but now what has I done as the Emperor of the Protoss, not only has I not become a little smarter, but I am even more stupid?

There are many affairs in the Heavenly Palace, and after Fu Li sat for a while, there was a spirit bird to pass on his deliberations.

As soon as Fu Li left, Jiang Yi was the only one left in the huge palace, he smiled below, supported his forehead with his hand, and showed a tired look.

Outside the hall, the white-clothed figure stepped on the frosty moonlight, the lights were sparse all the way, there was no one, he turned to look at the golden water temple, bowed his head slightly, and his figure disappeared.

"Yaoguang ......"

In the darkness and dead silence of the room, Jiang Yi slept very unsteadily, and someone seemed to be calling him in a deep voice.

Invite the moon.

The north border is foggy all the year round, from south to north, there are seven parallel water streams through the entire north border and enter the sea from this, like a seven-string guqin, the water is extremely fierce, but the sound of the water flow is like a ring, so the people of the month are invited to call it Qinchuan.

After the destruction of the Inviting Moon Kingdom, the new country of Kyushu renamed the river Weishui, as if to erase everything about the Inviting Moon.

At that time, the Qinchuan River was very beautiful, with a ten-mile peach forest on the south bank and a glacier on the north bank.

When Yaoguang's long sword fell from the sky, the morning light was hazy, and the peach blossoms were blooming just right.

He was standing on the seventh string of Kotogawa, and before he could stand still, a long sword glowing with blue light stabbed from behind and pierced through his chest.

He staggered under his feet, looked at the bloody hole in his chest in disbelief, and then fell into the cold and biting river water of Qinchuan in the falling flowers in the sky, and looked up, the man with the sword stood on a high place, looking down at him with cold eyes, with a smile of pity on the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, something shattered in Jiang Yi's heart.

Even in his sleep, he felt pain.

"Jiang Yi?!"

Fu Li, who rushed back after handling affairs, saw that Jiang Yi was sleeping very unsteadily on the couch, his limbs were shivering, and his forehead was also covered with cold sweat.

As if he was frightened, he hurriedly woke it up.

Jiang Yi woke up in shock, and slowly got up with Fu Li's hand.

He still felt a chill down his spine, and the sword that pierced his chest was especially real, and even after thousands of years, his blood still hurt backwards. Jiang Yi couldn't help but rub his chest, and after making sure that there were no wounds, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I forced myself to stop thinking about those painful pasts.

When he raised his head, he crashed into Fu Li's bottomless eyes.

For some reason, Jiang Yi was a little stunned, and seemed to see a trace of blood in Fu Li's eyes.

The look on this person's face was really terrifying.

Jiang Yi avoided Fu Li's gaze and supported himself with his hands to get up from the bed.

There was another tingling sensation in his chest, his arm lost strength, and he instantly fell back to the couch.

He curled up involuntarily and pressed his right hand to his chest.

Fu Li approached and grabbed Jiang Yi's wrist, held him steady, and then about to untie the placket on his chest to check.

Jiang Yi couldn't even care about the pain, and said incredulously: "What are you going to do, Fu Li." ”

Fu Li turned a deaf ear, stared at Jiang Yi with inky eyes, and pulled off all the clothes on his chest.

Jiang Yi was firmly grasped by him, and he was powerless to resist, so he had to close his eyes and endure the shameful shyness that surged up in his heart.

On the chest, the skin is like agar, and there is no trace of wounds or evil magic.

Fu Li looked at it for a while and closed Jiang Yi's shirt.

The hand that was holding Jiang Yi's wrist loosened, and he clasped his hands with Jiang Yi forcefully to breathe for him.

Jiang Yi lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling above his head, speechless for a while.

Suddenly, I wanted to climb back under the stone monument on the hill, and I didn't want to live anymore.