Moyan recites the Buddha holding beads.

When the futon fell into the wind, it was one of them who prayed for the other.

The little servants returned from the feet of the ancient temple, carrying buckets and buckets of water, carrying their weight on their shoulders, shaking and shaking, but not a drop of water dropped.

The thousand-step ladder is really an endless stream of shadows.

Gathered in Mo Yan's body, is the aura of all things in heaven and earth, the leaves of the ancient temple fall and flourish, the color changes, extremely beautiful, one after another scenes of illusory life are really the Shura field of the pomegranate flower river water field 100,000 years ago.

He frowned, and the stygian ring under his eyelids was really different.

All of this is due to the Gathering Spirit Pill, which rests in the two lion and tiger beast statues in the center circle of the ancient temple site.

100,000 years ago, the people known as the Sharas and the people known as the Yukun started a battle of killing.

Today, he Moyan is the host of this Gloom, and the Dumping Water is another host—the Shara of 100,000 years ago.

The phantom man rushed over at this time.

Unfathomable clouds, such as unfathomable lakes and pools. Reflected in the canopy.

Angry in the face, hands for the rivers and lakes, mouth flags, feet fallen jade beads, this is the ancient temple library "New Tang Dynasty Book, Western Regions Handed Down, Whisk" written.

Youkun felt the slightest change in the phantom's body, so he came out of the cave and took a look.

This is Mo Yan's consistent style, protecting her behind Ye Feng's back.

"You were the phantoms who were with Miss Ye before?"

"That's the ...... of nature," led one of the phantoms.

And the other phantoms followed him like men, and they did not move.

One person is next to the other, slightly separated from each other, but airtight.

Surrounded by the central dot of these phantoms, it's a horror thing.

"Brother, why is it gone?" Mo Yan couldn't help but say, staring at it, there was no person in the portrait.

The people in the palace have been looking for the leader of the phantom man, who is the "elder brother" that Ye Fengzhu had contacted before.

He ...... What do you want to do? The phantom leader said.

His task is to do a good job of entrusting his brother to him, that is, to hand over this terrifying thing that is surrounded by Mo Yan Gongzi, Lord Youkun.

100,000 years ago, there was a connection point between the phantom people and the 100,000-year-old Youkun, which is now surrounded by many phantom people who came to the ancient temple.

"What is it?" Mo Yan stretched his neck between them.

"Give it to me!" In the hall of chanting and praying, Youkun had already given him instructions, and now he was Youkun's host.

It is necessary to carry out his instructions and orders.

The names of Wuzhuang 100,000 years later, such as Youkun, Shaluo, Dragon Sword, Zhu Kui, etc., now that I think about it, it is also a coincidence that it collided with things 100,000 years ago.

Seeing that Mo Yan did not continue to inquire about the whereabouts of the phantom brother, the phantom leader was relieved.

Now, it's unknown whether my brother is alive or dead!

Maybe...... Maybe he was caught by the people in the palace a long time ago.

"Give it to me, and you're good to go."

"This was a promise made 100,000 years ago."

"He's going to cash in."

As soon as the phantom leader gave the order, the people behind him scattered for a while, and they were originally like small minions swarming together.

In front of me, a water tank appeared, which was made of glass.

Inside the transparent box, a smart figure flashed, dangling a tail covered with fish scales.

The tail is neither big nor small, but it is enough to attract attention.

"Surprised, surprised, this is the agreement you swore to."

"100,000 years ago, a distant memory......"

"Thanks to Lord Youkun, I still remember."

"In exchange, you're going to give him something else."

"What?" Mo Yan frowned, his eyes not yet detached from the water tank.

"Stygian Stone."

"I can't give this to anyone." Mo Yan said bluntly.

Losing the Immortal Stone Ring will directly kill him.

"Give it to me!"

"Even if you don't want to give it, you have to give it!"

"Even if it's ......" The phantom leader choked temporarily, this is what the phantom brother did not hesitate to pay with his life, if Mo Yan wants to refuse, then ...... It's not that simple.

Now he reorganizes the language, and the ancient lotus inside and outside the ancient temple is claustrophobic.

"You were originally the host of Youkun, and you should know more about this than I do."

"You know that the consequences of disobeying orders are extremely serious, aren't they? I already know a thing or two about the fireflow. ”

"......" Mo Yan was speechless and speechless.

"Yes, indeed."

"Here you go." Mo Yan took the Stygian Stone off the ring with extraordinary strength.

Falling into the wind, standing in the ancient temple.

I saw that all of them were gone, and he was left alone, in the illusion of heaven and earth.

He didn't know why Youkun gambled on this at that time, swore to God, and made this agreement.

At the cost of his life, in exchange for the merman.

What does this have to do with Ye Feng's stop woman?!

"Ye Feng stopped, you hurt me miserably......"

"100,000 years ago, what kind of host were you?!" Jing Ai Books

Mo Yan held the ring with no spiritual power, and the little power he had left turned into a small dot on his chest, like a burnt old bud pillar.

He walked like a walking corpse, depressed and distracted.

Right now—

His time was running out.

Youkun wants him to die, then he dies.

Just like five years ago, Wu Wuqing wanted to put a spark on himself.

It's exactly the same, I don't know what "pain" is.

He only knew that the word "numbness" had been deeply rooted in his heart, wandering and uncertain, and it would be its imprint at any time, which made him remember it deeply.

Mo Yan stood in the ancient temple, straight into the library on the top of the ginseng tree to find ancient books, that is the traces left by 10,000 years ago, including many past events, including the deeds of Youkun, but also includes the biographies of many different people.

Stacks of rummaging, rummaging, and making up your mind that you are bound to find an exit.

But one day to no avail, until the night until the next day, the birds chirped in the morning.

The clouds are surging and the sun rises, and the smoke of the purple twilight cooks up, and the curtain ends.

Boiled into a two-eyed bird, go out to the distance.

The name "...... of the Evening Mist" is familiar.

It is said that 10,000 years ago, there was a sect called Xiwumen, which was created by a strange woman named "Goddess".

The technique she uses is known as "small eagle" by the world, which was originally taken from the meaning of carving insect skills.

The small eagle is a stone in the hand that relies on the instrument - it is tied to the back of the hand and becomes its symbol.

Only the stone in the hand of the goddess can be called a "small eagle".

Mo Yan had an epiphany, could it be that the Xiwu Gate has something to do with Ye Feng's stop?

Could it be that Ye Fengzhu's mother is the blood source inherited and handed down by the Xiwu Gate.

Concubine Wang Gong, who was originally a small village girl near Shucheng, her ancestors have been in other places for generations, and she moved to this side of Shucheng a few years ago, so what does she have to do with Shucheng?

There is no root in the mystery exploration, and the slightest sign has disappeared without a trace.

Slim......

Zhu Xuanyan, born to the emperor and Concubine Wang Gong, was later demoted to a concubine because he escaped from the palace, and was later named Ye Fengzhu, and the name Ye Fengzhu was also given by the emperor.

At that time, he still didn't believe it...... She is Zhu Xuanyan!

I didn't expect that a princess would be disgusted with glory and wealth, and pursue the so-called freedom and a broader world.

"There has never been such a thing as isolated freedom in this world, it is just a high-sounding and self-justifying thing."

"For freedom, the confinement of the cage is the price of freedom, and if you want to breathe fresh air, you have to jump from one cage to another."

"Empty talk about freedom! It's sad and lamentable......" Mo Yan couldn't help but realize the facts at the moment.

All his freedoms were only exchanged for the status of the host of Youkun.

Without the infinite power given to him by Youkun, he can't talk about anything at all, and he has nothing to do with his own strength to sit on the throne of "Youkun".

The Moyuan Pavilion Master couldn't take his turn......

He worked so hard in order to wait until one day, to be able to command the heroes and change the model of the rivers and lakes, and the so-called freedom was not suppressed and restricted by him.

But the world is helpless......

It was also five years before the destruction incident that Mo Yan only gained a little bit of the power of Youkun 10,000 years ago, and he was like a treasure, like a tiger with wings, this is really a good medicine for him!

Because - in this world, there are too many people who work hard.

And what is missing is only a small piece of power from another world.

10,000 years ago, that power was extremely scarce, and 100,000 years later, it is the same, without the slightest change.

The reason why someone can stand out from the millions of people is that power.

However, when it comes to the implication between Ye Feng and the Evening Fog Gate, what happened 100,000 years ago.

So that what came to him was the appearance of a merman.

What did the person Youkun want to explain to him, but now he didn't get any answer, so he was freed.

He racked his brains, but he couldn't think of any results.

If he had done it before, he would never have been able to wait in such a hurry and impatiently......

It's just that he...... His days were gone.

There was not much essence left of the Immortal Stone that had given him.

Being robbed of the Dark Stone naturally made him anxious, like a fire burning his brows, and he was in danger.

In the meantime, what are the internal causes, what are the intricate relationships, relying on Mo Yan's associations and thoughts, it will be fruitless in the end.

"Ye Feng stopped...... It's almost recovering! ”

"She won't be able to escape that catastrophe." Mo Yan thought that the calamity that Ye Feng was suffering at the moment, that is, the danger of disfigurement, was simply linked one by one, it was definitely not a coincidence, someone must have made trouble and conspired, and even planned this matter a long time ago.

His mind is too messy......

simply avoid it, don't think about it and study it.

"Drink some water......"

Mo Xiaoyan commanded, handing over a glass of water.

Due to the exquisiteness day after day, the tea did not think about eating, resulting in a drop of water, and his master's lips were about to dry out.

"Take a bath and think about it tomorrow."

The shallow wind is gentle, and the door of the heart is closed. Is...... One person, all the time.

Mo Xiaoyan stood still, he had never seen Mo Yan fall into a deep thinking situation from head to toe because of one thing, and he couldn't get out.

I'm afraid his soul is lost, for the present......

I don't know if it's the "monster" sent today, or if it's something else - the stubborn woman Ye Fengzhu, or the Tianshan lynx in the Immortal Cave Mansion......

What's the matter, his master Mo Yan has all the trouble with these strange things.