Meng Xuanlang's words made Zhu Yuan realize that there must be a problem here.

"Where did he go?" Zhu Yuan asked.

"The West?" Meng Xuanlang said as he looked at the west side of the Lanshui River cooperatively.

"The West?" Zhu Yuan wondered, isn't it supposed to be a dangerous area that is not suitable for human existence, what is Chongyu going to do there.

Meng Xuanlang understood what Zhu Yuan meant, and said:

"As I said before, humanity is actually on the verge of destruction, and we human saints will become fewer and fewer until they finally disappear. So Chongyu doesn't want to sit still, he has always been a radical, and he has only one purpose, that is, the passage where the two worlds of the West meet, and he wants to fundamentally break the connection between the two worlds. ”

The information Meng Xuanlang said, Zhu Yuan understood for the first time. Only then did Zhu Yuan understand what the secret hidden in the book was in the depths of the West.

But does it matter if this creation will put the city in danger several times? Does it have anything to do with him destroying so many cities and stealing the core of the oven?

Meng Xuanlang couldn't answer Zhu Yuan's question, and only Chongyu could answer Zhu Yuan's question.

However, Meng Xuanlang was sure that Chongyu must have done this to achieve his goal, because Chongyu has always been a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his end.

So Meng Xuanlang left a sentence in the end, "Why don't you ask Chongyu in person" and left.

This is actually what Meng Xuanlang wanted to question Chongyu face-to-face.

As one of the three giants of the First Holy City, Chongyu, like Meng Xuanlang, was a third-order sage, and as the strongest human being other than the Speaker of the Council, he actually did something that harmed the human race, even if the purpose was for the human race, it was absolutely not allowed.

Meng Xuanlang thought like this while walking, and unconsciously walked through the streets and alleys and entered the upper discussion area. Speaker Ge Pingfan seemed to expect Meng Xuanlang to come, and was standing outside the council hall waiting.

Meng Xuanlang was not surprised that Ge Pingfan would be waiting for him here, because today he was going to ask what was in his heart: "Speaker Ge, you always know what Chongyu is doing, right?" ”

Meng Xuanlang's eyes looked directly at Ge Pingfan, but he saw Ge Pingfan nodding calmly.

"Why?" Meng Xuanlang roared, he really didn't understand why such a figure who was thinking about the future of mankind didn't stop Chongyu's actions.

However, Ge Pingfan's words suppressed Meng Xuanlang's anger, and he only heard Ge Pingfan say in the same calm tone: "I'm dying." ”

Ge Pingfan's next sentence made Meng Xuanlang feel guilty: "But none of you can take my burden." ”

"So Chongyu's method, why not let him give it a try, maybe he can earn a glimmer of life for mankind." Ge Pingfan said.

"But Chongyu, he destroyed several cities and killed more than 100,000 people." Meng Xuanlang finally said, which made him angry.

Ge Pingfan nodded in agreement: "This Chongyu has indeed done too much. ”

"It's not just over, the lives of more than 100,000 people...... Meng Xuanlang said angrily, and finally all his emotions turned into a sigh.

After a long time, Meng Xuanlang said in a low voice, "Then why did you convene the Sacred Domain Sacred Domain United Council to arrest Chongyu?" ”

"This is also the guilt in my heart, although Chongyu's approach may give humans a chance to live, but I don't approve of him doing it, so we still have to do what we should do, as for the result, let it be fate."

After Ge Pingfan finished speaking, it seemed that his body had lost its support, and he aged a lot in an instant, and walked into the council hall with his body bent.

…………

On the other side, after Meng Xuanlang left, Zhu Yuan did not rush back to Xicheng, and wandered around the holy city aimlessly.

A few years have passed, and the Holy City is still the same as when Zhu Yuan left.

The 12 tall walls separate and enclose people layer by layer, and each wall becomes prosperous. By the time we walked through the fifth wall, there were no more poor people in ragged clothes, but only the children of nobles dressed in splendid clothes.

Zhu Yuan did not look down on the poor people in rags, nor did he envy the children of the nobles who were richly dressed, and walked aimlessly on the streets of the holy city.

Here he is familiar and unfamiliar.

It's familiar because he's lived here for two years. For two years, I had to pass through here almost every day.

He is not familiar with it here, and he is not familiar with it because Zhu Yuan is always a hurried passer-by here, he has no people he knows, no familiar things.

Like now, where he stood—the Templar.

Of course, this is just a branch of the Holy Church, and Zhu Yuan is familiar with it because he got the Spider Silk Sacred Weapon from here in the first place, and he became the Holy Son of Ten Thousand People's Attention in one fell swoop.

Today it was also bustling with activity, with groups of fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers coming in and out, and one of them suddenly ran over in a hurry, shouting as he ran:

"Hurry up, I heard that the Sacred Spider Silk has reacted!"

"What, the Sacred Spider Silk has finally reacted." A large crowd of people hula cheered around.

"Who is it, so lucky to be the Holy Son, this is the last holy weapon that is currently empty." One said enviously.

"Who's to say it isn't, but it's a pity I don't have that chance." The other sighed.

"Who is so lucky?" Another asked.

"I heard it's Lei Xiao of the Lei family." Someone said.

In a spacious room in the hall of the Sanctuary, Lei Xiao looked excitedly at the silk thread that was constantly beating in front of him, and this silk thread was a silk thread branching off from the spider silk holy vessel.

Before the beginning, Meng Xiangtao, the deacon of the silver border, said that if it can cause a reaction of silk threads, it proves that if it is recognized by the spider silk holy weapon, then it is possible to become a holy son.

And this kind of beating of the silk thread happened a few years ago, and Meng Xiangtao saw it with his own eyes, that is, the first spider silk saint son was born on that day.

And today, Meng Xiangtao is going to witness the birth of the second spider silk holy son.

"Everyone else goes down." Meng Xiangtao said unceremoniously to the other nine people on the futon, turned his head and said to Lei Xiao with an amiable attitude:

"Young Master Lei, hurry up and use your heart to establish a closer connection with the Spider Silk Hallow, as long as you can get the progress of the Spider Silk Hallow, you will become the new Spider Silk Saint Son."

Hearing Meng Xiangtao say this, Lei Xiao also knew the severity, and hurriedly gathered his mind, put his hand tightly on the silk thread, and tried his best to sense the spider silk holy weapon.

The silk thread that separated from the spider silk holy weapon beat more and more, so powerful that it caused the spider silk holy weapon hanging high above to start vibrating.

However, Lei Xiao, who was holding the silk thread, was getting more and more strange in his heart, and he still didn't sense the spider silk holy weapon.

Shouldn't all holy weapons have spirituality, where is the spirituality, and why is the silk thread he holds like a cold steel wire. As the vibration of the silk thread became stronger and stronger, his hand holding the silk thread was almost unable to hold it.

"What's going on?"