"The Labyrinth of Wood?"

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan, who was standing in place, a little puzzled.

"Well, I remember that among the ancient books collected by the old man in the family, there is a book that records everything about the origin of wood, including the maze of wood."

Jun Chenyuan searched for a long memory, it seems that he accidentally found it when he was a child, at that time, an ancient book in the shape of leaves, a thick brick book, he wanted to make people sleep at a glance, but fortunately, he was spurred by his old man to read it at that time.

The ghost-faced Rakshasa's silver eyes shone brightly, and he looked at Jun Chenyuan with a dark and uncertain gaze, his eyes fell on Jun Chenyuan's golden eyes, and the bottom of his eyes flashed with a little exploration.

How could Jun Chenyuan know these things, he... Who the hell is it?

Ghost-faced Rakshasa didn't know, but he always felt that Jun Chenyuan had an aura that was different from anyone here, but one thing Ghost-faced Rakshasa could be sure of was that Jun Chenyuan would never hurt Ink Stain.

"Chen Yuan knows a lot, I'm really getting more and more curious about Chen Yuan's home."

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan with a teasing gaze, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Dye'er, it's going to be soon."

Jun Chenyuan rubbed his ink-dyed hair, according to the current process of ink-dyeing, I am afraid that he will soon come into contact with them.

It seemed that he remembered some messy things in the clan, which made Jun Chenyuan's brows furrow in vain.

"Chen Yuan, what's wrong?"

Mo Ran stood on tiptoe and stretched out his fingers to knead Jun Chenyuan's frowning brow, his eyes full of concern.

"No hindrance, no hindrance."

Jun Chenyuan grabbed the ink-dyed little hand and kneaded it, hooked his lips and smiled.

"Then Chen Yuan will talk about the Wood Labyrinth."

Mo Ran pulled Jun Chenyuan to sit on the big stone beside him, and beckoned the ghost-faced Rakshasa to sit aside.

"The Labyrinth of Wood is a derivative illusion of the origin of wood, in fact, it is an illusion that does not really exist in the world, which is created by virtue of the powerful life force and charming ability of the origin of wood."

Jun Chenyuan's deep voice slowly entered the ink-stained ears, so beautiful, so intoxicating.

"Then where we are now, is it a fantasy?"

Ghost-faced Rakshasa looked around in surprise, the real touch didn't look like a fantasy at all.

It is worthy of the origin of wood, and such a magical power is really incredible.

"Yes, the Wheel of Fortune is a derivative of the Origin of Wood, and it only has a part of the life force, but it will also make the world feel incredible.

There seems to be a pattern in the Origin of Wood that contains the power of illusion that opens the Wood Labyrinth in the Wheel of Fortune, and when the light of the Wheel of Fortune envelops the Wheel of Fortune again, the entrance to the Wood Labyrinth will open to welcome the entry of the clansmen. ”

Jun Chenyuan spoke, but his eyes looked at the slightly swaying leaves not far away, and narrowed his eyes.

"What is the situation with Ghost Lingchuan, and why is he imprisoned?"

Ink dye tapped his chin with his fingers, thinking about the appearance of the ghost Lingchuan.

"According to what the Great Elder said, Ghost Lingchuan used the power of the Origin of Wood to deal with Huai Jin, and it must be the breath of the Origin of Wood that was contaminated with the soul of the Origin of Wood, and when the Origin of Wood was extremely lacking in energy, it would naturally choose the host to fill the energy, and Ghost Lingchuan naturally became the host."

Jun Chenyuan's explanation seemed to explain all the doubts about ink dyeing, the power of the origin of the wood was so weak, if it continued to pass, the origin of the wood would probably disappear from this world.

"If you don't restore the power of the origin of the wood, the result of the Oni Ling River seems to be to run out of energy and then die."

Jun Chenyuan seems to have seen the end of Ghost Lingchuan, eight hundred years, with Ghost Lingchuan's cultivation, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on.

"This ...... Is there any way to save him? ”

Ink Dye didn't miss the ghost face Rakshasa's pale face for a moment.

Mo Ran understands that although he has been away from the clan for a long time, the Ghost Face Rakshasa has never seen the side of the Ghost Ling Chuan, but this family affection that blood is thicker than water is inseparable, and the Ghost Face Rakshasa must be concerned about the safety of this Ghost Ling Chuan, even if she doesn't say it, Mo Ran can feel it.

"Oni Lingchuan's body is imprisoned in the origin of the wood, and his soul is imprisoned in this maze of wood."

Jun Chenyuan's golden eyes narrowed, looking straight at the fluttering leaves, which were obviously caused by man.

"That'...... If you find the soul of Oni Lingchuan, can you save him? ”

Mo Ran followed Jun Chenyuan's gaze, and did not find any strange abnormalities, and was a little puzzled.

"Of course, you need the cooperation of Yar Leyin, the power of Yar Leyin and the origin of wood are in the same vein, you don't have to exhaust your strength, you can wake up the origin of wood, so that the origin of wood can generate energy, if my guess is right, because of the battle a thousand years ago, the core part of the core fell into a deep sleep, unable to recover its energy on its own, and it will become what it is now."

Jun Chenyuan's train of thought has also been opened, and with the pure power of Yaer's music as a traction, he may really be able to save Ghost Lingchuan.

A smile finally appeared on the face of the ghost-faced rakshasa, and it was no longer so solemn.

It seemed that Mo Zye was still looking down and thinking about something, as if they should get up and go to find the soul power of Oni Ling Chuan.

"Now that we know the method, shouldn't we go?"

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan, held Jun Chenyuan's big palm with his small hand, and rubbed it carefully.

"Well, though, I'll have to wait a bit."

Jun Chenyuan's fingers moved slightly, and a dagger emitting cold light fell into his palm, his sleeve moved slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the dagger was inserted straight into the trunk of the tree that had been shaking, and the cold light flashed in Jun Chenyuan's golden eyes.

"I've listened to it for so long, it's time to come out."

Jun Chenyuan's voice fell, and Mo Ran realized that someone had been watching them, it seemed that Jun Chenyuan was by his side, and he would always lower his vigilance.

Ink Ran shook his head and sighed.

The man behind the shadow pursed his thin lips, and 1 finally stood up.

“......”

The black and white hair color, and the silver eyes, all of which showed the fact that he was a ghost vine and witch flower clan.

"Who are you? Why are you here? ”

Ghost-faced Rakshasa looked at the young man opposite, she recognized the appearance of Ghost Lingchuan, this young man was definitely not Ghost Lingchuan, but in addition to Ghost Lingchuan's soul existing in the Wood Labyrinth, who else could there be?

The young man pursed his thin lips and looked at the ghost-faced rakshasa with a gaze that stopped talking, and finally a thousand words turned into a sigh.

"You speak!"

Ghost-faced Rakshasa had a bad premonition in his heart, and he couldn't help but shout.

"If my guess is correct, you are the culprit from thousands of years ago, Huai Jin."

Jun Chenyuan looked directly at the young man's silver eyes, and his tone was full of certainty.

"What?"

Mo Ran looked at the young man opposite, his appearance was not absolutely handsome, but he was sunny enough and warm enough, but he was not half similar to the person who lost his mind in the mouth of the Great Elder.

"You...... You're not... Dead? ”

The ghost-faced rakshasa looked at Huai Jin's thin lips, and naturally understood that what Jun Chenyuan said was true, she just couldn't accept it for a while, this person who made her lose her relatives was still standing here at the moment, her palms gradually closed, and her arms trembled uncontrollably.

Mo Ran looked at the trembling fists of the Ghost Face Rakshasa and reached out to hold them gently, giving the Ghost Face Rakshasa silent comfort.

Ink Dye is telling her that everything is with her and there is no need to worry.

The ghost-faced rakshasa glanced up at Huai Jin and then withdrew his gaze,

Turning around and coming behind Inkzome, leaning against Inkzen's back with her eyes closed, no one knew what she was thinking.

"Tell me, what do you want to do after listening to it for so long?"

Jun Chenyuan sat back on the big stone on the side, and took the dagger back into his palm with spiritual power, playing with the dagger.

Mo Ran also frowned and looked at Huai Jin, his eyebrows full of defense.

"I ...... I just came to see..."

Huai Jin's face seemed to be full of guilt, he didn't dare to look at the three of them, he knew it when they entered the labyrinth at the beginning.

But when he saw the cheeks of the Ghost Face Rakshasa that were similar to the seven points of the Ghost Lingchuan, he understood who it was.

At that time, the little princess of the Ghost Man Witch Flower Clan was the one he hurt when he made a mistake.

"Come and see? What to see? Do you want to repeat the tragedy of a thousand years ago? ”

The Ghost-Faced Rakshasa seemed to calm down and walked out from behind Mo Ran, looking directly at Huai Jin with a cold gaze, as if he was about to freeze him into ice cubes.

"I know, what I say is useless, what the boy said is right, if you want to save the patriarch, you first need to take the patriarch out of the maze of wood."

Huai Jin smiled bitterly and shook his head, as if he didn't want to justify himself.

"Why are you here?"

The Ghost-faced Rakshasa seemed unmoved by Huai Jin's words, still staring straight at him.

Jun Chenyuan glanced at Huai Jin, this person seemed to be a little wrong.

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan's gaze and explored, and he also discovered the difference between Huai Jin.

"He's a soul body."

Mo Ran looked at Huai Jin's somewhat vague figure, and an unformed thought gradually emerged in his mind.

"Back then, because of my cultivation of forbidden arts, I greatly improved my strength, but this also took away my sanity and hurt many clansmen......"

Huai Jin seemed to be caught in a memory, her silver eyes were restrained, and her thin lips were lightly opened.

"Repentance doesn't change the fact that you hurt them."

The ghost-faced rakshasa clenched his fists and looked at Huai Jin deadly, that was her clansman.

"I know, I didn't expect you to forgive me, I just... Hope to do something to make up for it. ”

The words of the ghost-faced rakshasa seemed to poke Huai Jin's heart, making Huai Jin's whole breath become sad and desperate.

"Humph......"

The ghost-faced rakshasa snorted coldly, and simply didn't look at him, she wanted to see what the reason he could say.

"Back then, I lost control, and the forbidden art frantically increased my strength at the cost of burning my life, and also made me fall into the demonic path."

Huai Jin's sad words were slowly spoken, as if he was showing the little bits and pieces of the year in front of the three of them.

"Falling into the devil's way?"

Ink Dye was a little shocked, Fallen Demon, what a serious thing, any creature that fell into the Demon Path, whether it was a human or a demonic beast, would become a puppet with no thoughts, only driven by violence and blood.

On the mainland, the demonic humans will be hunted down and killed, and they will never die.

"Yes, I am almost unstoppable by the fallen demons, and I have even seriously injured the old patriarch and the current patriarch, and I am about to overthrow the entire clan.

The patriarch sacrificed himself to the Origin of Wood, which sealed me with a powerful life force, and the body of the fallen demon was purified by the Origin of Wood due to the demonic energy, but my soul was left behind and imprisoned here.

For thousands of years, I have been reflecting on my own mistakes, and I don't expect you to forgive me, at least I can make amends. ”

Huai Jin's eyes looked straight at the Ghost Face Rakshasa, he knew all the truth at that time, and he also understood that his hatred over the years was meaningless at all He wanted to make up for it, and for this, he could give everything.