Chapter 410: Farewell to the Wind Spirit (3)
The night is silent, and the past is gone.
Time is a poison that obliterates all traces.
When he returned to the courtyard, Kyaukye was already waiting in the courtyard, and saw Long Ziyue hurriedly greet him, "What's the matter, there is something abnormal over there in Xiyuan, phantom...... Can Helian Jue be in the way? ”
Long Ziyue lowered her eyes slightly, her voice faintly couldn't hear many ups and downs, "He has recovered his memory, he is no longer Helian Jue, the Holy Venerable Phantom Night is his identity"
"Regained your memory? Then he ...... "Kyaukye wrinkled his eyebrows slightly
"Back to the Holy Palace," Long Ziyue's voice was still calm
"You're not going to chase him?" Kyaukye was slightly surprised
"Why are you chasing?" Long Ziyue asked lightly
"......" was speechless this time, although he was surprised by Long Ziyue's calmness, he couldn't ask, it was her relationship with him, and he had no right to interfere.
"Don't talk about the night, I have something to ask you" Ending the topic, Long Ziyue said coldly
"Okay" Kyaukye nodded, turned around and walked towards the house, suddenly thought of something, stopped and looked at Long Ziyue, "I'm looking for you, have you seen him?" ”
Long Ziyue's steps paused slightly, and then she responded lightly, and then walked away, and she wrung her eyebrows in the night, looking at Long Ziyue's resolute figure, thoughtful.
Back in the house, Long Ziyue walked to the tea case, picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea, pushed one cup to Kyaukye, and then took another cup and took a sip, then said in a deep voice: "Kyaukye, I decided to find the eight major artifacts, do you know the location of the artifact?" ”
Jiaoye was slightly stunned, looked at Long Ziyue with some differences, and saw that Long Ziyue's expression was serious and not like he was joking, so he hurriedly put away his thoughts in his heart, and said: "The eight great artifacts are sealed in the eight directions of the Holy Spirit Domain, as the eyes of the Great Array of Protectors, ten thousand years ago, the Luo Patriarch closed the Holy Spirit Domain and shot down the eight major artifacts into the mortal domain, and I and the Holy Spirit only felt the general location of the artifact, but I don't know where it is."
"Well, then tell me where you perceive."
"Good"
"The eight major artifacts are refined by the patriarch of the Kai clan of the Protoss, namely the Star Slashing Halberd, Ecstasy Xiao, Huolin Whip, Xuanying Sword, Moon Sacrifice Bow, Ming Phoenix Ring, Flowing Cloud Thorn and Phantom Dagger, except for the Phantom Dagger, Moon Sacrifice Bow and Ming Phoenix Ring that you have obtained, the other artifacts are roughly in the northern Xinjiang, the Holy Mountain, the Demon Domain and the Spirit Mountain."
"Northern Xinjiang, Holy Mountain, Demon Domain, Spirit Mountain...... Why are there only four places, and not five? ”
Kyaukye pursed her lips, looked at Long Ziyue's confused expression, sighed lightly, and said a little helplessly: "The Xuanming Sword is in the hands of Phantom Night......"
Long Ziyue's eyebrows condensed slightly, and his mind crossed the face of the Phantom Night Alluring City, and the pair of pure and transparent narrow phoenix eyes, and his lips were irrepressibly gently raised.
Night, I really have a fate with you.
"The Xuanming Sword is not in a hurry in the hands of the night, now I must find other four-way artifacts, gather the power of the eight major artifacts to restart the Holy Spirit Domain, this time I will definitely kill the Demon Venerable with my own hands"
"Okay, so when are we leaving?"
"Three days later, I'm going to see some people before I leave"
The night gradually dissipated, the sun re-spilled into the Windy City, and the city in midsummer was still warm and prosperous, not affected by the sorrow and pain, everything was beautiful.
Prime Minister's House, Wenyuan.
Zi Yan Wenqian sat in front of the bookcase and quietly flipped through a book, with a tea cup and fresh Nanjiang red cherry fruit in his hand, turned a page of the book, Zi Yan Wenqian twisted a cherry and fed it to his mouth, and the fragrant and sweet taste instantly overflowed his mouth.