"Alas, the more you don't say it, the more I want to know, but you tell it all, I have no curiosity, so I cut off my thoughts, and slowly I naturally forget." Du replied remotely, and immediately had nothing else to think about in his heart, for fear that he would accidentally be read by the river god again.

"Mo Qingye is the patron saint of the Kongtong Mirror, but he is not satisfied with his position." Wei Ran blinked, "He has always been hostile to the fairy world, mostly because of his background. ”

"Then Fu Rong has a good relationship with his mother?" Du Yuanyuan asked thoughtfully.

"When we first met, it wasn't you and me, but later, Fu Rong was forced by pressure from all sides, and gradually became cold to the Lich Princess, and in the end, he buried her with his own hands."

"What!" Du Yuanyuan's mouth was half open in surprise, "You mean, Mo Qingye's father killed his mother?" ”

"It can also be said that although Fu Rong does not have blood on his hands, if there is no order from him, he dares to ask who in this heavenly realm and even the Eastern Tibet Continent dares to touch his beloved wife."

"No wonder." Du Yuanyuan sighed heavily, "Then who is first and who is second, Fu Lingxiao and Mo Qingye." ”

"Since Fu Lingxiao was born first, Fu Rong has been disgusted with his mother for a long time, so he will be distracted, and it has become his fault in this life."

"By the way, Fu Lingxiao was summoned by the Emperor of Heaven." Du Yuanyuan suddenly thought.

"No, I didn't see him, what's wrong." Wei Ran was puzzled.

"It's okay, just ask." Du Yuanyuan felt anxious for a while, nine times out of ten, Fu Lingxiao went to Fanluo Mountain to find Mo Qingye, the fragment is here, Qingye is that stubborn temper again, alas! At that time, the scenery ahead changed abruptly, and the general was still full of greenery, mountains and flowing water, and in an instant, it became desolate and barren like a movie screen.

"How...... You see. Du Yuanyuan pointed to the area below, very shocked.

The river god's face was flat, as if he was stunned, "That's how the Northern Wilderness is. ”

Looking down, the ground beneath his feet was gloomy, the pitch-black soil was dry and barren, there were no people in a radius of thousands of miles, and on the dark ground, there were sporadic flames burning, as if a tyrannical war had just taken place here. In this desolate and uninhabited area, there are occasionally withered trees and vines thousands of kilometers away, and the dead branches and leaves stretch out into the sky twistedly, telling their struggle before they die.

For some reason, it's sad.

Du Yuanyuan stood up and said, "Let's go down now?" ”

"A little further." The river god also got up, "To the Northern Wilderness Capital City is landing." ”

"Can you really make this land prosperous again?" Du looked at him remotely and asked.

"With my own strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to do it, but it is not impossible to gather the power of the gods of the upper realm."

"I hope so." Du Yuan said in a deep voice, seeing the barrenness and decay of the world, his heart was very uncomfortable, where did those ordinary people know about the entanglement of the two worlds of immortals and ghosts and these inexplicable grievances, they just prayed for the blessing of the gods, but they couldn't see the gods in front of them.

Dawa, the capital of the Northern Wilderness, is also in a state of collapse at the moment, and most of the residents have fled from the city, leaving a dying empty city facing the sky alone. Everywhere the walls were broken, the broken and broken walls were gradually shrouded in the sinking night, and they fell down the main street of the city, and the river gods looked around for a moment, their eyes worried.

Scattered tents and broken dishes could be seen, and a few skinned horses were searching for food, but nothing but burnt branches. Seeing this, Du Yuanyuan asked, "Are the inhabitants here indigenous?" ”

"The inhabitants of the Northern Wilderness are good at riding and shooting." The river god said slowly, "But no matter how strong the race is, it can't withstand the disturbance of Wushen repeatedly, one side is a ghost and the other side is a human, how can it resist." ”

"I didn't see any ghosts." Du looked around.

"It's not dark yet, but when the moon rises, you'll be able to see it." When Wei Ran said this, he smiled and said, "Won't you be afraid?" ”

"I'm not afraid." Du Yuanyuan shook his head and smiled, "Sometimes people are more terrible than ghosts. ”

The river god didn't seem to understand the meaning of his words, but nodded slightly, and said, "Let's go west and see if we can meet the surviving people." ”

"Well, what about that Miyuan real person, who hasn't arrived yet?" Du Yuanyuan asked closely following the footsteps of the river god.

"He has his ministry." Wei Ran explained, "Mi Yuan Zhenren is the high priest of the upper realm, mainly attacking celestial divination, the secret number of the five elements, can control the wind and rain, and predict the future. ”

"That's amazing." Du Yuanyuan was quite impressed.

"This god is not bad." The river god glanced at him, "Xiao Cheng, you can't always see my merits. ”