Unlike the only two of them here, there is some chaos on the Qian Wangfu side.

The rain was dripping, and the people were changing in an endless stream, and Mo Zhen's body had changed greatly, as if it was covered with fish scales, and there were clouds of white mist wrapping him.

It is said that the visual effects are so strong that they should be the focus of the audience, but the monks who took turns to fight and provided him with spiritual power were all focused on Qian Yi's body.

"Smack!"

The sound of shattering came out frequently from Qian Yi's palm, and pieces of spirit stones disappeared in his hands, constantly picking up and shattering, as if he was tired, and there was a trace of imperceptible excitement in his eyes.

Just before a stick of incense, Qian Yi was still standing aside holding the spirit stone, thinking about the use of the spirit stone explained by Mo Zhen's father.

But no matter how he thinks, he can't figure it out, facing everyone, he is extremely embarrassed, and he smashed the spirit stone in his hand, which is actually a vent of pressure, who knows that the broken spirit stone has become the most primitive spiritual power, and it has not dissipated the world, it has become a cloud of white mist and flew into Mo Zhen's body.

At this moment, he seemed to have lit the sky lantern, and the fog in his heart completely dissipated.

The spirit stone is the solidified spiritual power, wouldn't it be good if it was broken? A slap can do it, and it's embarrassing to be entangled.

The pile of spirit stones, which he thought was very eye-catching just now, is now so cute in his eyes.

But the eyes of the surrounding monks are different, each heart is dripping blood, and every spirit stone is a cultivation resource for them, which can be used for a long time, but the ruined prince in front of him has lost hundreds of pieces in a short time.

As more and more spirit stones disappeared, when everyone was numb, the person who transported the spiritual power noticed the change in Mo Zhen, and an exclamation aroused the attention of the audience, and everyone realized that the prince's actions were still meaningful, but they didn't understand the reason, and Mo Zhen's state didn't seem to be a good thing, could it be that the prince wanted to kill this child?

With a head of inexplicability, he can only stare at the initiator, the prince who patted the spirit stone like crazy.

"You, you, you, you, you, come here!

It seemed that he felt that a person was a little slow, and Qian Yi beckoned the others, causing another wave of white eyes in the hearts of the monks.

The increase in the number of people makes the surrounding aura become like substance.

The rain began to heavily, and what was originally a light rain turned into a downpour in an instant, but for the monks, there was no hindrance, that is, the few women, who covered themselves with a layer of aura to avoid getting their clothes wet.

The thunder sounded, the roar shook the earth, Mo Zhen roared again, as if he was dissatisfied with the noise of God, the latter was not far behind, and returned his whistle, you come and go, like a child with a bickering mouth.

At this time, the scales on his body have become clearer, and even have glowed with aqua blue, and his appearance is a little human.

To say that everyone has been busy for so long, it is impossible to have no doubts in their hearts, not to mention that Mo Zhen looks so weird?

Finally, there are still people who can't help but want to ask.

"Lord ......"

Qian Yi looked at the woman who spoke in front of her, knowing what the other party wanted to ask, and thought about it for a moment.

Although the monks are attached to the palace and will not make any trouble about it, it seems too distant not to mention it, especially the difference between monks and monks, among these people, there are newcomers to the palace, there are also people close to him, and even some older monks, who can be regarded as watching him grow up, and it is really nothing to say two sentences.

And the woman in front of him is his wife's best friend, the two of them should come quickly, she opened her mouth, how to refuse.

"Do you know Mo Li?"

The woman was stunned when she heard this, frowned and thought about it, her long black hair with a tranquil temperament was quite eye-catching.

Seeing this, Qian Yi chuckled lightly and said, "This kid is his son." And he was silent.

For the name "Mo Li", it can be said that everyone in the cultivation world knows it, not to mention that he was once one of the heads of the Tianshu Palace, just the story of the dragon's love, it is difficult for people not to know.

However, there has been no news over the years, so it is extremely normal for women, who have not been in contact, to be unable to react for a while.

Qian Yi's two sentences, although the woman was a little confused, but there were also a lot of people who reflected it, some older monks, looking at Mo Zhen's gaze, mixed with some unknown things.

"Le Lin, come to the old man's side, don't get in the way of the prince. ”

The kind voice made the woman realize her gaffe, and with a hint of apology, she left Qian Yi's side and walked towards the old man who had just spoken.

"Hey...... The name Mo Li has disappeared for many years. ”

As if to solve the woman's doubts, and as if to reminisce, the old man squinted his eyes and said softly.

"The matter of Tianshu Palace back then made our little prince feel very bitter, and we old guys couldn't stand it, but unfortunately our palace has ancestral training, and once we enter the palace, we have nothing to do with the sect, and we are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the cultivation world. ”

Then he sighed deeply, causing all the older monks around him to show a trace of sadness.

These old men are all elders who watched Qian Yi grow up, and they are also very familiar with Mo Li, they saw the things of the year but couldn't do anything in their eyes, leaving a deep sense of guilt, not much worse than Qian Yi and his wife.

The young monks all reacted at this time, and looked at Mo Zhen's gaze, and there were some other things.

Let's not mention that Mo Zhen is a famous family, just what he shows now is beyond the normal range, plus the prince and his wife and Mo Zhen's father, but he is a childhood sweetheart, looking at the rapidly consuming spirit stone, he doesn't feel so painful.

"Okay, okay, come with more people, I don't know how long it will take to go on like this, what's the problem when this child wakes up. ”

After seeing that a few more people dissolved the spirit stone, Mo Zhen's manifestation progress had improved significantly, and Qian Yi began a big mobilization.

Although they understood the importance of Mo Zhen, everyone was still shocked by their own prince's words, and their faces twitched, but the prince was not distressed, what do you have to feel sorry for?

Knowing that there was no objection, the figure began to flicker, which was good, from less than ten people to hundreds of people, how to take the stone became the main problem.

Qian Yi frowned, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he threw down the work of dissolving the spirit stone, first let everyone form a circle with Mo Zhen as the center, and then handed over a few monks and took on the work of transmission together.

A large number of spirit stones were shattered, so that this gloomy street was covered with a cloud of mist, and a large amount of spiritual energy filled the air, and Mo Zhen was like a black hole, rapidly devouring these.