It is said that heroes don't ask about their origins, but that's not to say, it's not that it doesn't matter! If you are born as a dragon, the starting point of your efforts is much easier than that of ants!

was sighing in his heart, but saw that the old staff spirit finally stood firm, "Meng Lin, come here, stick your head on this stone, and see what your fate is, right?" I originally wanted to leave it to the Qing Emperor, but after all, you saw it first, if you don't have this fate, think about him again!"

Without asking, Hu Menglin knew that this thing was by no means an ordinary treasure. The Qing Emperor is a god-level powerhouse high up in the immortal realm, and even he can't get it, which shows that this thing is precious! In this sense, the indecision of the old staff spirit has already shown that he regards himself as a real relative!

The moment his head touched the black and white stone, Hu Menglin seemed to return to the womb, and a sense of warmth and comfort arose. He saw light, darkness, space and time, and his whole eyes were full of dense silk threads. And he was standing at the heart of the thread. It is the place where time and space are separated, and light and darkness are combined!

In my mind, I suddenly saw a purple and blue towering tree, boundless, rushing to my face, and instantly rooted in the core point!

Hu Menglin was stunned for a moment, trying to grab his position, but the body of the tree fell on the core point, and he was not excluded in any way, as if he was integrated into the tree, or the tree was integrated into his body, and the two were completely unified!

I don't know how long it took, Hu Menglin couldn't bear it anymore, and reached out to touch the countless silk threads beside him.

With a bang, Hu Menglin woke up, and a black hole that stretched into the distance appeared in front of his eyes! If it weren't for Ma Wushuang's big mouth, Hua Qingyun was still unconscious on the ground, he would definitely think that he had crossed again!

The old staff spirit let out a long sigh, "If you have a fate, you will become a great weapon! The stone of heaven and earth contains the truth, and it can be met but not sought!"

Hu Menglin looked at Ma Wushuang, "What happened just now?"

Ma Wushuang came back to his senses at this time, "As soon as you put your head on the stone wall, the stone wall cracked, I thought you were going to fall!" As he spoke, he picked up a few pieces of gravel and threw them into the black hole, only to see that the gravel was annihilated in an instant, and the gap was slowly getting bigger!

"Xiao Hu, tell Hantan Ice Clam, speed up, this valley may be annihilated, at most one day, be fast!"

After putting away the Xuanhuang vine, Hu Menglin asked Ma Wushuang to urge the Ice Clam Clan urgently, while he and Hua Qingyun rode on the snow leopard and went straight to the vast snow forest in the north.

There is also a special tribe of orcs there, the Werewolves. They are said to come from a peculiar source. Only one wolfren could be born out of every 1,000 wolfwolves! And they could only cultivate through the waning moon when the moon deficiency reached one-third. There were less than five hundred, but they were all strong.

According to the instructions of the Qinglin patriarch, he soon arrived at the mountain forest, which seemed quiet and deep in the night. When the snow leopard arrives here, no matter how much it urges, it refuses to enter the forest!

The two had no choice but to get off the snow leopard and run forward quickly. If these werewolves can't find them tonight, I'm afraid it will be next month to find them again! The Northern Frontier Demon Clan moves frequently, who dares to guarantee that they will not be discovered by the Demon Clan next month?

After all, the shadow of the famous tree of man: this orc race that fought 8,000 years ago has left a deep impression on the demons and the underworld. It is said that the Sirius Star at that time, when the waning moon was in the sky, launched a racial ability, "Wanyue Dementor", which made more than a thousand strong people of the underworld completely lose themselves, and killed frantically until dawn, and the underworld and demon races lost no less than 5,000 people!

At this time, the moon in the sky is approaching the middle of the sky, and the silver light is pouring out, gentle as water. A silver wolf suddenly flashed through the treetops, and then, hundreds of cyan wolves surrounded the two.

Hua Qingyun used his spiritual power to communicate with them to explain his intentions, but the cyan wolf didn't buy it. Hua Qingyun's spiritual power was integrated into a bundle and rushed into the dense forest in the distance, like a deep sea, silent.

Hu Menglin let out a long howl a few times, but there was no answer in the distance. Obviously, either the werewolves don't know, or they just don't like to deal with two people.

What should I do? As time passes, will I be in vain in my trip? No, the prestige that I have just wanted to establish must not be lost because of this. Suddenly, he sat down cross-legged, "Qingyun, send me your spiritual power, just like when you fought the Netherworld in Northern Xinjiang!"

A hint of wind swept through the air, flying into the distance with a little greenery. On the top of the mountain, an old man of the werewolf suddenly frowned, "Someone scanned with mental power, who is it?"

After a while, another voice answered, "There is no hostility, there is a faint vitality in the spirit, it feels good! Let the juniors go and see who is coming?"

Soon, several silver werewolves rushed back and reported the situation.

That day, the old werewolf pondered, "I thought that no one would ask about living in seclusion in the mountains, but I chose the wrong place!

Another voice was a little excited, "I'm finally going to fight like grandpa, and I'm going to scream too!"

The old werewolf looked at the moon, "That's the price to pay for the destruction of the soul." If your grandfather doesn't have the ability, I'm afraid he will already be at the level of a god general, and he will be at ease in the fairy world!"

"No, how can you stand by and watch your home is occupied! I'll meet those two young people!"

The old werewolf laughed, "Young man, the man is very young, and the woman is our old friend! How many times have you met?"

Sure enough, when the purple-haired werewolf walked out of the dense forest and felt Hua Qingyun's spiritual power, he said in disgust, "What's the matter?

Hu Menglin was a little weak, but he opened his eyes and said, "She has become my wife!" Patriarch Qinglin said that she is already an orc, an orc who has lived in this land for eight thousand years!"

The purple-haired werewolf glared at Hua Qingyun, "Really, fake? This woman is extremely cunning, and has calculated us several times! Fortunately, the eldest grandfather is witty, no matter what tricks she uses, she just can't go out behind closed doors!"

Hua Qingyun nodded, "We dealt with each other, why don't I remember? Are you sure it's my mental fluctuations?"

"If you do it, you have to admit it! That time, you brought more than 500 ordinary wolf people, saying that when we cut off our heads in front of us, I will rush out and give you a fatal blow!"

Hua Qingyun looked at Hu Menglin, "Is there such a thing in Polis Yu's memory?"

Hu Menglin was happy, told Hua Qingyun's origin in detail, and then told the purple-haired werewolf that the Polis rain in his soul did have this memory!

Obviously, it wasn't Hua Qingyun who did it!

The purple-haired werewolf was suspicious, felt it for a while, and nodded slightly, "There are some differences, not to mention that you can't tell the difference at all!

After saying a few words, Hu Menglin knew that his name was Lang Xiaotian, and it was said to commemorate his grandfather, who died in battle before his father was born. Regarding the Qinglin Patriarch's request for the relocation of the Heavenly Wolves, Lang Xiaotian said that he had already received a notice and was ready to leave this month.

As for where to move, there is disagreement within the clan. Holding the green werewolf with the largest number of sky wolves, he asked to move to the Great Forest of the Watchful Star and live a comfortable life. As the purple werewolf with the strongest combat effectiveness, they insist on staying in the northern Xinjiang and show their skills on the battlefield in the future!

Hu Menglin smiled, "That's up to you to decide! If you want me to say, your clan is too small, and the number of sky wolves is enough, it is better to accept ordinary werewolves, and then train a wolf cavalry!"

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