The shores of the Moon Lake have now returned to calm.

The Heavenly Tribulation was dissipated by the fingers of the middle-aged scribe, and the tide of spiritual power in this place gradually subsided, and the Moon Lake returned to its previous size.

The middle-aged scribe stood quietly on the water at the moment, looking around, at the grass and trees around him.

There was a hint of remembrance and joy in his eyes.

"It's been many years since I stepped out of the cave."

He muttered to himself, and then, his right hand stretched slightly, but it was grabbing at the void below the bottom of the lake.

The surface of the lake rolled, but it was Ye Wuwu who was fished up.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Ye Wuwu didn't know why at the moment, he only felt that the sky was spinning in his head, and he was groggy.

The spiritual power that he had just almost filled was now extremely chaotic, and there was not much left.

The middle-aged scribe lowered his head slightly and looked at Ye Wuwu.

The cinnabar between the eyebrows is now gone, the nails have returned to normal, and the pupils of the eyes are no longer demonic purple.

Only there was still some abruptness, only Ye Wuwu's newly-born purple hair remained.

The middle-aged scribe stared at Ye Wuwu for a while at this moment before he spoke silently.

"Good luck."

When Ye Wuwu, who had just recovered his senses, heard this, he immediately wanted to punch the middle-aged scribe in the face.

Luck?

"Damn, you toad, I was almost killed by you, master!"

Even though he had all the thoughts about the middle-aged scribe in his mind, Ye Wuwu could only dare to pour out his unhappiness at this moment.

Joke...... That slap was quite painful.

The middle-aged scribe didn't care about Ye Wuwu's words and deeds, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"How do you feel after you build the foundation?"

Ye Wuwu was stunned.

After a while, he slowly spoke, his expression serious and serious.

"Very strong."

After hesitating, Ye Wuwu then added.

"It's much, much stronger than before."

Ye Wuwu's realm at this moment, in the eyes of outsiders, is a clear realm in the early stage of foundation building.

But only Ye Wuwu knew that even if he was in the late stage of foundation building, it was difficult to compare with now.

This is a qualitative leap.

Although they are all foundations, they are like a pound of cotton and a pound of iron, can they weigh the same?

This example is a bit inappropriate, because the weight is the same.

Can a pound of silver be the same as a pound of gold?

It's different.

The middle-aged scribe nodded happily, but then said in a serious tone.

"Just facing the Ninth Heavenly Tribulation, do you remember what you did?"

"Of course I remember, I ......"

He stopped halfway through his words, and Ye Wuwu was a little stunned in his eyes.

Ye Wuwu stroked his forehead with one hand, and his pupils flickered slightly, as if he was in a little pain.

"I remember that I had demonic power in my body, and I called it."

"I remember you slapping me."

"I still remember ......''

Ye Wuwu suddenly patted his forehead, a little hoarse and grinned.

"I actually remember very well, I used demonic powers, and then something changed.

But I feel like that's not me, and that's not quite right.

After all, it's still me, just not the usual me. ”

Ye Wuwu felt that he was a little indescribable for a while.

The middle-aged scribe smiled.

He dropped two sentences.

"Toad."

That's the first sentence.

"Shut up and don't speak."

This is the second sentence.

Ye Wuwu suddenly woke up.

Ye Wuwu once borrowed the word toad to solve the confusion of the middle-aged scribe, telling the other party that you are still you, no matter which one he is, it is the real him.

Now that the other party dropped a toad, why didn't he tell Ye Wuwu that no matter which one he was, it was him.

As for this second sentence......

The middle-aged scribe waved his hand lightly in front of him, and in the air, a ripple rippled towards the surroundings.

All around, there were a few dull snorts.

The scenery changed in an instant, and the world in front of Ye Wuwu seemed to be blurred, but then it was clear.

But Ye Wuwu still felt that where he was, he seemed to be isolated from the outside world by the middle-aged scribe with his great magical powers.

A voice came from not far away, and along with the sound, there was also a phantom that came out, and at this moment he bowed deeply to his side.

"Junior Baiyun Sword Sect Li Qingshan, see the transitional robbery master."

Ye Wuwu's expression was slightly stunned, and while his eyes were surprised, he seemed to find that his master Li Qingshan seemed to be unable to see himself.

In other words, it is impossible to see Ye Wuwu and the middle-aged scribe.

With a slight wave of his hand, the middle-aged scribe isolated the place, and from the inside, he could clearly see the scene outside, but from the outside, it was impossible to peek inside.

It didn't stop there, not far away, a second hoarse voice was heard.

"The junior Spirit Sword Sect Situ Yan has seen a master."

The illusory figure of an old man dissolved to the side and bowed deeply here.

Spirit Sword Sect ...... Ye Wuwu pondered carefully in his heart.

I just don't know what level this Situ Yan is in the Spirit Sword Sect.

For some reason, Ye Wuwu felt that the demonic power in his body suddenly fluctuated.

The fluctuations are small, just ripples.

Then, a word came from a little distance, but the voice was loud.

"Junior Qingqiu clan Hu Wenxuan, here to see the transitional robbery master, dare to ask, the senior is a member of my demon clan?"

The Demon Fox Clan?

The demon clan is thousands of miles away from here, and it can be projected here, what kind of realm is this demon fox?

Moreover, this demon fox was the first to ask questions.

The middle-aged scribe just replied lightly.

"I don't like talking to people who are afraid to show up."

After a while, a phantom appeared in the air not far away.

It is a man in green clothes wearing a crown, and he is cherishing this place at this moment.

Behind the man, there were seven tails.

Seven-Tailed Demon Fox!

Although it was a phantom, Li Qingshan and Situ Yan's eyes had subtle changes.

Seeing the other party appear, the middle-aged scribe said indifferently.

"I'm not a demon."

The demon fox man's expression did not change in the slightest, he just nodded silently, and then retreated to the side, no longer speaking.

It's just that deep down in his heart, there are some doubts.

If you are not mistaken, there seems to be a little demonic energy left in the Heavenly Tribulation here, and it is the breath that can only exist when the demon clan crosses the tribulation.

Another figure appeared here, but it was a little late.

When this phantom appeared, the demonic flames around it were monstrous, but then it was retracted without a trace, and then solemnly bowed to this place.

"The younger generation is Dugu Xuan, meet the master of the robbery."

Ye Wuwu's pupils contracted suddenly, and he was a little uncomfortable for a while.

Boy...... Dugu Xuan and Li Qingshan met together.

And this seven-tailed demon fox, I don't know if he can detect himself, will he come to find the little fox?

Four bigwigs came here in a row, but there were three of them, more or less related to Ye Wuwu.

These phantoms are all the top powerhouses in Cangjian Prefecture.

They did not hesitate to spend their energy and energy, and they came here from thousands of miles away, just because there was a breath of catastrophe in this Cangjian Prefecture.

Tragedy.

Cangjian Prefecture has been a thousand years old, and there has never been a transitional robbery monk.

They were waiting, waiting for a reply from a middle-aged scribe.