The dilapidated palace crumbled under the impact of the giant wolf.

In front of the palace, two figures stood side by side.

Holding a withered wooden staff was the master of the Wood Temple wearing a long green skirt who sent Han Muye to catch the grass whip last time, and there was a golden wolf demon god wearing a black battle armor and a demon wolf roaring on his shoulder armor.

The spear in the hand of the Golden Wolf Demon God stabbed out, with a little bit of coldness, and the wooden staff of the Lord of the Wood Temple had a blue-gray halo, and every time it fell, several cyan giant wood phantoms flew out and crashed out ten zhang away.

The spear of the Golden Wolf Demon God picked the golden wolf away, and the golden wolf that the giant wood phantom hit all howled miserably, and his body flew down.

The two of them shot with all their strength at this time, and they could only block the golden wolves that were impacting, and some of the other golden wolves who were besieging them had already rushed into the main hall.

"Don't let them disturb the wood god!" The Lord of the Wood Temple let out a low shout, and the wooden staff in his hand flew out and headed for the main hall.

"Puffy—"

From the gap in the main hall, several golden wolf figures flew out upside down.

But the combat power of the Lord of the Wood Temple, who did not have a wooden staff in his hand, suddenly dropped, and a golden wolf flew up, tearing her sleeve with one claw.

"Get out." The Golden Wolf Demon God let out a low shout, raised his hand and punched the golden wolf away.

More golden wolves pounced.

"All of you ask for peace, get out of here!" The Golden Wolf Demon God shouted angrily, a golden aura appeared on his body, and a blood-colored halo flashed in his eyes.

"Big brother, why bother." In the void, a voice rang out.

A young man in a cyan armor appeared.

As soon as this young man appeared, all the golden wolf figures froze.

This scene made the Golden Wolf Demon God look stunned, and his eyes narrowed.

"Big brother, you saw it."

"Now I'm the god of the Golden Wolf Clan."

"There can only be one wolf king, and this rule is still set by you."

The young man had a smile on his face, but his expression was slowly gloomy: "How can my golden wolf clan not need a soft-boned wolf king, right?" ”

The Golden Wolf Demon God glared, but did not speak.

He looked around, and the aura on his body slowly became heavier.

"Mu Xue, you tell Mu Shen that Zhu Teng can't protect him anymore." The Golden Wolf Demon God whispered softly, turning his head slightly, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.

The Lord of the Wood Temple nodded, a hint of bitterness on his face.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have sent the straw whip out."

Hearing his words, the Golden Wolf Demon God shook his head and grinned: "Mu Xue, you haven't seen it clearly, even if you have a grass whip, today is also a dead end." ”

"Little Zhu Qiu'an, he is not qualified yet, and he does not have the courage to come to the Wood Temple."

"With his mind, his mind has long been lost."

Indeed, at this time, Zhu Qiu'an did not have a trace of loss.

Hearing the words of the Golden Wolf Demon God, Zhu Qiu An laughed, and raised a cold long knife in his hand.

"In the end, it's my eldest brother, who knows me best."

"I'm here today, and I've been—"

Speaking of this, he snorted coldly, and the long knife slashed down on his head.

The other golden wolves also rushed towards the Golden Wolf Demon God.

The Golden Wolf Demon God roared, and his body turned into a ten-zhang giant wolf, smashing the golden wolf around him with one palm, and then flew away and crashed into Zhu Qiu'an.

"Boom-"

Zhu Qiu'an was knocked away with his long knife, but Zhu Qiu'an was not only not afraid, but laughed.

Those golden wolves also surrounded the ten-zhang giant wolves and did not come forward.

The giant wolf roared wildly, and the aura on his body began to be messy.

Here is the.

The chaotic force in the dam is the greatest pressure and obstacle for all living beings.

"Your Excellency is right, you really can't hold on anymore."

Zhu Qiu'an chuckled, and his eyes fell on the collapsed hall in front of him.

"Wood God, it should be called the Faun God."

"Back then, he was responsible for shepherding thousands of exotic beasts and beasts, and was in charge of the power of the plants and trees in the world."

"Today I want to see if this great power is still alive or has fallen."

Zhu Qiu'an raised his feet and walked forward.

A golden wolf opened the way in front of him.

The Golden Wolf Demon God roared, knocked away the golden wolves around him, and crashed towards Zhu Qiu'an.

Zhu Qiu'an shook his head, and a cold halo of light fell in his hand, covering the Golden Wolf Demon God.

"Frost Ring!"

The master of the wooden temple standing in front of the stone steps whispered.

Looking at the frozen ten-zhang giant wolf, Zhu Qiu'an smiled and looked at the jade-colored ring he was wearing on his finger.

"Sure enough, it's an immortal treasure, and even a demon god comparable to Tianzun can freeze."

"Your Excellency really didn't deceive me."

He raised his hand, his finger slowly pointing at the Lord of the Wood Temple in front of the stone steps.

"Mu Xue, I know, back then, he was known as the first kind shepherd under the Throne of the Faun."

"It's a pity that kindness has nothing to do with cultivation."

The cyan streamer flew away and slammed forward.

Mu Xue showed a miserable look on her face, and stepped out in one step, crashing towards the frost.

In the void, a divine thought suddenly remembered.

"Boy, let's do it."

The voice was remembered in everyone's ears.

But Han Muye knew that it was for him.

The voice sounded, and his figure had already fallen in front of Mu Xue, and he punched out.

"Boom-"

The icy light was shattered by a punch.

Scattered ice crystals flew and landed on the surrounding golden wolves, freezing the bodies of these golden wolves.

The power of this treasure in the hands of Zhu Qiu'an is extremely strong.

Seeing the cold streamer being shattered, Zhu Qiu'an was still a little stunned.

"How is it possible, how can the power of this Frost Ring stop ......"

He looked at his palm.

Han Muye ignored him, raised his hand and punched out.

The golden streamer crashed into the Golden Wolf Demon God.

"Boom-"

The ice shattered, and the thunder shone.

The ice crystals on the Golden Wolf Demon God's body broke, and the thunder light also made his spirit sober, and the blood in his eyes dissipated.

"What a powerful spatial control power."

The Golden Wolf Demon God looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that after only a few decades of not seeing you, you have already controlled the power of space, and your combat power is so strong." ”

When Han Muye came to the Wood Temple, he was cautious when he retreated.

At this time, there is no fear.

Whether it was the Golden Wolf Demon God or Mu Xue behind him, there was no threat in front of him.

This is the self-confidence after the improvement of one's own strength.

Only strength is the greatest reliance of a practitioner.

"The power of space? No wonder ......" Zhu Qiu'an finally reacted and looked at Han Muye, with a hint of solemnity on his face.

The power that can control space is a real powerhouse.

At least he doesn't have the ability to do that himself.

"Boy, the god of faun is old, you and I should follow the adults."

"The Lord is about to sweep through the embankment and break through the barriers of the world here, and the glory of the Divine Court is about to shine on the heavens and the earth again."

There was fanaticism in Zhu Qiu'an's words, and his own face was full of fanatical expressions.

This frenzy affected the surrounding golden wolves, and all the golden wolves roared wildly.

Han Muye shook his head.

Even if he hadn't been summoned by the wood god's voice just now, he would have made a move.

The strawwhip gave him too much help.

What's more, he came this time to see the wood god.

Or, the Faun.

"Get out—"

The Golden Wolf Demon God let out a low shout, and his body turned into a black-armored warrior again, and he smashed it down with one punch.

Zhu Qiu'an raised his hand to block it, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably.

"Hmph, your lord is coming, you can't escape." Zhu Qiu'an did not turn back, and with the power of this punch, he turned around and flew away.

The golden wolves hissed as well, and then retreated.

In front of the wooden temple, only a mess remained.

The puppet guards of the Wood Temple have all been shattered, and several other guardians have also fallen.

A trace of sadness flashed on Mu Xue's face and looked around.

"Let's go, the wood god wants you to meet him." Suddenly, she was slightly shocked and looked up at Han Muye.

The Golden Wolf Demon God on the side also raised his head.

Han Muye nodded and strode into the palace.

A decaying and dilapidated palace.

"Will he be the one the Faun is waiting for?" The Golden Wolf Demon God looked at Han Muye's back and spoke in a low voice.

Mu Xue shook her head and squatted in front of the stone steps, her face showing a hint of loneliness.

"I don't know ......"

"I don't know how long we'll have to wait."

……

There is darkness in the hall.

The surrounding wooden structures have decayed, leaving only the bluestone frame.

The further you go, the more you can see the dead branches scattered on the ground.

On the stone platform in front of him, a tall tree withered, with a golden spear stuck in its trunk.

Han Muye stood a hundred feet away from the big tree.

"Boy, how is Wenqu now?" In front of the tree, a phantom appeared.

White beard and white robe, hands in the sleeves.

Although it is only a phantom, this old man still has a power that makes people want to bow down and worship.

This is the majesty accumulated over countless thousands of years.

This is the unique charm of Da Neng.

Or rather, luck.

Such power, every word and deed, is connected to a world.

What they do and think is the great fortune of the world.

And all living beings rise and fall in this tide of fortune.

Some people came into being, and some people fell against the sky.

Han Muye had a hint of understanding in his heart.

Today, he is a jumping ant to those who control the world, a little thing against the sky.

He's struggling for his life, and he's changing his fortunes.

"Senior, I don't know what Wenqu is-"

At this point, he paused: "What did the predecessor say about Wenmo, Shengwen, and Wenxiang?" ”

"Hehe, Wen Mosheng?" The old man nodded and chuckled, "That's him." ”

The sound of text and ink is a song?

Back then, the Divine Court controlled the official fortunes of the world and helped the Divine Emperor manage the great priests of thousands of Divine Court officials?

When Wen Mosheng was the prime minister of Tianxuanguo, he could dominate the world with an understatement, so he had already experienced?

No wonder Wenxiang can suppress Tianxuan for thousands of years.

"I've been in retreat since I was seriously injured, and I don't know what's going on outside, can you tell me about it?"

The wood god had a kind face and spoke in a low voice.

Han Muye nodded and briefly told the story outside the embankment.

Han Muye didn't believe in the Mu Shen retreat, so he didn't know anything about the outside world.

Countless practitioners who have walked through the embankment always bring all kinds of messages.

The wood god asked himself about the outside information, but he was just trying to understand his position.

Han Muye was also calm, telling all the things outside the Dao Dispute and the Dao Dispute.

Including the three-day battle in Xianyuan, as well as the possible resumption of Shengxiantai.

There was a hint of complexity on Mu Shen's face, and he shook his head and sighed softly.

"Actually, when the town was closed and ascended to Sendai, we knew that there would be a day when it would reopen......"

Seeing Han Muye looking up at him, Mu Shen raised his hand to his chest and said softly, "People's hearts." ”

"The most complicated thing in the world is, after all, the human heart."

People's hearts are the most complicated, and Han Muye has long known this.

Even those great powers can't withstand the ambitions in their hearts.

Back then, we were able to work together to seal the town and ascend to Sendai, and we can also work together to open ascending to Sendai in the future.

What does not change is their power, and what changes is the heart.

"Boy, there are some things that your cultivation can't afford to participate in." The wood god looked at him, a smile on his face.

"Although I was involved in it back then, now, I am powerless."

The wood god looked back at the big tree and the spear nailed to the big tree, and shook his head: "My body has already been fundamentally injured by this immortal treasure spear, and I can only slowly recover through deep sleep. ”

"If it weren't for the fact that I was hidden in this levee, I'm afraid I would have been dug up long ago."

There was a glimmer of light in Mu Shen's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Now, I'm afraid I can't sleep peacefully. ”

The golden wolf besieged the Wood Temple, and it was impossible to say that there was no great power behind it.

As for who is the power behind it, the wood god is not clear.

Han Muye and Mu Shen not only talked about the land where the ancient gods fell and the ancient cloud galaxy, but also talked a lot about the past of the Divine Court.

Many secrets that Han Muye didn't know before are now told, which makes him feel like he has seen the sun.

At that time, everyone in the Divine Court was in danger, and the God Emperor was coercive, which eventually led to a rebellion in the Quartet.

"It's still the human heart."

"When people's hearts are confused, the team will be difficult to lead."

"The God Emperor always feels that the fairy world is suppressed, and no one dares to move."

"He didn't know that once a cultivator had a thought in his heart, he couldn't suppress it." There was absolute clarity in the words of the wood god.

Back then, he was also the one who couldn't be suppressed.

The fear of ascending to the immortal realm, the disappointment of the divine court, and the rebellion that bred under the fear of the god emperor.

All of them converged, and after all, they became towering trees, overturning the divine court that had suppressed countless thousands of years in the world, and sealing the Ascension Immortal Terrace.

"Then, what if a practitioner has no mortal mind?" With a move in his heart, Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Soul Pool!

The immortal realm corresponds to the cultivators who have ascended, and they all have a spirit pool.

What is dissolved in this spiritual pool is the aura, or is it the spirituality?

Hearing his words, the wood god pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "I don't know. ”

"Back then, the God Emperor inadvertently said that when he went to the fairy world, he would no longer be nostalgic for this world."

"It is also this sentence that strengthens our determination to overthrow the Divine Court."

When I go to the fairy world, I no longer have nostalgia for this world.

Han Muye didn't know what others were doing, he felt that he still had a lot of concerns.

Mu Wan, those people in the Sword Pavilion of Jiuxuan Mountain, Huang Zhihu, Huang Lao Liu, and many people who made friends in the imperial city.

If birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable, he may remember it, but if he is allowed to forget it directly, he can't do it.

What if the spirit pool is to dissolve all these obsessions?

Han Muye was silent for a while.

"Boy, are you here to ask me this?" Mu Shen laughed, and then said, "I'm afraid this place is no longer safe, and I'm ready to leave." ”

The golden wolf besieged, and there was also a storm in the embankment.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the spear stuck in the dead tree.

"Hehe, you want this spear?" The wood god shook his head and sighed softly, "If you can really pull out this spear, I want to thank you." ”

"This spear has drained eighty percent of my strength."

"The power of the fairy world is really terrifying."

Han Muye stood up and walked towards the withered tree.

The eyes of the wood god revealed a fine light.

Han Muye walked to the big tree, raised his hand, and held the handle of the spear.