The mountain is not high, but when Mu came here, he found that there were more than a dozen big demons guarding here.

Among these demons, there are many top demons who can serve as a general in the demon court, but they are just staying here with peace of mind, neither famous nor leaving.

When the wood fell and the light fell, a demon that looked like ginseng stood up vigilantly.

"Who are you? This place has been closed, if you want to find the master of the Wind Fiber Palace, come back later."

As early as a few years ago, it was announced that the mountain would be closed here, and everyone was attracted by Qiao's demon court, so there have been no demons here to visit in the past few years.

Wood is still the first in recent years.

"I'm here to find the Wind Master." The wood voice was gentle, and it believed that when it appeared here, the Wind Fiber Palace in the mountains must have known that it was coming.

And as Mu expected, before the ginseng demon could speak, an old and kind voice came from the mountain.

"Ginseng medicine, it's the master of Danmu, let it in."

The Master of Danki!

Ginseng Yao was surprised in his heart, even if he had been guarding the master of the Wind Fiber Palace in the mountains for a long time, he also knew that the reputation of the master of Danmu in the demon clan was like thunder.

Especially in that big battle, the matter of casually suppressing the earth worm and killing the King of the Blood River with one sword, even these demons of the mountains and wilderness heard it with yearning.

So it hurriedly said, "I have seen the master of Danmu below, and the master is invited inside."

As he spoke, he was nervous and a little excited to lead the way.

Wood followed behind, and his body became smaller and smaller, and by the time he reached the mountain, he had changed to his former appearance.

This spell is not difficult, it has been mastered successfully after learning it from Qiao's hand for a while.

When he arrived at the mountain, he turned around and found that the Danmu Master had suddenly become smaller, and left with a shock in his heart.

The rest is not something it can observe.

On the mountain, many inscriptions have been erected here.

Wood looks past from the first inscription.

"In the first year of the Demon Era, the emperor came out and founded the Dao of Cultivating Immortals."

There is a diagram of the demon clan on the law below, and the wood can also see the appearance of the early days of the Blood River King and Dimu.

"This is, the Memorabilia of the Ten Thousand Demons?"

Mu looked at these inscriptions and found that the inscriptions erected here were all major events that had happened to the demon clan since the beginning of the record.

Suddenly, it thought of the day on the barren mountain when Lua was excited to ask for merit.

His eyes were slightly downcast, and Kiya saw the version that Lua brought back to show it here:

"In the year 851 of the Demon Era, in the eastern part of the continent, there was an arbor in the Tianworm region, which opened an altar on a barren mountain to preach the Fa, suppress the three demons, and spread the exquisite Jiedan Avenue."

"851?" Mu muttered to himself.

It doesn't know exactly how long the year 851 is referring to.

But just seeing this, Mu felt in a trance, it turned out that so much time had passed.

"Master Danmu, what do you think of these inscriptions?"

When Mu was in a trance, an old and kind voice came from behind.

Mu was not surprised, as soon as it stepped into this place, it sensed the location of the master of the Wind Fiber Palace.

Mu looked at these numerous inscriptions and paused, and said in silence, "This is the work of thousands of generations." qs

The smiling face of the Wind Fiber Palace behind him suddenly bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

When Mu turned around, he found that the Wind Fiber Palace had merged with the stone.

It slowly peeks out of the stone, and behind it are many unfinished steles.

"Those are all prepared by me for future generations, and when whoever takes over the burden in my hands, they don't have to spend so much energy selecting stones, cutting and sorting, and directly inscribed on them."

Speaking of these steles that he cut and condensed, Fengxian Palace has a lot to say.

It had painstakingly worked on these steles, and even after a few hundred years, it believed that they would not wear out in the slightest.

"I've also prepared other steles, and I plan to send them to the Demon Court in a few more days."

"These histories are for those little demons after all."

When Feng Xian Gong looked at these inscriptions, his eyes were full of warmth.

The proudest thing it did in its life was to build them.

The demon clan is too chaotic, not to mention Qiao's selfishness, but the demon court it created is indeed really unifying the demon clan and establishing a new order.

It's not that powerful, it's not good at fighting.

So it came to mind to record history.

This is what it wants to do, and it is what it wants to do more and more after becoming an incarnation.

Thinking of this, it looked at Mu, "Master Danmu, do you have something in particular that you want to do?"

What do you want to do?

Mu's eyes were slightly dazed, it had something special to do.

There used to be two, but now it's one.

But that one thing should never happen again after it dies once.

Seeing that Mu was silent, Feng Xian Gong also understood what Mu Na particularly wanted to do, and also understood why Mu had not completely stepped into the realm of transforming spirits until now.

It knows a lot of things, and it knows about wood.

So Feng Xian Gong smiled and said:

"Since the Master of Danmu has not yet decided to step into the Spirit, there is no need to rush these things, perhaps as time passes, you will accidentally find that the things you have in mind have actually been completed."

There were words in the words, and Mu looked at the Wind Fiber Palace, which was known as a master outside.

"Master, when you reach this realm, will you all become a riddle demon?"

"That's not it," Wind Slender Palace shook his head with a smile and replied to Wood's question, "It's not that we're going to be riddle demons, it's the answer you want, the kind we don't want to answer."

"If we answer you, what we think may fall through and be disturbed."

"So for our own sake, we won't answer your questions, or even say things that interfere with your judgment for our own purposes."

Wind Fiber Palace was slowly answering Mu's questions, making the atmosphere here even more silent.

"Then master, are you also such a demon?"

"I'm here because I want to get an answer to a question from the master."

Mu stood on the opposite side of the Wind Fiber Palace, his eyes were very calm, as if the demon who had just said this was not it.

"It depends on what you're asking, but as long as it doesn't get into my core purpose, I'm willing to say more."

"My question is simple, Master, you will be able to answer it." Mu's eyes were firm, and he shook his head lightly.

"Then I can answer you, yes, you're right." Feng Xiangong sighed and said the rest of the words.

"I'm the tentacle fish you want to kill, and the tentacle fish is me."

Airplanes!

Shocked within the canopy, Leibu suddenly found himself with a fluorescent glow.

Then a sword came out of its sheath, and the Raib priest fell into a deep sleep, and darkness fell before him.