Wu Mo pinched her eyebrows with a little headache, she felt that the original subordinate was a little abnormal, and she didn't know what she was thinking about every day, but she was not in the mood to pay attention to it at the moment, and continued: "After Wu Mo died, what else happened to her?" ”

"Nope." Mu Xuan thought for a while, "But Wu Mo is quite popular in the Shenyan Continent, and many people mourn for him after his death." ”

Wu Mo was silent for a while when he heard this, and then said, "What about the Holy Maiden?" ”

"Holy Maiden?" Mu Xuan didn't expect Wu Mo to know about the Holy Maiden, and looked at her with some surprise, "Does Miss Yun still know Yan Xi?" ”

“…… Finished? Wu Mo was stunned, "Who is Wan Yanxi?" ”

"Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden of the Shenyan Continent, Wanyan Xi." Mu Xuan was a little confused.

Wu Mo's heart fell hard, "Isn't the holy woman of the Shenyan Continent Lan Zhuxi?" ”

Mu Xuan's eyes widened, and he looked at Wu Mo, his expression was a little strange: "Lan Zhuxi was the last saintess, and the current saint has become Wanyan Xi." But Miss Yun, how did you know about the last Holy Maiden? Aren't you from the Yuanchuan Continent, and ......"

And you're only seventeen years old......

Mu Xuan finally knew that something was wrong, in the past few days of getting along, he had always felt that Miss Yun was very powerful, and subconsciously put her in an equal position with them, and involuntarily ignored her original identity.

Now that I think about it, how could Miss Yun, an ordinary person from the Lower Continent who was only about seventeen years old, want to investigate the people and things that happened in the Superior Continent three hundred years ago?

It's out of reach.

"I have my own channels." Wu Mo didn't explain, and now she was worried, "Why did the Holy Maiden change people?" What happened to Lan Zhuxi? ”

It was the first time Mu Xuan saw Wu Mo so emotional, although he was also puzzled, but he still said honestly: "Lan Zhuxi died three hundred years ago, and he reigned for seventeen years as a saint, and now the saint's name is Yan Xi." ”

Although he had long guessed that something had happened to Lan Zhuxi, the moment he really heard this answer, Wu Mo's ears were still buzzing, and his mind was blank.

"How...... Dead? Wu Mo's breathing involuntarily became lighter.

"Sacrifice." Mu Xuan said, "Lan Zhuxi died in the Altar Soul Pool. ”

This is not what Mu Xuan found out, Lan Zhuxi's matter is not only in the Shenyan Continent, but also in the top of the gods.

As one of the three gods chosen by the Heavenly Dao, every time she ascends the throne, she is bound to attract the attention of the whole world, and Lan Zhuxi is the most talented saint in history, and the focus of the gathering is unprecedented.

Obviously, it was born with admiration and hope, but no one expected that such a highly expected person would only live for a short period of 17 years.

Compared with the saint's supposed endless and long life, it is really a moment.

"When the holy woman was in power, she should have been protected by the gods, but Lan Zhuxi sacrificed the soul pool regardless of her duties, which violated the will of heaven, and I am afraid that it is not just as easy as death."

"Alas, I don't know what Lan Zhuxi thinks, he sacrificed for some reason, obviously the talent is so strong, and the golden light carried by the godhead is about to catch up with the Lord......"

Mu Xuan sighed to himself, not realizing that the person in front of him was getting paler and paler because of his words.

"Alright, stand down." Wu Mo interrupted him.

She had a lot to ask, but she didn't want anything at the moment.

Happy Christmas Eve, be safe and sound

(End of chapter)