Fang Cai's subordinate bowed his head and said, "Yes, the Fire Monarch planted it himself." Shaojun, this person can't move. ”

Moyuan pursed his lips and dropped a sentence indifferently: "It's not interesting." Then he took his hand and walked out in high spirits.

The subordinate followed to the door of the underground palace and did not follow, stood aside with a low brow, and respectfully sent the young monarch away.

Walking on the way back to the dormitory, the soldiers passing by all bowed their heads and saluted, ignoring the demon wall, and walked back without squinting. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned sideways and raised his chin, took one out of the group of soldiers behind, and ordered, "You, come here and do something for Benjun." ”

The named soldier stiffened, not knowing whether he was flattered or worried. He seemed to be extremely reluctant to run errands for Shaojun, but he was forced by Junwei to have no choice but to follow him in a proper manner.

The demon wall returned to the temple, and without looking back, he closed the door with a flick of his backhand. There was a faint flow of black qi on the door, which seemed to be blessed with a magic shield.

He sat down, looked up and down at the soldier standing in the middle of the dormitory, and ordered with a blank face, "Serve tea to this gentleman." ”

The soldier stood motionless with a wooden face.

Moyuan sneered and said leisurely: "It's really a narrow road. One person dares to break into our clan's Moyu Palace, you are really bold. ”

The soldier still stood still, raised his hand and brushed it lightly in front of him, and his face changed accordingly, and it was actually Mu Li who had lurked in.

Demon Yuan stared at him, no emotion on his face, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The demon wall pointed him out in public, and he must have seen through his transformation, but he did not expose him. If memory serves, the last time they met, they almost got into a fight. Today, he deliberately introduced him into the dormitory without a trace, and his attitude was neither yin nor yang. Mu Li didn't know what his purpose was for a while, and looked straight into the past. The two men exchanged glances, both of which were full of scrutiny.

Mu Li also asked, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Moyuan asked rhetorically, "Didn't you come in looking for someone?" ”

Mu Li's eyes suddenly brightened: "Do you know where she is?" ”

The demon wall did not answer, only nodded.

Mu Li went straight to the point: "Take me there." ”

Moyuan said, "No. ”

His tone was flat, his face was not wavering, Mu Li's face suddenly turned cold, and a frost-like chill began to condense around him.

The demon wall didn't show hostility, but said coldly: "In that underground palace, the Fire Monarch and Songqing Xuanwu will appear at any time, so if you can beat it, you can go." ”

Hearing this, Mu Li slowly lowered his eyes, and the pair of eyes that had read all the states of the world were endlessly gloomy at the moment.

Demon Yuan sighed lightly, and said, "She has a curse on her, and she can't leave there." ”

Mu Li frowned and asked, "Is there a solution?" ”

Moyuan was so helpless in his heart, he didn't know what happened to him today, but he could calmly say so much to this person. He gave up exploring this minutiae and said, "I don't have it for the time being." Glancing at the other party, he added, "I don't think you have either." Unless there is a physician, or someone of higher cultivation. ”

Mu Li rubbed his fingers, and his mind turned. Doctor, he happened to know one.

So, the two people who had never been on the tip of the needle to Mai Mang lived in the same room, sat opposite each other, and made a plan.

The next day, Mu Li brought a person, Aunt Qin.

They acted according to the plan, solved the three soldiers who were responsible for delivering water to the underground palace, disguised themselves, hid their spiritual power, and quietly appeared on the stage.

The three of them came to the gate of the dungeon disguised as water delivery soldiers and opened the gate as usual, and the guards in the dungeon did not suspect at all. Demon Yuan stood at the entrance to watch, and Mu Li was in charge of the waterwheel, and he was like a walking corpse, mechanically pushing the cart forward, and his eyes under the hood were always staring at a certain place.

Aunt Jean is responsible for refilling the detainees. When it was Jiang Lao's turn, she reached into the magic shield with one hand and made a gesture to take out the water bowl, and her index finger took the opportunity to pop out a string as thin as a cow's hair and imperceptible, and put it on Jiang Lao's vein to listen.

Jiang Lao's wrists tightened, and he immediately raised his head vigilantly, only to see the eyes exposed under the hood of the water delivery soldier, not as lazy and unfocused as before, and they were flashing at the moment, hinting to him.

Although Jiang Lao didn't know the identity of the other party, he was obviously his own person, so he relieved his heart and pretended to be nothing.

Aunt Qin listened for a while, took out the water bowl to the waterwheel to refill the water, and then took advantage of the time to put it back into the water bowl, popping out a pill, which was falling into Jiang Lao's arms. Jiang Lao quietly put it away, nodded at her, and then kept his eyes on their movements.

When Aunt Qin came to Changxi's Yutai, Changxi didn't react.

Aunt Qin repeated her old skills, and she found out that she had meditated and settled, and the spiritual power of water and fire in her body was facing each other, and she was fighting upside down, and she couldn't notice the changes in the outside world.

The fire-based spiritual power, which comes from the flame killing array laid by the Fire Monarch, is extremely domineering. And the flame killing formation is tricky, directly on her, moving with her, no matter where she goes, she can't get rid of her trap. The spiritual power of the water system is weak, and most of it has been consumed, and the longer it drags on, the more unimaginable the consequences will be.

Aunt Qin took out the water bowl and moved slowly. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she thought of something she had never tried before. When she reached into the shield again, she also injected her spiritual power into Changxi's body, trying to help her break the spell.

Changxi was engrossed in fighting the method, and was tortured by the Flame Killing Curse to the point of almost collapse. Suddenly, she felt a new spiritual power pouring into her body, a third spiritual power that was different from her own spiritual power and fire system. It is beneficial to the water system, but it is obviously restricted by the fire system, could it be that this is the gold spiritual power?

Gold gives birth to water, water overcomes fire, and gold overcomes fire, which is a triangular balance relationship. The flame has the ability to sell gold and turn water, and gold can also use water to overcome fire.

And fire gives birth to earth, and soil can fuel the golden potential. She had inherited the half-body earth spirit vein from Sha Lao, and she had also practiced simple earth-based spells, but she had never used them.

In this way, if you can take advantage of the momentum of the Flame Killing Array itself to generate gold and gather the momentum in the water, you can gradually compete with it. At the same time, we should pay attention to inhibiting the trend of moistening wood and wood fire, isn't this a cliché, the way of the five elements to restrain each other?

Aunt Qin was pleasantly surprised to find that the situation in her body was intricately changing, and a wave of earth-based spiritual power appeared out of thin air. Under her delightful gaze, Changxi finally opened her eyes.

The moment she saw Aunt Qin, she instantly understood where the golden spiritual power that turned the tide came from.

For some reason, she looked behind Aunt Qin and saw the man standing next to the watermill at a glance. Although she had never seen the face under the hood, she was familiar with the anxious and concerned gaze and the independent posture of the world, and it was the person who had kept it in her heart for more than ten years.

has been delayed here for too long, Aunt Qin has to get up and leave, and Mu Li continues to play the role of a water delivery soldier. They looked at each other, and everything was silent.

Who knew that at this time, two voices sounded outside the underground palace, unforgettable and unforgettable sounds.

A voice said lightly: "Water Dragon Ball recognizes her as the Lord, what is the use of the elders?" ”

The Fire Lord is coming.

Another voice made people grit their teeth even more: "If it's really useless, then what about the Emperor Immortal Stone?" ”

Songqing.

What are you afraid of!

When she looked up, Changxi noticed that the soldier at the door actually raised her eyebrows at her and threw a flirtatious and ambiguous look. That look made her teeth itch with hatred, who else could there be but the Demon Wall?

She withdrew her gaze, the corner of her eyes sweeping over the corner of the dungeon. Aunt Qin and Mu Li are still playing the role of conscientious water delivery workers, hanging their heads and holding back. She knew right away that this was not the time.

Huojun and Song Qing walked side by side in front of her, Song Qing looked at it carefully for a long time, and said in amazement: "It's really you, you've recovered well over the years!" Why isn't the Water Dragon Ball on you? ”

Song Qing was so brazen and aggressive, and Huo Jun was on the side with his hands on the side, not saying a word.

The Water Dragon Ball was originally a pair, and the two people in front of her, one skillfully and the other snatched, snatched one from her, but at this moment, they both had their own ghosts, and they were unashamed to sing in front of the main owner.

Changxi watched coldly, without saying a word, and watched a monkey show for free, as if what they had for themselves had nothing to do with her. Aunt Qin and Mu Li haven't left yet, so she can't make more trouble.

The Fire Monarch asked quietly, "How can the Water Dragon Ball be compared to the Great Divine Wood?" The aristocratic sacred tree has deep roots and thick leaves, and it was really destroyed in a sea of fire? ”

Hearing this, Song Qing's face suddenly showed dissatisfaction, and his tone was faintly impatient: "Twenty years ago, the Great Divine Wood was destroyed, that fire was extraordinary, what is its power, the Fire Monarch knows it, so why bother asking?" ”

Huo Jun smiled and hid a knife in his mouth and said: "The weeds are still inexhaustible, and the gods are woody?" This truth is known to three-year-old children, and the elder's words seem to be prevaricating Benjun. ”

When they mentioned the Water Dragon Ball, Changxi was still indifferent, and even looked at the scene of dog eating dog and mouthful of hair, and his heart was dripping with joy. But when it came to the Great Shenmu, she clenched her fingers, her fingertips sank deep into the flesh, and she was patient, repeatedly admonishing herself to take care of the overall situation and not be impulsive.

Song Qing was silent for a long time, then changed the topic and said, "Since the Water Dragon Ball is not here, she herself is also very beneficial, so let the Fire Monarch give it to me." ”

Huo Jun didn't even raise his eyelids, and said lightly: "Benjun keeps her useful, and the elder should find another magic weapon." ”

Song Qing was obviously displeased, but he didn't hide it, and said in a weird manner: "The Fire Monarch is inevitably a little more favoritistic, he promised the entire demon clan to Xuanwu twenty years ago, why did he come to me so stingy?" ”

Twenty years ago...... The whole demon race......

Changxi seemed to have grabbed a fishing line, touched the melon along the vine, and something gradually surfaced. While the Demon Wall was here, she wanted to ask.

She made up her mind, and as soon as she looked up, she met the gaze of the Fire Monarch who was examining her.

She suddenly panicked, repeated a few words of Amitabha Buddha in her heart, and then said calmly: "Twenty years ago, even if you could predict the death of the Demon Venerable, but he still had a young monarch and deserved to succeed to the throne, why did he dare to promise the Demon Clan to an elder?" How does the Fire Lord plan to fulfill his promise? And how did you predict that the Demon Venerable would fall in that battle? ”