Another thirty years have passed.

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Xizhou, the center of the desert, the desert sand sea, which is usually very quiet, has become lively again after 30 years.

Looking down from the desert, you can see that there is more ink on the unchanged yellow curtain of the past, and the distribution of these ink dots is scattered as if they are warm, and some of them dislike each other, and they are far apart.

In addition to the existing brushstrokes, there are also many colorful ink dots swaying towards the center of the curtain at the edge of the curtain.

Mo Yuan, who was pitch black and tightly wrapped all over his body, was also one of these ink spots, and the dragon boat under his feet was fast, and a white rainbow crossed the sky, leaving him behind for miles.

Estimating that it should be close to the destination, Mo Yuan controlled the dragon boat to suddenly lower its altitude, retracted the white dragon boat, and took out the high-level flying sword magic weapon that had been used by self-styled Yue for a long time, and rose up again.

In my mother's teachings, there is a saying called "show the enemy to be weak, and take advantage of it to be strong".

In front of the enemy, you should show the weak side as much as possible, make the opponent despise you, and then surprise him with a strong attack.

Mo Yuan felt that her mother was well versed in the way of using soldiers, and she should be a female marshal......

Today is the day of the opening of the Fallen Infant Ruins, and I don't know how many monks will gather here, and with the birth of the soul-nourishing wood necklace at the Falling Cloud Auction, maybe even the high-ranking monks who have not patronized here for a long time will appear again.

All the people who appear here today, Mo Yuan may encounter them in the ruins, and after encountering them, no one knows what the situation will be.

In short, all the people here today can be regarded as potential enemies.

As a foundation building monk, Mo Yuan would rather be treated as a little transparent and despised than show his strength too much, which attracts attention.

The Moyuan Imperial Sword soared into the air, swaying slowly towards the center of the place at a much slower speed than before.

Half a day later, Mo Yuan landed far away from the sky again, stood on the yellow sand with his feet on top of the yellow sand, and put away his flying sword.

On the ground in front of them, there were all human figures standing densely, and at a cursory glance, almost all of them were foundation building monks, either in the early stage, or in the middle stage, or in the late stage, and I don't know how many people there were at a glance, and hundreds of people estimated that there must be.

As Mo Yuan expected, there are indeed some Jiedan monks, and those who are still standing in the sky at this moment are all Jiedan monks, and the number is not much, only a handful.

It seems that even if it is rumored that a soul-nourishing wood necklace has been born here, few monks are interested in this ruin located in the land where birds don't.

However, it can't be taken so lightly, the entrance to the ruins has been open for a month, and today is the first day, and there will be people coming here one after another.

Mo Yuan's gaze swept over the only few figures in the air, ready to remember the characteristics of these people, and when he met them in the ruins, he could avoid them from afar.

But when his gaze swept over a white-clothed figure in the air, his smart eyes suddenly became dull, and his body stiffened.

"Why is she here too?!"

Who is this person?

Needless to say, the only person who could make Mo Yuan so reluctant to meet was naturally the one from the Moon Covering Sect, the Jiedan female cultivator Nangong Wan who had robbed him of his innocence in the Bloody Forbidden Land!

If you want to say that since Mo Yuan broke through the foundation, the person he didn't want to meet the most should be this woman.

He was worried that this senior would come to him to settle the score.

Even if she remembered the sunset bow and took it back, it would not be something Mo Yuan wanted to see.

Although Mo Yuan now has several top-grade magic weapons, no one will dislike too many top-grade magic weapons.

Mo Yuan quietly withdrew his gaze, pulled his hood down, and no longer looked over there, but instead looked at the nearby foundation building monks.

There are only a few monks in Jiedan, and the goals of these people are not the same as them, and the chance of encountering them in the ruins is very small, and it is these foundation building monks who need to pay more attention.

Among the people, Mo Yuan found a lot of faces of Spirit Beast Mountain, but this is normal, there are many low-level demon beasts in the ruins, and for the low-level monks of Spirit Beast Mountain, this is a treasure land.

It's just that although there are a lot of people from Spirit Beast Mountain, compared to the total, it is still only a small part.

Besides, these fellow doors, after entering the ruins, are not reliable, and they are not necessarily.

However, when he thought of the superb magic weapons in his storage bag and his many methods, the corners of Mo Yuan's mouth turned up slightly.

He thought of the mantra of a classic character in his mother's story - the man who sells the first thing, the one who is a chicken and a dog.

Nowadays, a monk of the same level is also a person who sells his head as a standard, and he is a disciple of a chicken and a dog.

Mo Yuan smiled.

But then, Mo Yuan suddenly woke up again - proud, proud, can't be proud!

You can be proud, because you are proud because of the results you have achieved, but you can't be proud, because pride will despise others and achieve the effect of "showing weakness to the enemy" for others in disguise.

Time passed slowly in introspection and waiting, and although there were many Tsukiji monks gathered here, no one dared to do anything out of the ordinary because of the Jiedan monks floating in the sky, and everyone honestly waited for the entrance to the ruins to open.

By noon, the red sun was high and the desert was getting hotter, but it was nothing to the monks.

Just as Mo Yuan was thinking wildly in his heart, a wisp of aura suddenly fluctuated in the sky above the desert.

This wisp of aura, appearing in the Xizhou desert where the aura is thin, is like a scorching eternal sun appearing in the cold endless night, which is so eye-catching.

Everyone's eyes looked at the place where the fluctuations came from, and they saw that the empty sky suddenly set off layers of waves like the sea level, and transparent waves were transmitted from a certain point in the air to all directions.

"It's coming!" Mo Yuan said secretly in his heart.

The waves were subtle at first, then grew stronger, and finally, in everyone's eyes, the space began to distort, and a small dot of dark blue mixed with silver appeared in the air.

As soon as the small dot appeared, the rich aura instantly escaped from it, and the aura suddenly became rich in the sky above the desert where the aura was originally thin.

In the eyes of the public, the dot grows larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally becomes an oval shape several feet high.

The blue and silver of the oval flow alternately, and when you look at it, you feel as if you have been swallowed up out of thin air, and even make people feel dizzy when you look at it for a long time.

The entrance to the ruins has appeared!

However, no one is in a hurry to enter, the oval entrance is still twisting and fluctuating, and it is not completely stable, and no one knows if there will be any danger when entering in this situation.

A few more days passed, and the entrance finally stabilized, the space was no longer distorted, the transparent air waves had disappeared, and the speed of spiritual energy had slowed down.

"The entrance is stable!" I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and the people who were originally quiet suddenly became agitated.

But no one dared to make a move, and everyone turned their attention to a few monks in the air.

Compared to when Mo Yuan first came, there were a few more monks in Jiedan.

"Senior Sister Nangong, since the passage has been stabilized, let's go in." A man in sloppy clothes, with his hair hanging down on his shoulders at will, said to Nangong Wan beside him.

Although this man was negligent in dressing up, it was still not difficult to see from his old eyebrows that he should have been a beautiful man.

"According to Senior Brother Qiong's words." Nangong Wan returned.

As the words fell, the two disappeared in place, but only a strange light appeared in the air.

"Li Daoyou, the old monsters in the dome have all gone in, let's go too." A middle-aged monk dressed as a Taoist with a whisk in his hand spoke up.

After all the knots entered, the Zhuji monks who had been ready to move for a long time also turned into a ray of light and headed towards the oval passage.

Mo Yuan was not in a hurry, he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and only after the first group of people entered, did he take out a few protective talismans in his right hand, and took out the Huang Luo umbrella in his left hand and held it in his hand, and then followed the flow of people, flying away unhurriedly.

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PS: It should be a recurrence of gout, but fortunately I took two analgesic pills when I went to bed last night, otherwise I suspect that I may have been woken up by pain in the morning, come and count the tickets to comfort, there is nothing better than the analgesic effect of various tickets.