In Su Ye's previous life, he heard an allusion.

The woodcutter went into the mountain to chop wood, saw the two boys playing against each other, and stopped to watch on a whim.

When the chess game was over, the woodcutter woke up, turned around and saw that his axe handle had rotted, and after going down the mountain to go home, he realized that a hundred years had passed, and all the acquaintances were gone!

The woodcutter in this allusion is called the 'rotten Ke man'.

But it didn't work out.

One day, Su Ye himself actually experienced the feeling of a 'rotten Ke person'?

Airplanes.

In Su Ye's eyes, the icy silver gradually dimmed.

With the power of his divine sense, he has obtained a new pupil magic and has conducted many thorough inspections of this resource point.

"It's pretty much certain."

"It is by no means an illusion, and at the same time, it can also be ruled out that epidemics, curses and other reasons may cause the local residents to age rapidly......"

"That's how they were, very ordinary, for three years......"

Su Ye's expression was different, he had an answer in his heart, and frowned.

"Foggy Forest Divine Kingdom ......"

"The speed of time is different from the outside world?"

He guessed right, and that's it.

The speed of time in the Foggy Forest Divine Kingdom is slower than that of the outside world, and one month of it can reach the outside world for a long time.

This special speed of time is determined by the characteristics of the Kingdom of God and the environment of Far South Continent.

As the exclusive kingdom of the gods, the gods of the Far South can adjust the speed of time in the kingdom of the gods at a certain cost, making it faster or slower.

In ancient times, the gods of the Far South basically chose to make the flow of time faster - anyway, the gods had an endless lifespan, and it was very comfortable to farm at five times the speed~

But now.

The gods of the Far South unanimously chose to slow down the flow of time.

After all, the gods have no end in life.

But now the gods of the Far South are all riddled with evil power, which is equivalent to hanging a negative state of infinite blood loss, and the faster the time flow, the higher the total damage of evil power!

Still driving five times as fast?

Are you really not afraid of death?

Therefore, the god of the fog forest is also very attentive and has lowered the speed of time in the gods.

This is why, Su Ye felt that it had only been two or three months in the Fog Forest Divine Kingdom, and after he came out, he found that three years had passed in the outside world!

……

"Three years."

Su Ye muttered to herself.

Between the eyebrows, a bit of gloom emerged.

This time is not long, but it is not short.

Compared with the high-level monks, the longevity of the moving axis for hundreds of years, three years have passed, but it is not enough to worry about it with a flick of the fingers.

But.

"Three years ......"

"The news of my disappearance, no matter what, can't be hidden......"

"I don't know, in the past three years since I disappeared, what happened to Nan Yaoguang Company?"

In Su Ye's eyes, a touch of melancholy appeared.

He knows very well that the forces he has formed are quite scattered.

It is purely the power of one person to forcibly subdue and combine several major forces.

Of course, this form of power is not uncommon in this world - the spirit of the immortal way, all the great power belongs to itself!

The presence of a high-ranking monk is more effective than any means of organization.

But at the same time, the shortcomings of this form of organization are also obvious.

Organizational stability, all in one person!

But once this high-ranking monk had something wrong, such as sitting down at the end of his life and being seriously injured...... The organization he belongs to is bound to usher in turmoil!

Su Ye this time, missing for three years, Nan Yaoguang Company?

Among the company, several crystallization was complete, but he set a ban and forcibly subdued them.

Such a good opportunity, if you don't bite back, Su Ye himself won't believe it - you are underestimating the spirit of resistance of high-level monks, these guys are not Shunmin!

Thinking of this, he rubbed his temples and had a headache: "I hope people are okay......"

Whatever the power, forget it.

Su Ye's strength is placed here, and it will be rebuilt if it is destroyed.

But it was a few of his Taoist companions that made him not feel at ease, especially Luo Qing'e, his genuine Taoist companion, who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and was very ambitious.

For Nan Yaoguang Company, she has a strong sense of responsibility, and Su Ye is very worried that in order to maintain the survival of her power, she will do something irrational.

"Tsk......"

Su Ye narrowed her eyes.

The more I think about it, the more annoying it gets!

"Damn it, you're damned!"

Su Ye gritted his teeth and scolded with a gloomy face.

But after thinking about it, the old man of the dead wood, who was the culprit, was already in a state of mind at this moment, and even the Fog Forest Divine Kingdom was completely destroyed!

Even if you want to whip the corpse, you can't do it if you don't have the ability to fish for people in the long river of time......

With this in mind.

Su Ye was a little speechless, and grabbed his hair quite irritably.

"Alas......"

He reined in his mind and continued to urge the spirit ship to head towards Hope Harbor.

……

And at the same time.

Port of Hope.

Harbor Division.

The drizzle is misty, like silver threads.

More than ten sharp wooden stakes are inserted in the ground, and each wooden stake is inserted with a head!

A pitch-black crow, standing on a pointed wooden stake, tilted its head, pecked at the eyeballs from the eye sockets of the head, and feasted deliciously!

within the city.

There were very few pedestrians, coming and going in a hurry, and there was a solemn atmosphere.

The cracks in the stone bricks of the streets, dark red blood clots, which could hardly be washed away by even the rain, exuded a disgusting smell.

At this time.

A man in a gray cloak cautiously bypassed the patrol guards and came to a low house.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the old wooden door with a certain pattern.

A moment later.

Crunch.

The wooden door opened through a crack.

The secret aura flashed slightly, and his figure was rolled into the door.

This low house, which may seem narrow, has a rather spacious basement.

More than a dozen monks were in the basement, silent, their eyes closed.

Airplanes.

Countless talismans, like wind chimes.

Suspended on the walls of the basement to isolate detection.

And at this time.

The man's return attracted attention, and among the monks in the basement, an old man walked out quickly and asked eagerly.

"Senior nephew Zhang, are you back?"

"How's that...... Is there any news from the Doge's Palace? ”

Senior Nephew Zhang arched his hand and replied in a deep voice: "Uncle Wu, the instigation of the indigenous rebellion has been very successful, and the monks stationed in the Governor's Mansion have been dispatched to quell the rebellion. ”

"Well done!" Uncle Wu's eyes lit up, and he immediately clapped his hands.

"Without further ado, start now!"

Immediately.

Uncle Wu turned around.

In the basement, a masked monk bowed respectfully.

"Please also ask Xuan Lao to take action, for my Imperial Spirit Sect, to kill the rebel!"

"It's nature!"

Xuan Lao nodded, and said awe-inspiringly.

"The old man is here for this! The thousand-year-old Dao system of the Imperial Spirit Sect has been troubled by such a small person, which makes people sigh! ”

"Today, the old man is going to set things right and help the right way!"

Between words.

This Xuan Lao, mana fluctuations overflow.

This masked monk who hides his identity and doesn't know his origin has a mid-crystallization cultivation!

Who is he?

Where does it come from?

(End of chapter)