Thinking about this matter, it was as if a curse in his body had been lifted, dispelling the dark cloud in his heart.

He was in a good mood, but when he was about to try to solve the problem, he found that even though he knew the reason for the disappearance of his mana, he still couldn't do anything.

"Is the fire bat injured again?" thought to himself.

If this is the case, you can only rely on yourself to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to recover it faster, and also restore your mana.

However, the aura here is thin, according to the usual experience, it will take three or five years at the earliest, if it has been here, I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover without ten years!

Thinking of this, he dispelled the gloom in his heart and pressed another stone.

"It seems that we need to find a lot of elixirs to replenish spiritual energy!" thought to myself, and saw that the sky was gradually darkening.

He came to the courtyard, sat quietly for a while, and after his mood calmed down, he took out a few star stones and arranged them around him to start practicing the galaxy technique.

In the years in the Soul Pool, it is by relying on these many star stones that you can continue to cultivate, and when you return to the starry sky at this time, the power of the star stones is even stronger!

I saw that the starlight in the sky was attracted by Liangchen and fell on my body, most of the starlight did not enter the body and merged into the starlight, and a small half popped out and drifted away.

At this time, several star stones arranged around his body emitted streamers at the same time to form a simple spirit gathering array, gathering the scattered starlight in it again, forming a colorful light shield beside him, like a huge glass bottle filled with fireflies.

Liangchen was like a colorful silkworm in it, surrounded by layers of light all over his body, looking like a meteor falling from the sky from a distance, dragging his long tail and falling into the temple.

As if frozen by magic, the meteor radiated bursts of divine light, and it stood quietly between the starry sky and the temple, startling many nocturnal walkers in the city, and then went to worship the temple one after another.

And in a secret room in the city, the patriarch who had gone there during the day was sitting around a round table with several people arguing about something.

On top of the round table was a small and delicate scepter and a quaint amphora, the scepter was smoky and maroon-colored, I don't know what material it was made of, and the top condensed into a slender palm, holding a bright red gem.

The amphorae were about the size of a skull, with a slender bottom and a wide mouth, and a strange shape. The whole cup is thin and golden, and gradually turns into a circle of blue luster at the mouth of the cup, exuding bursts of halo, which makes people's hearts sway.

"Patriarch, do you want to think about it?" said a large man at the table with strange eyes tattooed all over his body, a hint of worry in his tone.

"Mo Xing, what are you talking about?"

"The Holy Son has descended, and these two holy relics are naturally handed over to him, is this still something to consider?" Without waiting for the patriarch to answer, the woman next to her, who was covered in brilliant gems and all kinds of strange silver ornaments, said directly.

"Naturally, there is no need to think about handing over the King's Scepter and the Holy Grail to the Holy Son!, but now that the realm of the Holy Son is so low, if these two treasures are handed over to him, I am afraid that they will be taken away by someone if they leave the city!" Mo Xing said with an anxious face.

"Brother Mo Ri, what do you think?" Seeing this, the patriarch turned his head to look at the one-armed old man beside him.

"We have never experienced the coming of the Holy Son, so naturally we cannot understand why the Holy Son is so weak. I think...... Patriarch, it's still up to you!" Mo Ri also looked entangled when he heard this, and his mouth opened to say something, but he still stopped.

"What about you, Mochen?" the patriarch looked at the big man with the golden snake tattooed on his body again.

"I don't dare to say anything, but according to the records in the chronicles, the holy relics can only exert their full power in the hands of the Holy Son, but in our hands, they can only be used to activate the formation in the city, so I think it should be handed over to the Holy Son. Mo Chen also agreed to hand over the holy relics to the Holy Son, and replied loudly.

"Patriarch, I have nothing to say to him about this holy grail, but this scepter is the foundation of my clan!"

"The Floating Light Department has attacked several times, and if it wasn't for this scepter to activate the temple formation, our department would have already disappeared! If this scepter is handed over to the Holy Son, once there is an accident, our department will be wiped out in an instant!" Mo Xing retorted excitedly.

"Mo Xing, have you forgotten the clan motto? But whenever the Holy Son comes, our department has been strong for hundreds of years, and this is only then that it has developed step by step from a small tribe that is not worth mentioning to the present! This time the Holy Son is coming, how can you have such a selfish heart? Don't you even believe the words of the old ancestor?" Mo Yue asked with a little anger when she heard this.

"I don't have any selfish heart, it's just that this situation is special, except that the Holy Beast can make me have a hint of jealousy, the Holy Son realm is so low, it's just vulnerable. ”

"And it's about the lives of tens of thousands of people, why are you so relieved?" Mo Xing asked rhetorically.

"You-" Mo Yue was asked by him, and suddenly became a little short of breath.

"Where is the Holy Son's supernatural powers, we can guess!" she said, with a pair of wonderful eyes turning twice.

"Alright, stop arguing!" the patriarch interrupted with a raised hand.

After listening to the words of several people, he also fell into deep thought, and then remembered the arrangement of the Holy Son during the day,

"Fa Xiu Pill Spirit Valley?"

"This kind of elixir is mostly needed by foreigners, could it be that he is just an outsider who accidentally broke into the Holy Land?"

"Do you really admit that you are wrong?!"

A bold thought sounded in his mind, but then he shook his head.

"Impossible, the spirit bead echoes, it will definitely not be wrong!"

After a moment's thought, he took out a heavy ancient book, and searched for a while to find a drawing.

The picture shows a black-robed man with the mark of the Holy Fire on his forehead, holding the King's Scepter and fighting with a giant man of the Iron Tower. This tower giant was the king of the Xuangui tribe here thousands of years ago, and after killing this person, the Molong tribe finally changed from a small tribe to a medium tribe and became the master of this desert.

He flipped through it for a moment and saw another drawing.

A strong man with a ** upper body stood in a large hall with the mark of holy fire on his forehead, holding a piece of green dragon stone wall in his hand.

It was the Holy Son who came thousands of years ago and seized a dragon spring, allowing the Molong Department to advance towards the big tribe.

In the Chronicles, there are only a few pictures of the Son's descent, and some people have passed it on by word of mouth, and there is no other written record.

He looked at the picture and fell into deep thought, and several people were silent when they saw this.

At this moment, suddenly several people raised their heads at the same time, as if they felt something in their hearts, and looked in the direction of the temple in unison.

"Let's go, go out and have a look!" Mo Ri began.

When a few people came out of the secret room, they saw a milky white light like a long rainbow falling from the sky to the temple, and the white and flawless white wall was illuminated by this starlight like a huge broom, white and bright as ice crystals, shining like a jewel!

The entire temple is shrouded in a faint light, which is as solemn and sacred as the palace of the gods!

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