Although Mo Zhuoyu didn't have much hope, he was still a little disappointed when he saw the defensive array that was instantly destroyed by the ice wind.

"Isn't it useless?"

Lan followed Mo Zhuoyu to the window, looking at the white outside the window that did not stop until the foot of the wall, and lost hope in an instant.

Originally, she saw that Mo Zhuoyu's formation was so magical, and she thought that she could resist the ice wind, but now she has completely lost hope.

"How long will it take for the wind of ice to recede?"

Mo Zhuoyu's face was also very ugly, once the stone house lost its ability to resist, everyone in the house was afraid that they would lose their lives in an instant.

After all, Lan was the leader, and as the only remaining leader of the Spiritless Race, she had to quickly adjust her emotions.

Hearing this, she thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "I'm not sure, in my impression, I've never experienced the wind of ice. Perhaps, you can ask the old people in the clan!"

After she finished speaking, she immediately walked out of the house, her eyes wandered around the crowd, and finally her eyes lit up and fixed on Cheng's body.

"Grow old!"

Cheng, who was sitting in the hall on the second floor, suddenly heard the voice calling for himself, and immediately raised the old man's head.

Seeing that it was blue, he immediately got up and walked over.

Lan pulled him into the room, closed the door, and said, "Cheng Lao, do you know how long it will take for the wind of ice to recede?"

Cheng looked at Mo Zhuoyu in the house, and he knew that it was Mo Zhuoyu who made the move, so that the guards in the clan would not be wiped out. Therefore, I am not surprised by her figure.

Hearing this, he turned his head to look out the window and shook his head.

When Mo Zhuoyu and Lan saw this, their hearts instantly cooled.

Even the oldest in the clan doesn't know, and I'm afraid no one will know.

Who knows, Cheng said slowly, "It is rumored that the wind of ice will only appear once in fifty years." I've been around for more than a few decades, and this isn't the first time I've seen it. ”

When Mo Zhuoyu and Lan heard this, they instantly regained hope and turned their attention back to Cheng.

"The last time I was in the Icy Wind, I was still a minor, but that desperate day is still unforgettable. ”

Cheng's tone was a little distant, as if he was stuck in a distant memory.

Although Mo Zhuoyu and Lan were very anxious, they still held back and did not interrupt him.

"That time, the city wall has not been attacked by the red tide, and the demon beasts have not been able to attack the city. I hid in my ancestral land with my companions and waited quietly for several days and nights before being taken back home. ”

"How many days will it take to return?"

Hearing this, Lan finally couldn't help it and asked.

Cheng shook his head with a pale face, "No, in the ancestral land, I also asked my grandfather the same question, but he told me a default rule that no one dared to mention. ”

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the two people in the room with solemn eyes.

"From ancient times to the present, the interval between the five calamities has become shorter and shorter, but the time to come has become longer and longer!"

A short sentence, plain and bland, without a trace of twists and turns. But the two people in the room were instantly creepy.

Halfway through, Lan Cai said in a trembling voice, "This, is this a must be exterminated by my clan!!"

Although Mo Zhuoyu did not speak, he had the same thoughts as Lan in his heart.

There are more and more such disasters, and they have been coming for longer and longer, even if they can persist this time, who can guarantee that they can survive the next time safely!

No wonder the old patriarch reacted so much as soon as he heard about the Dusi Continent.

This world is indeed no longer suitable for human existence!

However, now that the icy wind outside does not recede, Mo Zhuoyu just wants to, and he can't immediately activate the teleportation array and teleport everyone over.

Not to mention, with so many people, the power of the teleportation array consumed is a lot, and it is not something that can be completed in a moment and a half.

If only I could pack it all up, pack it up, and send it away.

Thinking of this, a trace of thought crossed Mo Zhuoyu's mind, but then she shook her head and discarded it.

Let's solve the problem in front of us first!

"Cheng Lao, do you know why the stone house can resist the five calamities?"

Mo Zhuoyu finally asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.

Cheng Wenyan didn't understand what Mo Zhuoyu meant for a while. He wondered, "The stone houses and city walls of the ancestral land were specially built by our ancestors!"

Mo Zhuoyu shook his head and asked a different way.

"No, I want to ask, do you know what material the stone houses and walls are made of?

Cheng Wenyan frowned in embarrassment, shook his head in disappointment, and said, "I haven't seen it!"

"Records?" but at this time, Lan suddenly interjected, "I may know that there are some records in the clan, but I don't know if there will be any information about this in them!"

Mo Zhuoyu was very surprised when she heard this, and she immediately asked, "Where is it?"

Lan was silent for a while, and then slowly said in a low voice, "Before the patriarch died, he ordered someone to hand over all the authority of the ancestral land to me. On the top floor of this stone house, all the information of the clan is placed. ”

At this time, Lan is no longer entangled in whether or not to expose the secrets of the clan. After she finished speaking, she immediately took Mo Zhuoyu and went to the fifth floor.

The first floor of the stone house in the ancestral land is the office of the patriarch. The second and third floors are the residences of the elders of the clan, and the fourth floor is where the patriarch lives.

The fifth floor is a secret place in the clan, and no one is allowed to enter except the patriarch.

Now that the old patriarch has handed over the ancestral land to Lan, he has actually appointed her as the next patriarch.

Time was urgent, and the two of them walked quickly, and from time to time they came to the door of the fifth floor.

The closed door was gently opened by Blue with a key.

The room was unexpected, and there was not a speck of dust.

On the two-zhang high mahogany bookshelf, bamboo slips are neatly placed. There is also a half-spread out desk in the middle of the room.

Obviously, the owner of this place often comes to clean and also maintains the habit of reading.

"This is it"

Lan looked at everything in the room, and the familiar aura reminded her of the old patriarch who had just passed away, and her tone couldn't help but be a little low.

"Feel free to do whatever you want!"

After speaking, Lan came to the desk, sat down on the chair, and picked up the bamboo slips that had not been read by the previous people.

Mo Zhuoyu was not polite, and immediately walked towards the bookshelf after hearing this.

But the bamboo slips on the bookshelf were not the words she was familiar with.

Looking at the ghost-drawn pictures and texts, she suddenly laughed, and she almost forgot that this was not the cultivation realm she was familiar with!

Although she has a rough understanding of the language here, she has never been exposed to the writing here, and naturally she doesn't know any of these bamboo slips.

Mo Zhuoyu couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but despite this, she still beat her spirit, picked up her divine sense, and swept it over the bookshelf little by little.

Since there are even such strange things as city walls and stone houses, will there be more surprises!

Suddenly, Mo Zhuoyu's extremely fast-moving divine sense stopped.

In the corner of the bookshelf, a special material attracted her attention.

Mo Zhuoyu walked over quickly, only to see a pile of pale yellow bamboo slips, revealing a little white light.

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