Dongfang Yan thought like this, and finally because of the touch of Mo Sihai's words, he was much weaker. He looked at Mo Sihai, and then at the old man who was gradually emerging from the ice crystals, and there was a trace of expectation in his heart.

This is his master?

It doesn't look as powerful as it looks!

All kinds of thoughts flashed in Dongfang Yan's heart, and after a while, he saw that the corners of the old man's clothes had been completely revealed from the ice and snow.

And after a cup of tea, the ice on the old man's body completely bloomed, and the dirty hair was also scattered, revealing a chapter of emaciated and pale cheeks.

It was an old man over the age of Jia, his face was full of wrinkles, and his deep-set eyes were closed, as if he was contemplating, as if he were asleep.

It's just that his posture is sitting cross-legged from beginning to end, his hands are interlocked, forming an ingot, and there is no breath fluctuation on his body, as if he is an ordinary old man, he can't see the slightest cultivation, and even his chest doesn't rise and fall, if he can't clearly perceive that there is a vitality in his body, it seems to be dead.

Mo Sihai suddenly burst into tears and knelt down.

There was bitterness on his face that could not be concealed, as if he had endless grievances to confide in, and looking at the old face, there was even more indescribable guilt.

"Master!" Mo Sihai shouted in a hoarse voice.

But the voice fell, but the old man didn't wake up in the slightest, he still sat quietly cross-legged, like a long-dormant sculpture.

"He's in a state of suspended animation!"

Dongfang Yan on the side spoke in a low voice, although he couldn't sense any cultivation fluctuations from the old man's body, his spiritual sense could still feel the situation in the old man's body.

The vitality that has always existed is dormant in the old man's body, in a very delicate state, although the person is still alive, but it is basically similar to death, not something that anyone can easily wake up, nor can any medicine help, only wait for him to wake up.

Hearing this, Mo Sihai was silent, he could naturally perceive it, but this kind of mood of reunion after a long absence is difficult for anyone to understand, he hopes that Shizun can open his eyes and look at him, even if he is still crazy and says something inconsetrical.

He just wanted to be able to hear Shizun's voice again.

Of course, a call can already say it all, his master can't wake up, and no matter how much he shows, he can't feel it.

Therefore, after a moment of silence, Mo Sihai stood up, took out clean clothes from the storage bag, and then used his spiritual power to melt the surrounding ice and snow into water, and finally turned into a bay of hot springs.

He wants to cleanse himself for his master and wash away the dirt that has been there for an unknown amount of time.

He didn't know why Shizun was here, why he had fallen to this point, he didn't know how Shizun had spent all these years, and he couldn't imagine why Shizun, who loved cleanliness despite his madness, was so messy.

But he can't tolerate Shizun becoming what he is now, even if Shizun has no feeling for the outside world now.

But he has to do it! This is also what he can do as a disciple to his master.

When the bright moon was hanging high, Mo Sihai and Dongfang Yan were sitting behind the boulder, with a stove burning in front of them, and the stove was not burning firewood, but spirit stones.

Because in this nine-thousand-zhang land, there is only this kind of thing that can be used as a burning thing, and it also needs some magic to urge it to ignite.

Although it seems to be a bit extravagant, in such a place, such a night, this is a must-use, after all, the cold on the Babel Mountain is difficult even for monks like them, and they can't always use cultivation to fight the cold!

What's more, there is also an old man in a state of suspended animation, if there is not enough heat, maybe it won't be long before he will be frozen again.

This is not allowed by Mo Sihai!

"Will we continue to go up tomorrow, or will we go down the mountain?" After sitting quietly for a long time, Dongfang Yan asked in a low voice.

Because of the sudden appearance of Mo Sihai's master, this has disrupted their original plan, he wants to know how Mo Sihai decides, and he really doesn't want to be with him anymore, who knows what pain awaits him with this person again?

When Mo Sihai heard this, he was a little silent, but he just thought for a while and spoke!

"Continue into the mountains!"

"What about him?" Dongfang Yan frowned and pointed at Mo Sihai's master.

"You carry it!" Mo Sihai said in a low voice.

"What!"

Dongfang Yan reflexively bounced up, and said with an annoyed face: "You really treat me as a cow and horse? He is your master, not my master, why should I carry it?"

"You don't want to?" Mo Sihai frowned.

Dongfang Yan's expression was suffocated, and he wanted to shout: "Whoever likes to carry it, Lao Tzu will stop doing it! I don't bully people like you! I have a Vajra Divine Body! Do you know what a Vajra Divine Body is? That is the future Supreme! Supreme!"

However, looking at Mo Sihai's gradually indifferent look, these words could only be shouted out in his heart after all!

Of course, in order to show his attitude, he still shook his head fiercely, reluctantly.

"Don't you want to break the curse on you?" Mo Sihai didn't care, just asked lightly.

"Uh......"

Dongfang Yan's face suddenly showed a trace of bitterness, and this sentence could be said to hit the weakest place in his heart.

And just as he thought in his heart, he had a vajra divine body, as long as he worked hard to cultivate, he was destined to have something to do in the future, and it was not impossible to become a generation of supremes.

He has his own arrogance, no one has served since he entered the Hundred Refining Sect, and in the small world of the Rakshasa Sect, he ignores the Dao of any sect, wanders alone, and finally escapes from it after most of the people are dead.

However, in the face of Mo Sihai, he couldn't raise any will to resist!

Among them, of course, there is a reason for Mo Sihai's terrifying strength, but it is more to get a way to solve the curse power in his body.

This is also the reason why he will tolerate Mo Sihai with his temperament.

And after meeting Mo Sihai for the first time, Mo Sihai saw the curse in his body, and promised that if he went to a place with him, he would help him resolve that curse in the end.

At first, Dongfang Yan didn't believe it very much, after all, there have been rumors since ancient times that no one in the Rakshasa Sect can dissolve the curse power, that is, those who have the power of returning to the true realm once they are contaminated with the curse, they can only end up with a tragic death.

However, in the next half a year of knowing Mo Sihai, he still believed it.

Because he really didn't expect that the strange and inexplicable curse power didn't exist only in some specific places, nor was it a naturally formed Heaven and Earth Yuan Force.

Just like spiritual power, the power of curses can be unleashed out of thin air. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

Mo Sihai has the spiritual power cultivation of the early stage of Jindan, the body of the Heavy Heaven Realm, and also cultivates the power of curses that few people know.

Although the power of this curse is weak, Dongfang Yan feels it very clearly, and he also feels more and more the horror of Mo Sihai, as well as the belief in solving his curse power.

Isn't a person who can cast the power of a curse help someone to resolve a curse?

Dongfang Yan believes, and firmly believes. So when he heard Mo Sihai's words, he hesitated.

Obviously, this is Mo Sihai wanting to blackmail him with this matter.

But does he have a reason to refuse, does he have the ability to resist?

He didn't, and had to agree humiliatingly, and could only curse over and over again in his heart.

"It's okay if you want me to carry it, but I can't guarantee that if I encounter any emergencies next, I can protect his safety!" After thinking for a long time, Dongfang Yan said in a low voice.

Mo Sihai frowned, barely hesitated, and said without questioning: "If my master has any mistakes, you are ready to be hurt accordingly!"

"What! you ......" Dongfang Yan was suddenly furious and wanted to say something, but the next words coming from Mo Sihai made the anger in his heart suddenly dissipate like a cloud of smoke.

"I have all the curse cultivation from my master, and I don't want to hide it from you, the curse on your body cannot be completely dissolved with my current attainment! However, if my master wakes up, it will only be a snap of my fingers to dissolve the curse in your body with his cultivation! If you don't want to suffer from the curse forever, take care of my master honestly! This is completely beneficial to you and me!"