The speed of flying with the magic weapon is very fast, especially when it comes to the cultivation realm of Pang Yuan, the speed is even better, if you do it with all your might, it can easily be done by crossing a mile of distance between breaths. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is just a bit of a mana drain on that, and in his condition, it doesn't last long.

Flying in the air without looking back, Pang Yuan felt that his heart was like his cheeks blown by the cold wind blowing on his face, and he was a little numb.

He had given up thinking, because for now it was obviously superfluous, and the only thing he could do now was to fly as hard as possible, and as fast as possible, which was not an instinct that came from within his body.

I don't know how long it took, when the body carrying the magic weapon passed through the dim air flow and saw the scene belonging to the outside world, Pang Yuan finally slowly stopped and landed on the ground.

Looking at the dark night that was really shining with a little star, Pang Yuan's mood was gloomy.

In this way, Mo Xiaoxie, who stayed in the 'Cemetery of the Gods', could not be spared? Pang Yuan sighed, thinking of the scene at that time, which seemed to destroy the world, his heart still palpitated.

That strength that is enough to kill gods and Buddhas would actually be made by ghosts, so it is conceivable that when he was alive, his cultivation would not be exaggerated even if he could be called a proud cultivator.

Just as he looked back at the 'Graveyard of the Gods' behind him, suddenly, as if he had noticed something, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a thin white jade slip, glowing with a shining light, appeared between his fingers.

Lingzhi gently probed in, and a message appeared in his mind, the person who sent the message was Mo Xiaoxie who was in the 'Cemetery of the Gods', and the content was like this: If you are lucky enough to leave the 'Ghost Domain' alive, help me go to the 'Mo Mansion' after returning to Penglai City, find Allure, and tell her that Mo Xiaoxie was a little stumbling during the time he got along with her. Some are unsatisfactory, and because of all kinds of things that make her unhappy, but the memory of that time is still unforgettable, it is she and I who formed a family, and she also made me feel the breath of home again, although Mo Xiaoye has no love for her, but he has never regretted the days of living with her, please forget Mo Xiaoxie in the future, forget this involuntary marriage, but it is still worth remembering. You are a proud phoenix, you should not be confined to the small 'Mofu' because of the world, the vast world is where you should soar.

Pinching the jade jian, whose light had dimmed after reading the information, Pang Yuan's hands were trembling slightly, while his eyes stared blankly ahead, and in a low, almost inaudible voice, he muttered: "Bastard, you are such a complete bastard, why did you leave this paragraph, why didn't you tell her in person before." ”

As he spoke, Pang Yuan sat on the ground, ignoring the dampness and coldness of the ground, a tear came out of his eyes, ran down his cheek, and slowly slid down, and after a while, he cried bitterly.

He regretted it, he shouldn't have listened to Mo Xiaoxie's advice and turned around and left alone, if he was allowed to choose again, he would rather go to Huangquan with Mo Xiaoxie in the 'Cemetery of the Gods' than be alone, holding the suicide note written by Mo Xiaoxie before he died and tasting the pain.

This kind of pain is far more difficult than death, it goes deep into the bone marrow, imprinted in the depths of the soul, and the little pain in this remorse is like peeling off the cocoon, I am afraid that it will accompany him for the rest of his life.

Crawling on the ground, Pang Yuan sobbed for a while.

In the clear night, Pang Yuan is like a baby who has lost his favorite plaything, and has become a poignant scenery in the 'ghost domain'.

......

In the 'Graveyard of the Gods', Mo Xiaoxie, who thought he was going to die, finally felt the faint and growing Dao pressure behind him, and turned his head suspiciously.

I saw a thin, but calm old man who felt like a towering mountain appeared behind him and slowly walked towards him.

Regardless of his Dao pressure, based on his momentum alone, it could be guessed that this old man's cultivation was only stronger than the Duhua Venerable he had seen, and it was even slightly better than his master's Killing Demon Lord.

But why did this old man who seemed to be dying appear here? Could it be that he was resurrected and transformed by the ghost of God?

There was no shortage of bold guesses in Mo Xiaoxie's heart, but he couldn't be sure which one was correct.

Looking at the old man who didn't know whether he came with kindness or malice, Mo Xiaoye gathered all his mana and was on guard.

But the old man seemed to be blind, and without even looking at him, he brushed his body, walked over, and stopped in front of the cracked tombstone, and stood quietly.

Mo Xiaoxie breathed for a while, held his breath and concentrated, and after the old man passed by him, proving that he was not here for him, Mo Xiaoxie gasped as if he had collapsed, and only when a breeze blew through him did he realize that at some point, he was so nervous that even the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat, which shows how great the pressure this old man brought him.

"Did you wake them up?" asked the old man softly, facing the stele.

Although he was not named, for some reason, he knew that the old man was asking himself, so he turned around and said respectfully: "Senior, I don't know what you mean by waking up, but I was looking at the handwriting on the tablet here, and suddenly it became the whole thing, and I don't know exactly what happened." ”

"Look at the words on the tombstone?" the old man was shocked, and said in a deep voice, "Then have you read it?"

"This ...... It seems to have been read out. After the other party mentioned it, Mo Xiaoxie was stunned for a moment, and said unnaturally.

"That's right. Nodding his head clearly, the old man admonished: "Remember, when you encounter such a thing, just look at it, and don't read it, because you will wake them up from their slumber." ”

"So what do we do now? Mo Xiaoye looked worriedly at the ground around him where the situation was not good, and asked softly.

"Sit still?" As if hearing something funny, the old man shook his head, pointed to the stone tablet in front of him, and said: "I came here to solve this matter, and I have been guarding the tomb here for 10,000 years, this kind of thing is still familiar with the road, if you want to commit suicide in this way, I am afraid that you will not be able to get what you want." ”

Hearing him claim to be a tomb keeper, and for ten thousand years, the surprise in Mo Xiaoxie's heart was incomparable, which also made him completely ignore what the old man said later, and several pieces of information related to it kept circulating in his mind, as if he had vaguely grasped something.

Ten thousand years ago, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall disappeared, and many immortals died in this land, and this old man guarded here for 10,000 years, just to prevent these righteous souls from running out to make trouble.

Then this old man should also be inextricably linked to this series of things.

"Do you know what happened here back then?" asked Mo Xiaoxie cautiously.

"What's going on?" the old man smiled and said noncommittally, "I advise you not to inquire about this, after all, it will not do you any good, and it is very likely to cause you to be killed, if you are a smart person, you should know that curiosity comes at a price." ”

The speed of flying with the magic weapon is very fast, especially when it comes to the cultivation realm of Pang Yuan, the speed is even better, if you do it with all your might, it can easily be done by crossing a mile of distance between breaths. It's just that the consumption of mana is a bit large, and judging from his condition, it can't last long.

Flying in the air without looking back, Pang Yuan felt that his heart was like his cheeks blown by the cold wind blowing on his face, and he was a little numb.

He had given up thinking, because for now it was obviously superfluous, and the only thing he could do now was to fly as hard as possible, and as fast as possible, which was not an instinct that came from within his body.

I don't know how long it took, when the body carrying the magic weapon passed through the dim air flow and saw the scene belonging to the outside world, Pang Yuan finally slowly stopped and landed on the ground.

Looking at the dark night that was really shining with a little star, Pang Yuan's mood was gloomy.

In this way, Mo Xiaoxie, who stayed in the 'Cemetery of the Gods', could not be spared? Pang Yuan sighed, thinking of the scene at that time, which seemed to destroy the world, his heart still palpitated.

That strength that is enough to kill gods and Buddhas would actually be made by ghosts, so it is conceivable that when he was alive, his cultivation would not be exaggerated even if he could be called a proud cultivator.

Just as he looked back at the 'Graveyard of the Gods' behind him, suddenly, as if he had noticed something, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a thin white jade slip, glowing with a shining light, appeared between his fingers.

Lingzhi gently probed in, and a message appeared in his mind, the person who sent the message was Mo Xiaoxie who was in the 'Cemetery of the Gods', and the content was like this: If you are lucky enough to leave the 'Ghost Domain' alive, help me go to the 'Mo Mansion' after returning to Penglai City, find Allure, and tell her that Mo Xiaoxie was a little stumbling during the time he got along with her. Some are unsatisfactory, and because of all kinds of things that make her unhappy, but the memory of that time is still unforgettable, it is she and I who formed a family, and she also made me feel the breath of home again, although Mo Xiaoye has no love for her, but he has never regretted the days of living with her, please forget Mo Xiaoxie in the future, forget this involuntary marriage, but it is still worth remembering. You are a proud phoenix, you should not be confined to the small 'Mofu' because of the world, the vast world is where you should soar.

Pinching the jade jian, whose light had dimmed after reading the information, Pang Yuan's hands were trembling slightly, while his eyes stared blankly ahead, and in a low, almost inaudible voice, he muttered: "Bastard, you are such a complete bastard, why did you leave this paragraph, why didn't you tell her in person before." ”

As he spoke, Pang Yuan sat on the ground, ignoring the dampness and coldness of the ground, a tear came out of his eyes, ran down his cheek, and slowly slid down, and after a while, he cried bitterly.

He regretted it, he shouldn't have listened to Mo Xiaoxie's advice and turned around and left alone, if he was allowed to choose again, he would rather go to Huangquan with Mo Xiaoxie in the 'Cemetery of the Gods' than be alone, holding the suicide note written by Mo Xiaoxie before he died and tasting the pain.

This kind of pain is far more difficult than death, it goes deep into the bone marrow, imprinted in the depths of the soul, and the little pain in this remorse is like peeling off the cocoon, I am afraid that it will accompany him for the rest of his life.

Crawling on the ground, Pang Yuan sobbed for a while.

In the clear night, Pang Yuan is like a baby who has lost his favorite plaything, and has become a poignant scenery in the 'ghost domain'.

......

In the 'Graveyard of the Gods', Mo Xiaoxie, who thought he was going to die, finally felt the faint and growing Dao pressure behind him, and turned his head suspiciously.

I saw a thin, but calm old man who felt like a towering mountain appeared behind him and slowly walked towards him.

Regardless of his Dao pressure, based on his momentum alone, it could be guessed that this old man's cultivation was only stronger than the Duhua Venerable he had seen, and it was even slightly better than his master's Killing Demon Lord.

But why did this old man who seemed to be dying appear here? Could it be that he was resurrected and transformed by the ghost of God?

There was no shortage of bold guesses in Mo Xiaoxie's heart, but he couldn't be sure which one was correct.

Looking at the old man who didn't know whether he came with kindness or malice, Mo Xiaoye gathered all his mana and was on guard.

But the old man seemed to be blind, and without even looking at him, he brushed his body, walked over, and stopped in front of the cracked tombstone, and stood quietly.

Mo Xiaoxie breathed for a while, held his breath and concentrated, and after the old man passed by him, proving that he was not here for him, Mo Xiaoxie gasped as if he had collapsed, and only when a breeze blew through him did he realize that at some point, he was so nervous that even the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat, which shows how great the pressure this old man brought him.

"Did you wake them up?" asked the old man softly, facing the stele.

Although he was not named, for some reason, he knew that the old man was asking himself, so he turned around and said respectfully: "Senior, I don't know what you mean by waking up, but I was looking at the handwriting on the tablet here, and suddenly it became the whole thing, and I don't know exactly what happened." ”

"Look at the words on the tombstone?" the old man was shocked, and said in a deep voice, "Then have you read it?"

"This ...... It seems to have been read out. After the other party mentioned it, Mo Xiaoxie was stunned for a moment, and said unnaturally. (To be continued.) )