The subordinate who had just spoken nodded and reported, "Yes, the young master planted it himself. This person cannot move."

Mo Yuan curled his lips and said indifferently: "It's boring." Then he took his hands and walked out indifferently.

The subordinate followed him and stopped following him when he reached the gate of the underground palace. He stood aside and lowered his eyebrows and looked at him respectfully.

Walking back to the bedroom, all the soldiers passing by bowed their heads and bowed. Mo Yuanli ignored them and walked back without looking sideways. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, turned around and raised his chin, took one out of a group of soldiers behind, and ordered: "Come here, do something for me."

The soldier who was named froze, not knowing whether he was flattered or worried. He seemed very reluctant to give the young master a job, but because of the ruling power, he had no choice but to follow him properly.

The Demon Yuan returned to the hall without looking back, and closed the door with his backhand. There was a faint flow of black air on the door, as if blessing the magic shield.

He sat down, looked up and down at the soldier standing in the middle of the bedroom, and ordered with a blank expression: "Give me tea."

The soldier stood motionless with a dull face.

Mo Yuan sneered and said leisurely: "It's really a narrow road for enemies. You dare to break into the Moyu Palace of our clan by one person. You are really brave."

The soldier still stood still, raised his hand and gently brushed by his body, his face changed accordingly, and it turned out to be Mu Li lurking in.

Mo Yuan stared at him, with no emotion on his face, and asked, "Who are you?"

Mo Yuan pointed him out in public, and must have seen through his transformation, but did not expose him. If they remember correctly, they almost fought when they met last time. Today, they deliberately led him into the bedroom without any trace, with an attitude neither yin nor yang. Mu Li couldn't figure out what his purpose was for a moment, and looked directly at him. The two of them had a full sense of scrutiny.

Mu Li also asked: "What are you asking for me?"

Mo Yuan asked back: "Aren't you coming in to find someone?"

Mu Li's eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you know where she is?"

Mo Yuan did not answer, just nodded.

Mu Li went straight to the topic: "Take me there."

But Mo Yuan said, "No."

His tone was flat and his face was not turbulent. Mu Li's face suddenly became cold, and a coldness as frost began to condense around his body.

The Demon Yuan did not show his hostility, but said coldly: "In that underground palace, Huojun and Songqing Xuanwu will appear at any time. If you can beat you, go."

Upon hearing this, Mu Li slowly lowered his eyes, and the eyes that had seen all the worlds were now filled with endless dullness.

Mo Yuan sighed lightly and said, "She has a curse on her body, so she can't live without it."

Mu Li's eyebrows frightened and asked, "Is there any solution?"

Mo Yuan felt helpless. He didn't know what was wrong with him today, but he could tell this person so much calmly. He gave up exploring these details and said seriously: "I don't have it for the time being." He glanced at the other party and added: "I guess you don't have it either, unless there is a doctor or someone with higher cultivation."

Mu Li rubbed his fingertips and his mind moved. Doctor, he happened to know someone.

So, the two people who had always pointed to Mai Mang lived in the same room, sat opposite each other, and made a plan.

The next day, Mu Li brought someone, Aunt Qin.

They followed the plan and dealt with the three soldiers responsible for delivering water to the underground palace. They disguised themselves, hiding their spiritual power, and quietly appeared.

The three of them pretended to be soldiers who sent water to the underground palace and opened the door as usual. The guards in the underground palace did not arouse any suspicion. The Mo Yuan stood at the entrance to monitor, Mu Li was responsible for the water truck, and he was like a walking corpse, moving forward with a mechanical and stereotyped floor cart, and his eyes under his hood were staring at somewhere.

Aunt Qin was responsible for adding water to the detainees. When it was Mr. Jiang's turn, she reached into the magic shield with one hand and acted to take out the water bowl. Her index finger took the opportunity to pop out a string as thin as cow's hair and was slim and placed on Mr. Jiang's pulse to examine him.

Old Jiang tightened his wrist and immediately looked up alertly. He only saw the eyes exposed under the hood of the water-sending soldier. He was not as lazy and unconscious as before. He was shining with his brilliance and hinting to him.

Although Mr. Jiang did not know the other party's identity, he was obviously his own person, so he calmed down and pretended to be nothing.

Aunt Qin listened for a while, took out the water bowl and continued the water next to the water wheel. Then, while it was put back into the water bowl, she popped up a pill and was falling into Jiang Lao's arms. Old Jiang quietly put away, nodded to her, and then her eyes kept following and paying attention to their movements.

When Aunt Qin came to Yutai in Changxi, Changxi did not respond at all.

Aunt Qin used the same trick again, and then found that she had meditated and entered into meditation. Her spiritual powers in her body were facing each other, and she was fighting to the point of turning the earth, and she could not detect the changes in the outside world.

The fire-type spiritual power comes from the Fire Lord's Flame Formation, which is extremely domineering. Moreover, the flame-type formation is tricky and is directly spread on her body. She moves with her and cannot get rid of it no matter where she goes. The water-type spiritual power is weak and has been wiped out for most of it. The longer it is dragged down, the more unimaginable the consequences are.

Aunt Qin took out the water bowl and moved slowly. She frowned and thought hard that she had never tried a method. When she explored the magic shield again, she injected her own spiritual power into Changxi's body, trying to help her break the spell.

Changxi was concentrating on fighting, and was tortured by the Flame Slayer and almost collapsed. Suddenly, she felt a new spiritual power pouring into her body. The third spiritual power, which is different from her own spiritual power and fire system, is the third spiritual power. It is helpful to the water system, but it is obviously controlled by the fire system. Could it be that this is the golden spiritual power?

Metal produces water, water overcomes fire, but metal overcomes fire. This is a triangular check and balance relationship. Fire and fire have the ability to convert gold into water, and metal can also reversely overcome fire by transforming water.

Moreover, fire produces earth, and earth can also promote the power of gold. At least she inherited the spiritual veins of the half-body Tu clan from Mr. Sha, and she also practiced simple earth-type spells, but she had never used them.

In this way, if we can use the power of the flame killing array to generate metal and gather power in water, we can gradually compete with it. At the same time, we should pay attention to suppressing the power of water moistening wood and wood producing fire. Isn’t this a common saying, the way of mutual generation and restraint of the five elements?

Aunt Qin was surprised to find that her body was intricately changing, and a stream of earth-based spiritual power emerged out of thin air. Under her joyful gaze, Changxi finally opened his eyes.

The moment she saw Aunt Qin, she instantly understood where the golden spiritual power that turned the tide came from.

For some reason, she looked behind Aunt Qin by chance and saw the man standing next to the water wheel at a glance. Although she had never seen the face under the hood, she was very familiar with the anxious and concerned eyes and the independent body of the world. She was the one who had kept it in her heart for more than ten years.

It had been delayed here for too long, Aunt Qin had to get up and leave, and she and Mu Li continued to play the role of the water-sending soldiers. They looked at each other, and everything was silent.

Unexpectedly, at this time, two sounds sounded outside the underground palace, unforgettable and unforgettable sounds.

A voice was heard, "Shuilongzhu believes that she is the main one, what is the use of the elder?"

The Fire Lord is coming.

Another voice made people grit their teeth: "If it is really useless, what should the Emperor Nether Stone?"

Songqing.

This is really a fear of anything you want!

When Changxi looked up, he noticed the soldier at the door, raised his eyebrows at her and threw a frivolous and ambiguous look. The look made her hate her so much that she was itchy. Who else could there be except Demon Yuan?

She withdrew her gaze and swept the corner of her eyes across the corner of the underground palace. Aunt Qin and Mu Li were still playing the conscientious water delivery worker, lowering their heads and eyes, and enduring them. She immediately understood that it was not the time.

Huo Jun and Song Qing lined up in front of her side by side. Song Qing looked carefully for a long time and said in amazement: "It's really you, you have recovered well over the years! Why is the water dragon ball not on you?"

Song Qing was so shameless and aggressive that Huo Jun was holding his hands aside and said nothing.

The water dragon ball was originally a pair. One of them in front of them was tricky and the other robbed. They snatched one from her, but now they all had their own ulterior motives and started a show in front of the main master with shameless words.

Changxi watched coldly, without saying a word, just pretending to be a monkey show for free, as if the things they had taken for themselves had nothing to do with her. Aunt Qin and Mu Li had not left yet, so she could not cause any more trouble.

Huo Jun asked without hesitation: "How can the water dragon ball be compared with the great god wood? The noble god wood has deep roots and lush leaves, so it is really destroyed by a mere sea of ​​fire?"

When Song Qing heard this, he immediately showed dissatisfaction and a hint of impatient tone: "Twenty years ago, the great god wood had been destroyed in both spirit and body. The fire was extraordinary. How powerful is it? Fire Lord knew it very well, so why bother asking this question?"

Huo Jun smiled and said, "The weeds cannot be burned all, let alone the great god tree? This is a three-year-old child who knows this. The elder's words seem to be evading me."

When they mentioned the water dragon ball, Changxi was still indifferent. He even watched the dog biting the dog and his mouth was full of hair. But when they mentioned the great god wood, she clasped her fingers tightly, and her fingertips were deeply trapped in the flesh. She was patient and repeatedly reminded herself to take into account the overall situation and not to be impulsive.

Song Qing was silent for a while, changed the topic and said, "Since the Water Dragon Ball is not here, she is very helpful to me, Huo Jun will give it to me."

Huo Jun didn't even raise his eyelids and said lightly: "I keep her for your own use, so the elder should find another magic weapon."

Song Qing was obviously unhappy, and he said sarcastically: "The Fire Lord is a little bit more favorable to one and the other. He promised the entire demon clan to Xuanwu twenty years ago. Why did he be so stingy when he came to me?"

Twenty years ago...the entire demon clan...

Changxi seemed to have grabbed a fishing line and followed the clues, and some things gradually surfaced. While the Demon Wall was here, she wanted to ask the previous question.

She made up her mind and looked up at Huo Jun and looked at her eyes.
Chapter completed!