The moment the dark golden light entered Xiao Muyang's eyebrows, his consciousness went into a trance, and then a picture appeared in his mind.
This is a blood-red space, as if soaked in endless blood, and in the center of this space, sits a middle-aged man wearing a fur robe.
He looked to be in his forties, his eyes were tightly closed, his face had clear contours, and he exuded a cold and majestic temperament, which made people feel a little inaccessible.
But Xiao Muyang's attention was not on the middle-aged man, but on the dark golden spear beside him. The body of the gun exuded an extremely domineering aura, as if he was the king of soldiers, dominating the world and sweeping everything.
"That aura..." Xiao Muyang looked straight at the spear. The powerful aura in the hall was exactly the same as the aura released by the spear beside the middle-aged man.
Could it be that that breath was released by the spear?
Thinking of this, Xiao Muyang's heart trembled. The opportunity hidden in the hall turned out to be a spear.
Then a doubt arose in his heart, why did he see the scene in front of him?
At this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly opened.
They were a pair of extremely deep eyes, which made people feel as if they would fall into them at one glance. The moment they looked into each other's eyes, Xiao Muyang suddenly felt that everything had been seen through by the other person, and there was no secret at all.
"Senior..." Xiao Muyang shouted subconsciously, and his heartbeat accelerated a little.
This middle-aged man gave him a completely different feeling from the middle-aged man he saw in the underground palace. That middle-aged man had a gentle and approachable personality, while this middle-aged man seemed to be a god of death. He just sat there and made people feel...
A strong sense of oppression, I dare not look at it.
As for the strength of the two, Xiao Muyang couldn't tell.
Strength cannot be measured solely by the appearance of temperament. Some powerful people may look ordinary and unremarkable, but their true strength is astonishingly strong.
Sword God Song Chunqiu is this type of person.
As if he sensed that someone was looking at him, the middle-aged man looked at Xiao Muyang, his eyes seemed a little blank, and he uttered a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"
"The junior stepped into the palace built by the senior and then came here." Xiao Muyang explained.
"Palace?" There was a look of reminiscence on the middle-aged face. After a moment, he seemed to have remembered something, and his eyes regained some brilliance, and he said: "After so many years, someone finally came here.
.”
There was a hint of sigh in the middle-aged tone, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"What's your name and where are you from?" the middle-aged man asked again.
"The junior's name is Xiao Muyang, and he comes from the Daqi Dynasty." Xiao Muyang replied truthfully.
"Da Qi Dynasty?" The middle-aged man couldn't help but show doubts. He had never heard of Da Qi Dynasty.
Seeing the confusion on the middle-aged face, Xiao Muyang immediately explained: "The Daqi Dynasty was a force established after the death of the seniors. Naturally, the seniors have never heard of it."
"So that's it." The middle-aged man suddenly realized, and asked again: "How long has this place been banned?"
"It has been a million years." Xiao Muyang replied.
"A million years have passed..." The middle-aged man sighed with emotion, and then he suddenly remembered something and asked: "Can someone solve the problem?"
"Heavenly destiny."
Xiao Muyang's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light. The middle-aged man in the underground palace said that those who inherit his inheritance can enter the heavenly bureau. This middle-aged man also mentioned the heavenly bureau. This shows that the heavenly bureau has a special meaning for them.
unusual meaning.
"Dare I ask senior, what is the destiny?" Xiao Muyang asked.
After hearing Xiao Muyang's words, the middle-aged man fell into memories again. Then he frowned and kept saying: "Heaven's scheming, heaven's scheming, what is heaven's scheming? Why don't I remember anything."
"Don't remember?" Xiao Muyang's expression froze, and a thought flashed through his heart. Could it be that it has been too long, so the memory has become blurred?
"Do you know what the destiny is?" The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Muyang with extremely fierce eyes. The moment he finished speaking, a powerful pressure fell on Xiao Muyang, making his face turn pale instantly.
"When I first came here, I didn't know what the Heavenly Bureau was." Xiao Muyang said loudly. He realized that the middle-aged man in front of him seemed to be unconscious. He only remembered the existence of the Heavenly Bureau, but did not remember what the Heavenly Bureau was.
"How could this happen? Who erased my memory!" The middle-aged man shouted to the sky, his face looking extremely angry. At this moment, the dark golden spear beside him was shaking violently, as if it was being stimulated.
"The memory was erased?" Xiao Muyang trembled in his heart. This middle-aged man is so powerful. Wouldn't the person who can erase his memory be even stronger?
Is that person related to heaven?
"Senior, calm down, maybe I can help you get your memory back!" Xiao Muyang suddenly said.
The moment Xiao Muyang finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly looked at him and asked in a deep voice: "Can you help me find my memory?"
"There is some hope." Xiao Muyang replied. The middle-aged man's mind is unclear now, and he might do some crazy things, and his life will be at risk. The top priority is to stabilize the middle-aged mood.
"What can you do?" the middle-aged man asked again.
"Senior, please calm down your breath."
The aura on the middle-aged man's body immediately calmed down, and he said calmly: "You can say it now."
"If I guessed correctly, the Heavenly Arrangement should have been an obsession of the senior during his lifetime, so even if the senior's memory has been partially erased, he still remembers the Heavenly Arbitration." Xiao Muyang said.
The middle-aged and young man nodded lightly. Although he didn't know what Heaven's destiny was, it seemed to be imprinted in the depths of his mind. His intuition told him that Heaven's destiny was very important to him.
"Keep talking," the middle-aged man said.
"Since senior has such a deep obsession with the Heavenly Bureau, if the Heavenly Bureau is solved, the lost memory of the senior may be restored to its original state." Xiao Muyang spoke again. In fact, this was just his guess without any basis, but at the moment this kind of
He could only use this explanation for the situation.
"You mean, you can solve the problem?" The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Muyang suspiciously. He just said that he didn't know what the problem was. If he didn't know, how could he solve it?
"This junior has just come here and doesn't know what the destiny is, but he will definitely know in the future. If senior can trust me, I can try to help senior regain his memory." Xiao Muyang said in a sincere tone, as if he was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
"What if I can't believe it?" the middle-aged man asked coldly. Although his memory was lost, it did not mean that his intelligence had declined. Naturally, he would not easily believe the words of others, especially a younger generation.
Since the celestial scheming is his obsession, it can be seen that unraveling the celestial scheming is by no means an easy task. How can a half-step celestial being solve the celestial scheming?
I saw Xiao Muyang's face was very calm, and he replied: "If senior can't believe it, I'm afraid there will be no chance to recover his memory."
"Why did you say that?" The middle-aged expression suddenly changed.
"Senior has been dead for a million years, but I am the first person that senior has seen. If senior cannot trust me, it means he does not believe in the test he set during his lifetime." Xiao Muyang replied calmly.
"If I'm not wrong, the reason why the senior set up the test must be to select people with outstanding talents to solve the problem of heaven and help him restore his memory."
This time, the middle-aged man did not speak again, as if he was moved by Xiao Muyang's words.
Xiao Muyang continued: "For a million years, I am the only one who has come here. If the seniors don't believe in me, I don't know when the next person will arrive. And if the seniors don't believe in me, how can they believe in others?"
The middle-aged man took a deep look at Xiao Muyang, and many thoughts flashed through his mind. Could it be that he could only trust this person?
Right now, there seems to be no second option.
If you don’t believe this person, you may not be able to wait for someone to come to you in the future.
"Senior only needs to think about one thing clearly. Do you want to restore your memory? If so, then you can only trust the junior. Otherwise, the junior will be insignificant." Xiao Muyang spoke again, without any wavering in his tone.
Xiao Muyang was convinced that the middle-aged man was very concerned about his lost memory, and if he had a choice, he would definitely find a way to restore his memory.
"How sure are you of solving the situation?" the middle-aged man asked. It was obvious that he was moved by Xiao Muyang's words.
"I don't know what the destiny is, and I don't dare to say how sure I am, but I am confident that my talent will not be inferior to others. If someone can solve the destiny, then I can do it too." Xiao Muyang replied, his words were humble and yet
confidence.
"How to prove your talent?" the middle-aged man asked again.
Xiao Muyang thought, and then he saw a purple guqin appear behind him, it was the Taikoo Ziyou Qin.
"This is the soul of the younger generation. With the knowledge of the senior, we must be able to see something." Xiao Muyang said. The reason why he did not release the soul of Kunpeng Jiutian was because he was worried about being seen through by the middle-aged man.
Although the Jiutian Kunpeng Life Soul is very rare and no one in this world should be able to recognize it, it is still better to be careful. After all, he does not know who this middle-aged person is and how powerful his cultivation was during his lifetime.
The middle-aged man stared at the ancient Zi Youqin, and then a solemn look appeared on his face. Most people's life souls have impurities, even the ninth-grade life souls are no exception, but the impurities are relatively less.
However, this person's life soul has no impurities at all, and is an extremely rare perfect life soul. This shows that this person's talent for piano music must be very powerful.
It seems that this person did not lie.
"Senior, do you believe in my talent now?" Xiao Muyang asked.
The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Muyang and said calmly: "You should have a purpose in offering to help me retrieve my memory."
Xiao Muyang's eyes narrowed slightly, and it seemed that he couldn't hide it from the other party.
"I felt a powerful aura in the hall, and that aura was the release of the spear beside the senior. Presumably, this spear contains the thoughts of the senior." Xiao Muyang looked at the spear beside the middle-aged man and said.
.
"You want my gun?" The middle-aged man stared at Xiao Muyang, his expression becoming majestic again.
"Yes." Xiao Muyang admitted calmly without any mincing words.
"This spear is my natal treasure. With your cultivation level, you can't control it at all." The middle-aged man said lightly: "I can teach you some powerful spiritual skills to help you improve your strength."
Xiao Muyang smiled and said: "If this junior gets this gun, he can cross the realm and kill his opponents. There is no need to practice powerful spiritual arts."
The middle-aged pupils shrank slightly. He originally wanted to use spiritual magic to seduce Xiao Muyang, but he didn't expect that Xiao Muyang was not moved at all and only wanted his gun.
"Senior has passed away. There is no point in keeping this gun. It will only bury its value. Is Senior willing to keep it here forever?" Xiao Muyang asked seriously.
The middle-aged man was suddenly speechless.
"Besides, if senior wants me to help you retrieve your memory, you should make me as strong as possible. Otherwise, how can I compete with others and how can I unravel the situation?" Xiao Muyang said again: "Junior, I still said the same thing.
You only get one chance."
After saying this, Xiao Muyang stopped talking and let the middle-aged man make the decision.
After thinking for a moment, the middle-aged man finally made a decision in his heart. He looked at Xiao Muyang and said solemnly: "I can give you the spear, but if I find that your strength is not enough to solve the situation, I will leave immediately."
Xiao Muyang's eyes suddenly changed. He actually had this hand, which surprised him.
But this is normal. This spear is this person's natal treasure, so naturally he would not give it to others easily, especially without any trust.
"Okay." Xiao Muyang nodded and said, "Senior, don't worry, I will never let you down."
"I hope it's as you said." The middle-aged man said calmly, and then he glanced at the spear beside him, "This spear is called Feihong. I created a spear technique of my own, called Ba Tian Spear Technique, and passed it down together.
for you."
"The Tyrant Spear Technique..." Xiao Muyang's heart twitched. This name was really overbearing, but when he thought of the aura released by the spear, he understood in his heart.
Using this spear to perform the Tyrannical Spear Technique will surely bring out extraordinary power.
"Go ahead." The middle-aged man waved his hand.
The next moment, Xiao Muyang's consciousness became trance again. When he regained consciousness, he found that he was still in the hall, but the coercion on his body had disappeared.
There is no longer any pressure in the space, and it becomes an ordinary hall.
Xiao Muyang walked forward and soon arrived at the depths of the hall. His eyes immediately fell on a location where there was a dark golden spear, which was the one beside the middle-aged man.
"Feihong." Xiao Muyang shouted.
The spear seemed to be able to understand people's words and shot directly towards Xiao Muyang. Xiao Muyang's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He reached out and held the Feihong Spear in his palm. He suddenly felt an extremely heavy power flowing on the gun body.
With.
At this moment, he had a feeling that if he thrust out a spear with all his strength, even without using any spiritual power, it would be enough to kill a late-stage Lower Heaven Xiang, and an ordinary early-stage Middle Heaven Xiang might not be able to stop him.
If the thoughts in the Feihong Gun are activated, the power that bursts out will inevitably be even more powerful.
Now that he has obtained the Feihong Spear, he has more protection when walking in the Ruins Realm. Even if he encounters someone whose realm is much higher than his own, he will still be able to fight!