Chapter 1284: Thousand Years of Tears

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen stabilized his inner breathing. He was too anxious just now, so he had to be careful this time. Such an opportunity was not something that everyone could meet.

Seeing that he was approaching again, the golden light ball suddenly jumped up and down, as if it became particularly uneasy. A low and terrifying voice came from it again: "Mortals leave quickly! Otherwise, I will destroy you!"

Xiao Chen ignored it at all, stepped forward again, his palms condensed, and finally solidified the golden light ball in mid-air. At first, the golden light ball kept struggling and resisting, but gradually, it was equal to him and no longer resisting him. Instead, a low voice came out: "Although my body died, my will will last forever. Mortals do not know that the sky is high and the earth is strong, and I will swallow you!"

Xiao Chen was slightly stunned. It is worthy of being the will left by the ancient god. Even though the ancient god had died for many years, the will left was spiritual. At present, this will actually want to devour himself. There may be a tug-of-war next. If his will is not strong, he will most likely suffer a backlash.

Thinking of this, he immediately put away the messy thoughts in his heart, leaving only one idea, which is to swallow the will of the ancient god, rush out of the silence ruins, and go back to take away his heart!

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Before time knew it, a month had passed, and Xiao Chen was still in a stalemate with the will of the ancient god in this cave. The end result was either he erased the spirituality of the ancient god's will and swallowed it, or the ancient god's will erased his will and swallowed him.

At the same time, on Wushan Shennv Peak, Huangfu Xiner and Wu Linger came to a lake hand in hand. They saw that the lake was as green as a mirror, like a tear imprinted in this valley, reflecting the green trees and red flowers around it. If the entire Shennv Peak is the most intense place in Wushan spiritual power, then this is the source of the spiritual power of Shennv Peak. All the spiritual power of Shennv Peak comes from this lake.

Wu Ling'er smiled and said, "Sister Luo Lei, I told you before. This is called Thousand Years of Tears. According to legend, it was a long time ago. The tears of the first goddess slowly melted. After a thousand years, all the spiritual power of the goddess was condensed. Then the goddess turned into a stone statue and sank into the bottom of the lake, protecting Wushan. "

"Yeah." Huangfu Xiner smiled softly and nodded: "I know, you said it."

"Yes, yes, this is the source of spiritual power of the entire Wushan Mountain, which contains all the spiritual power of the first generation of goddesses. Well... It's a pity that sister Lingfei and I cannot sense the spiritual power at the bottom of the lake."

Speaking of this, Wu Ling'er pouted and after a while, she smiled and said, "It's been so long, Sister Luo Lei, why don't you try it? Can you sense the spiritual power at the bottom of the lake?"

"Okay, I'll try..."

Huangfu Xiner nodded and smiled, let go of her hand, then gently closed her eyes, placed her left hand in front of her chest, and stretched her right hand towards the lake. After a while, a drop of water was heard, like a tear falling into the middle of the lake, and the green lake surface as green as a mirror appeared in circles of ripples.

"Wow!" Wu Ling'er was immediately ecstatic: "Ripple appear on the lake! Sister Luo Lei! Try again!"

"Yeah." Huangfu Xiner still closed her beautiful eyes lightly, nodded slightly, and continued to sense a trace of spiritual power from the middle of the lake. After a while, she saw several green spiritual power wrapped around her slender jade fingers with her right hand, slowly drifting towards the lake surface, and finally connected to the entire lake. In her Nascent Soul, the goddess's tears seemed to have a sense of the bottom of the lake, and a layer of green light was shrouded in the entire shuttle.

"Wow..." Wu Ling'er was so excited that she danced with her hands and feet, and her face was filled with a smile: "Sister Luo Lei! You succeeded! You can sense the spiritual power at the bottom of the lake, you succeeded!"

After a while, Huangfu Xiner slowly opened her eyes and her spiritual power gradually dissipated. Wu Linger said excitedly: "Sister Luo Lei can finally sense the spiritual power of Thousand Years of Tears. I will tell Grandma Wu Zhu that she will be very happy when she knows it!"

"No..." Huangfu Xiner smiled slightly and shook her head: "Sister Ling'er should not tell Wu Zhu about this matter first, and don't tell anyone, okay?"

In fact, as early as a month ago, she could sense the spiritual power of thousands of years of tears, but she had never told anyone about it.

After hearing this, Wu Ling'er looked puzzled and asked, "Why? Sister Luo Lei can sense the spiritual power of Thousand Years of Tears. It's a good thing. Why don't you let everyone know?"

Huangfu Xiner smiled softly: "Anyway, can Ling'er listen to her sister, okay?"

"Well... OK, I won't tell anyone." Wu Ling'er scratched her head, smiled again, leaned in her arms like a naughty child, and said softly: "Sister Luo Lei, will you not leave in the future..."

Huangfu Xin'er gently stroked her long hair, but smiled without saying a word, and looked quietly at the sky in the distance. She saw a few mysterious lights rushing in the clouds of thousands of miles, and suddenly arrived and fell into the front of Wushan. At this moment, a few cold lights suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Today is the sixth day of January. The last time Xiao Chen and she came to heaven to save their parents' souls was almost the same. It has been a whole year, and it is also the three months that Dan Tai Mie said last time, and it is today.

The mysterious lights outside fell into front of Wushan and instantly turned into several figures. The leader was Dan Tai Mie, and another man in red clothes. The man had a fiery red divine pattern on his eyebrows. It was the man who came to Wushan last time and finally walked away on the red flame wind and hot wheels, which was the True Lord of Yanyang under the throne of the Eight Desolate Desolate Demon.

The few people walked towards Wushan at this moment, and Yanyang Zhenjun said, "I came once when the commander talked to me about this last time, but that time, Wushan's attitude was very firm. In desperation, I had to go back."

A cold light flashed in Dan Tai Mie's eyes and he lowered his voice: "This time, it will be different if the Eight Desolate Saint Order is in hand. I believe the True Lord also understands in his heart that as long as things are done, it will be good for you and me."

"Haha!" Yanyang Zhenjun raised his head and smiled, shook his head and said, "Master Dan Tai, you old guy, are really getting more and more careful in your calculations."

"Where is where, the True Lord is joking."

Dan Tai Mie smiled faintly. At the end of his words, a cold and invisible flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that in the past three months, he had gone to the Holy King of Eight Destiny to incite this matter. Otherwise, how could he get the Holy Order of Eight Destiny? He made a sound attack and killed people with a knife. Even he admired himself. Everyone thought that he just wanted to make a punishment from the Holy King of Eight Destiny, but he didn't know that his real purpose was to lead the Holy King of Eight Destiny to take action in the future and kill Xiao Chen. This was a two-way victory.

While the two of them were chatting and laughing, they had already arrived in front of Wushan. The high priest knew that they would come today and had arranged for someone to wait here. After a stick of incense, the two followed the Wushan disciples to the main hall. The high priest, Wu Zhu and others were already in the main hall. When they saw the two of them coming in, the high priest raised his hand slightly: "Head of the Dan Tai family, the True Lord, sit down."

When the two of them came, they naturally had already thought of a word. At this moment, Dan Tai Mie didn't say much and directly pointed out the purpose of the trip: "March has passed, and I and the True Lord are here today. I believe the high priest should know what is so-called."

The expression on the high priest's face immediately became solemn and he remained silent. At the beginning, the atmosphere in the palace solidified. It took him a long time to hear him say, "The goddess has a great relationship with me, Wushan. I believe the head of the Dan Tai family understands it in his heart, so this matter may need to be delayed for a few years."

The other priests remained silent. The decision they finally discussed in the past three months was naturally able to do their best to allow Huangfu Xiner to obtain all the spiritual power of the first goddess. By then, Huangfu Xiner would be the real Wushan goddess, which would make Wushan return to its former glory. At that time, not to mention that he, a small ancient Taixu clan, or the Eight Desolate Saint King came in person, what could it be?

So, if you can delay for a while, you must not let the Eight Desolate Saint Kings know their purpose. Otherwise, how could Wu Zhu, Wu Qi and others spend their spiritual power day and night to give Huangfu Xiner spiritual power?

However, how could Dan Tai Miao, who was cunning, not know their intention? Therefore, in the past three months, he has been rushing to go to the Holy King of Eight Desolations to talk about this matter, so this time he brought the Holy Order of Eight Desolations, which can be said to have to force the person away.

He smiled and said, "Maybe the High Priest may not know that this time, it was the will conveyed by the Holy King himself." At the end of the words, he took out a fiery red token from his arms and raised it high.

In an instant, dazzling golden and red light burst out from the token, and a powerful aura instantly enveloped the entire hall, making many disciples outside the hall feel suffocated.

Seeing this order, the high priest, Wu Zhu and others changed their faces. They never expected that the Holy King of Eight Destiny actually issued the Holy King of Eight Destiny. These Holy Orders were not allowed to be issued casually. Seeing the Holy King of Eight Destiny, the Six Miles of Eight Destiny, all the immortals and gods dared not to obey and not be subject to the constraints of the Emperor of Heaven.

The token was dazzlingly golden and red, reflecting the entire hall like a fire. The high priest was already covered with cold sweat, and the other priests were no exception. Wu Zhu's expression changed drastically. No matter how she thought about it, the Holy King of Eight Desolations would actually send this order.

At this moment, she would rather hope that Xiao Chen would take Huangfu Xin'er away than to go to the Holy King of Eight Desolations. Regardless of Luo Lei and the Holy King of Eight Desolations, in this life, the Holy King of Eight Desolations has become increasingly bizarre and unpredictable. On the surface, she wanted to continue her previous relationship with Luo Lei for thousands of years and form a fairy partner, but who knows what the real purpose is? This time, even the Holy Order of Eight Desolations was issued, which is enough to show that things are not simple.

At this moment, she hoped that Xiao Chen would come to Wushan immediately to take Huangfu Xiner away, but half a year has passed, and Xiao Chen has no news. Where is he now?

This time, there may be a big change in Wushan.
Chapter completed!