He said nothing and stood outside the palace, like a majestic giant mountain, blocking the way of the fallen immortal.
The fallen immortal looked a little crazy. Seeing that Ye Wudao was not moving, he wanted to force his way in, but found that even if Ye Wudao secretly used the power of the formation of the Bright Moon Temple, he could not deal with it.
"Little brother..."
In the end, the eyes of the fallen immortal were full of prayer.
"Please, open the door and don't let the inheritance continue, otherwise, Bright Moon Immortal will really fall."
"She will really die..."
Ye Wudao raised his eyebrows, his eyes showing deep thought, and after a moment, he narrowed his eyes.
"You just don't want Jiao Yuexian to die?"
"Well, she...is my senior sister!"
The fallen immortal hesitated for a moment, and seeing that Ye Wudao was willing to talk, he quickly said: "I really don't want her to die!"
Hearing this, Ye Wudao frowned even deeper.
"I have no control over what happens to Bright Moon Immortal." Ye Wudao said, "As for what happens between you, I don't want to care. I just want to know, Lord True Immortal, why do you want to spread the aura of depravity?"
"I didn't spread it." The fallen immortal gritted his teeth.
"That's nothing to talk about." Ye Wudao smiled contemptuously.
Since the fallen immortal is unwilling to tell the truth, there is no need to say anything more to him.
The aura of depravity is so powerful that it must only be able to spread through eternity. Ye Wudao does not believe it. Could it be that the aura of depravity in the dark swamp appeared out of thin air?
Seeing that Ye Wudao didn't want to talk about it, the fallen immortal used threats and inducements, both soft and hard, but Ye Wudao didn't look moved at all.
"My main body is about to reach the middle of eternity!"
In the end, the fallen true immortal was completely hysterical and roared: "If you don't interrupt the inheritance, then my main body will definitely kill you!"
Ye Wudao remained unmoved.
Seeing this, the fallen immortal forced himself to calm down, looked at the moon and stars, and smiled bitterly.
"Sister Jiaoyue, why bother?"
"You don't have to die, so why do you have to care about the dark power of ancient times? Why do you care?"
Hearing his words, Ye Wudao frowned.
He was silent, but now he spoke again.
"What dark force?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't think there is much time left." The Fallen True Immortal looked at the increasingly majestic aura in the temple, took a long breath, and began to explain.