Not only is it bright, but there is also a hint of heat hidden deep inside.
This golden little sun seems to have spirituality, shining constantly like a star. Its scorching heat is restrained, but its spirituality is exposed outward.
It's like breathing.
With each breath, in addition to spirituality, there is also a vague sense of indescribable ancient vastness and the mysterious and ancient meaning of the passage of time.
It gives people an extremely mysterious and mysterious feeling.
Standing in front of the statue with his hands behind his back, Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly froze slightly when he saw the little golden sun clearly!
"You're finally here...cough cough cough..."
But the next moment, an old coughing voice suddenly sounded, breaking the dead silence in the hall.
At some point, a tall but equally old figure suddenly appeared in the hall.
He seemed to have been standing there quietly and never left.
But when Ye Wuque came in, it was clear that there was no one there, and the entire hall should be empty.
This is an old man, octogenarian, with white hair and dry skin. He exudes a sense of decay, as if he will die at any time.
He even stooped slightly, but his turbid eyes were quietly looking at the tall figure in the black cloak in front of him.
But Ye Wuque didn't move. He still stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly still looking at the little golden sun in the palm of the humanoid statue.
He just turned his back to the old man.
Seeing this, the old man didn't seem to care, but looking at Ye Wuque's back, he suddenly grinned, and a strange old voice sounded again.
"Welcome to your arrival..."
"Ye Wuque!"
The moment the last three words fell, Ye Wuque, who had been standing with his hands behind his back and his back turned, finally seemed to move slightly, and then slowly turned around.
Under the black cloak, a pair of eyes seemed to finally look at the old man.
Seeing this scene, the old man grinned, and a strange and charming smile appeared on his dry face.
He stared at Ye Wuque, coughed twice and then said leisurely again: "Let me introduce myself first..."
"Old Yan Baishi is the... great elder of the Sun Moon Guangyin Sect!"
The old man, Yan Baishi, revealed his identity.
He is the supreme elder of the Sun Moon Guangyin Sect!
Immediately, Yan Baishi continued to look at Ye Wuque and said strangely: "You must be very strange, why can the old man reveal your identity with just one word?"
"It's actually very simple."
Yan Baishi asked and answered his own questions.
"At this point in time, when the Sun and Moon Guangyin Sect came out to kill the Divine Wind Territory, the person who came to the Tianliu Valley and came to the mountain gate of my Sun and Moon Guangyin Sect would only be the one who took the initiative to throw out the magic lamp of prayer.
The man behind the scenes who personally directed the war between the three sects and stirred up the storm with his own power!"
"Only the mastermind behind the scenes can kill two birds with one stone. After inducing the tiger to leave the mountain, he can... attack the dragon directly!"
Yan Baishi spoke slowly and coughed a few times from time to time, as if half of his body had been buried in the ground, but he gave people a feeling that everything was under control.
Yan Baishi's voice continued to sound, echoing in the dead silence of the hall.
"As for the creatures who can hold the magic lamp of prayer, according to the plan, according to the old man's knowledge, there are only... two!"
"One of them should not be a human being or a creature of flesh and blood. According to the old agreement, it should be a spirit... Taoist fire seed!"
"The strange beam of light you encountered just now when you entered the mountain gate of our Sun Moon Guangyin Sect is an ancient secret technique. It has only one effect. Make sure to tell whether you are a flesh and blood body!"
"As a result, you are."
"Then there's only one explanation left..."
"That piece of Taoist fire that became refined is still a waste after all. That waste eventually lost to you in the Taoist Pass!"
"Not only have you returned to your roots, but you have even taken away the magic lamp of prayer!"
"Then, the only one who comes to the boundless evil land with the magic lamp of prayer is you... Ye, Wu, Que!"
After saying these words, Yan Baishi seemed to show a touch of satisfaction. His turbid eyes were staring at Ye Wuque's black cloak, as if he wanted to see the excitement surging on the face inside.
look.
As a result, Ye Wuque remained motionless and didn't seem to have any reaction. He seemed to just stare at Yan Baishi quietly.
But Yan Baishi didn't seem surprised by Ye Wuque's reaction. Instead, he continued to grin and said with a hint of joking: "What? Too shocked? Or do you really think that your plan is perfect and can bring everyone together?"
Are you all having fun? Now that you are here, have you thought about how to die? Oh, no, I forgot, it should be to live without seeking..."
"This thing shouldn't be about belief in the golden elixir, right?"
As a result, Yan Baishi was interrupted by Ye Wuque before he finished speaking!
Ye Wuque, who interrupted him, stretched out a finger at this moment and pointed at the small golden sun-like object in the open palm of his hand behind him.
Yan Baishi was stunned for a moment!
He didn't seem to expect that Ye Wuque's first sentence would be such a question that didn't answer the question he was asking, and what he said before actually left Ye Wuque without any reaction?
This is different from what Yan Baishi imagined!
But following Ye Wuque's fingers and his rhetorical questions, Yan Baishi's cloudy eyes still narrowed slightly at this moment!
Ye Wuque, on the other hand, was minding his own business and continued to say calmly: "If I guessed correctly, the Golden Pill of Belief is just a defective imitation of this thing, or because it lost the magical lamp as a medium,
The power of this thing is too vast and mysterious. Although it has been left behind, you cannot use it directly, so you can only do the next best thing and create something like the Golden Pill of Faith based on its characteristics."
Immediately, Ye Wuque retracted his fingers, and then let out a sigh as if he was suddenly aware.
"No wonder the magical lamp of prayer still felt a little wrong after absorbing the golden elixir of faith. It didn't feel like it matched. The magical lamp of prayer itself was not satisfied because the golden elixir of faith was just an imitation."
"The real prayer lamp will naturally not be an imitation of what you need and desire."
At this moment, Ye Wuque's voice became a little leisurely.
He seemed to be looking at the little golden sun in the palm of his hand again, and said again: "The magic lamp of prayer is divided into the lamp body, the lamp, and the wick. When combined in one place, it is the real prayer lamp.
lamp."
"In the past, what you were forced to hand over should only be the lamp body and the lamp holder, but the most important thing, the 'wick' that represents the source of all the power of the prayer lamp, was still left behind."
"This thing is the real wick, right?"
After Ye Wuque uttered the last sentence, he looked at Yan Baishi again.
As for Yan Baishi, a gloomy look flashed through his narrowed turbid eyes!