"Maybe you go find that man?" he reminded through gritted teeth.
"What?" Ling Xiaotu asked.
"Xuanyuan Xuantian!" the supervisor said: "Since you decided to take such a risk, you must have thought about it. If Xuanyuan Xuantian's situation is not under control, then there must be a way to finally suppress him!?"
"Of course, there will be a way," Ling Xiaotu said. The supervisor stared at her as if she was wandering in a fugue. The person who holds the fate of the demon world seemed to have not woken up in the morning and had low blood sugar.
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"Where is that stone?" Ling Xiaotu asked.
"In the priest's hall." The supervisor replied, finally understanding what she wanted to do.
Ling Xiaotu nodded and walked absentmindedly towards the priest's hall, with the supervisor quickly following behind.
"Where to put it?" Ling Xiaotu asked, as if he was asking about the location of a fruit knife.
"It has been sealed under the priest's palace, and those dangerous things have been sealed there. One of the high priest's jobs is to guard those things that are too ancient and too dangerous." The supervisor said, answering these stupid questions dutifully.
"Ah, I remembered it." Ling Xiaotu said.
The sacrificial hall sits there quietly, with ancient, forgotten, and unprocessable things buried inside, like a gorgeous tomb. What they have to do now is to dig the tomb.
Ling Xiaotu walked in, and the footsteps in the hall seemed empty and dangerous.
She walked to the center of the hall and stepped on the unevenly patterned floor. The floor was made of wood as heavy as metal. It was carefully hollowed out and carved into precise and complicated patterns. The patterns were divided into three layers, like ripples from the inside to the outside.
spread.
Those who have studied the ancient demon world and its origins will find that this is not a pure pattern, it is conveying an ancient message, the door to sealing.
All dangerous and things that should not appear in the world will be sealed inside.
Ling Xiaotu walked to the middle of the disc and stopped. She took a step back and stepped on the key pattern.
The supervisor's brows furrowed more and more, and his sister looked completely awake.
But her great power is still there.
Ling Xiaotu stretched out her hand, her palm hanging on the key mark in the disk, and the thing felt the power flowing in her fingers...