"No need to say it, I understand." Ximen Wuwei opened his mouth to persuade, but Meng Ling interrupted with a firm look and waved his hand.
"I understand what Mr. Ximen means, but we were able to come in this time by accident. We only had seven days, and now one day has passed. There is not much time left for us. I just want to see it with my own eyes.
What exactly was there in the Temple of Granting Heaven thirteen million years ago?"
Ximen Wuwei said: "Miss, in my opinion, no matter how many people come into the Temple of Granting Heaven this time, they will not be able to find the treasure at the bottom of the Hall of Granting Heaven. We only have seven days left. Why don't we go back and report to Qing Zun?
Let Qing Zun inform several alliance leaders to make a decision, and the next time we come, it will be the same."
"No." Meng Ling denied with almost no hesitation: "It's different. This Temple of Granting Heaven has been inherited for more than 100 million years, and there are many secrets in it. If we can find the core secret of Granting Heaven Palace before everyone else,
That will be of great help to the entire Holy Star Alliance. What's more, we have the jade slip map in our hands, which gives us an advantage over others. Now everyone doesn't know the details of the Heaven Granting Palace, and we only have the chance to enter the Casting Palace.
We are the most talented, maybe we will find the Chongtian Palace first, but this time, I want to be the first to know the secrets about the Heaven Grant Palace, the more the better."
Ximen Wuwei heard this and knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade him, it would be useless. Meng Ling's mind had been decided and he could not change it at all. This was Meng Ling's nature. Everyone in the entire Holy Star Alliance knew this young man.
The apple of Su's eye has big ideas and strong opinions. Even Qingsu himself can't dissuade her from anything she decides.
"Okay then, but we still have to do as we agreed before. Once there is trouble that even my subordinates cannot explain, the lady must leave this place immediately and not come back again."
"Of course."
As everyone was talking, they were about to go deep into the red mist and orange smoke in front of them, where reality and reality could not be seen at all.
Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes at this moment, but he got some important information from the words of Meng Ling and Ximen Wuwei.
They actually said that the Granting Heaven Hall can only be open for seven days?
What's the rationale?
He said it so firmly, could it be that they know other secrets?
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu suddenly had an idea and remembered the strange formation flag with the word "seven" printed on it that he had seen before entering the palace.
"Seven? It means seven days? It's like a magic weapon for timing?"
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu's mind turned quickly, and he twitched the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Miss Meng wants to find out the details of the Heaven Granting Palace as soon as possible? It should be faster. If you continue to linger like this, I'm afraid someone else will
You've got the upper hand."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Meng Ling paused when she heard the sound.
Ximen Wuwei stood still, but did not come over, but looked at Feng Jueyu with sharp eyes.
Feng Jueyu glanced at Miss Meng and said: "That's what it means literally. Sister Meng Bu felt that she knew more about the Granting Heaven Palace than others because she had a jade slip map, but she didn't know that the people in the Granting Heaven Palace right now,
There is another person who may know the details of Granting Heaven Palace better than you."
"There is another person? Who? Tell me quickly, who is it?" Meng Ling stretched out her hand and grabbed Feng Jueyu's collar, looking like she was going to eat him.
Feng Jueyu didn't answer. He lowered his eyes and looked at his neck. The deeper meaning was, if you let me go, I'll say it.
At this time, more than ten retinues gathered around, including Ximen Wuwei, who also came closer. The fierce man Manfengcao said in a rough and hoarse voice: "Miss, don't listen to his nonsense, he wants you to
Let him go."
"Yes, don't be fooled by this kid. I don't think he's a good guy because he's so snarky."
"A guy like this with oily hair and pink face is the best at talking sweet talk. I can't believe it."
The crowd was buzzing with cheers. Feng Jueyu glanced at them and said fearlessly: "The man who was locked outside the Heaven-conferring Altar, Prisoner God Tie, was a disembodied wandering soul, but he had previously deceived everyone into helping them.
He broke the forbidden law of the altar, escaped and ascended to heaven, and used Fairy Yanrong and others to kill the virtual giant spirit guarding the altar and took away its flame crystal light armor."
Meng Ling's expression changed drastically as soon as he spoke very quickly.
In fact, when she got the jade slip map about Jiying Palace from her mother Qingzun, it was three or four hundred years ago. As soon as Meng Ling saw this thing, she heard some things about the conferment from others.
The legend of Tiandian's weapon refining suddenly created a sincere respect for this mysterious ancient force.
Over the next few hundred years, she collected clues about the Temple of Granting Heaven, including all the information from the ancestor of the Granting Heaven Clan, Saint Van Luo 113 million years ago, to the Supreme Master of All Weapons in the past dynasties.
What Meng Ling needs to know most urgently.
To put it bluntly, she has regarded the Temple of Granting Heaven as a legend and vowed to discover the story behind this legend.
For hundreds of years, Meng Ling seemed to be obsessed with concentrating on the Temple of Granting Heaven. Although the intentions passed down 100 million years ago have long been lost in the cycle of time, through Meng Ling's unremitting efforts, some fragmented information has indeed been found.
Record.
Meng Ling has also heard of legends such as the "Prisoner Iron", "The Temple of Granting Heaven", "The Giant Spirit of the Virtual Realm", "Flame Crystal Light Armor", etc., and there are still grounds for them, so they are currently on her body.
So when Feng Jueyu told some news about Tao Lai, Meng Ling's eyes widened. She grabbed Feng Jueyu's collar, slowly approached her with her delicate face, and asked in surprise: "You
Who is that person talking about?”
Feng Jueyu smiled slightly, guessing that Meng Ling had already believed it, and believed it very firmly.
Although he didn't know where Meng Ling's basis came from, Feng Jueyu was very happy because the other party's determination could save his life.
He looked at the tendons on his body and said, "Untie me and I'll tell you who he is."
"Asshole, do you want to trick me into untying you so you can escape? Do you think this lady is so easy to trick?" Meng Ling gritted her silver teeth.
Feng Jueyu's face grew colder and he said in a low tone: "Miss Meng, let's argue. In the beginning, your male and female golden eagles took the initiative to attack me and my demon pet. I didn't have any intention of harming them, but they
I don’t know what’s good or bad, and if you have to live and die, I can’t help it, right? If it were you, would you stand there and wait to die?”
Feng Jueyu spoke neither fast nor slow: "What's more, after I knew that these two eagles were the mounts of the young lady, I didn't do any harm to you. I don't know if the young lady still remembers what I said at the beginning. I said
No, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”
"No matter what you say, the male and female golden eagles will still die in your hands in the end, and I have to avenge them." Meng Ling's eyes widened, completely losing her ladylike demeanor.
Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes speechlessly and said: "How about this, let me go first, and I will just follow you. I swear, I will never run away. In this way, I will have the ability to protect myself.
There is no need for these retinues around the young lady to get hurt in order to protect me, right?"
"Protect you? You think so, they are protecting me." Meng Ling suddenly felt that Feng Jueyu was a very thick-skinned guy, and she was even more disgusted with him.
Feng Jueyu didn't care and nodded: "Yes, I am protecting Miss, but Miss, you insist on bringing me back to the Holy Star Alliance to torture me to death. Of course they will not just watch me die. If this happens outside,
That’s all, this is the Temple of Granting Heaven, and there are many dangers. If you tie me up like this, aren’t you dragging everyone down?”
After Feng Jueyu finished speaking, everyone blinked with bright eyes. Several of the subordinates said nothing, but they agreed with his words in their hearts.
Ximen Wuwei remained silent. Seeing Meng Ling hesitate, he also knew that this eldest lady usually looked very strict, but in fact she was very good to her subordinates. He vaguely began to care about the safety of her subordinates, so he snorted.
Said: "I can help you loosen your bonds, but how can you guarantee that you won't escape?"
"It's easy!" Feng Jueyu heard that there was a way, he laughed and said: "I have a magic weapon called the Iron King Monkey God Skull. I just swear in front of the skull. If I violate the oath, the skull contains
My essence, blood, and energy will all belong to Meng. If it comes to beheading or killing, isn't it just a matter of Miss Meng's word?"
When Meng Ling heard this, his eyes lit up, and he thought that if there really was such a thing, he would not have to ask anyone to protect him if he made the oath in public. This would also save everyone a burden.
Thinking of this, Meng Ling said with a gloomy face: "You really have such a thing."
"Let me go first. I'll show it to you and you'll know whether it's true or false."
When Feng Jueyu saw that Meng Ling didn't move, he smiled and said, "With Mr. Ximen here, are you still afraid that I will run away?"
Meng Ling stared at him for a while and then ordered: "Untie him."
After the words fell, the two subordinates released the restraints on Feng Jueyu's body with three strokes, five by two, and then Ximen Wuwei stepped forward and took off the weird collar.
Feng Jueyu, who had recovered his consciousness, felt a burst of relief. After stretching his muscles and bones, he slowly took out the skull of the Iron King Monkey God and held it in his palm. He swore an oath without breaking his promise: "
I, Feng Jueyu, swear an oath on the skull of the Iron King Monkey God that I will always follow Miss Meng Ling in the Temple of Granting Heaven. I will never run away privately, or violate this oath. I will hand over my essence and blood to Miss Meng Ling, and I will be beaten at any time.
Let him be killed, and he will never repent."
After speaking eloquently, Feng Jueyu cut his fingertips and picked out a drop of essence and blood energy, pointed his finger and sacrificed it to the Iron King Monkey God's skull, then handed the Iron King Monkey God's skull to Meng Ling and said: "Miss Meng, now you can
Are you relieved?"
Meng Ling looked at Feng Jueyu with a surprised expression, dragging the golden skull of the Iron King Monkey God in her hand, and the expression on her face finally softened.
"If you are sensible, if you have this thing in hand, I don't need to tie you up anymore. Come with us."
"Yes." Feng Jueyu nodded obediently. After everyone turned around, a haze flashed in his eyes: "I only said I wouldn't run away, but I didn't say I wouldn't kill you. Girl, you are still too young.