If the Futian Bow cannot be completely repaired with more than three thousand kilograms of desolate power, then this would be too shocking.
You must know that with such a large amount of desolate power, not to mention repairing ten human ancestor artifacts, there will still be no problem with seven or eight pieces.
But Futian Bow was like a vampire that couldn't get enough to eat. After most of the power of the wilderness was absorbed by it, there were still many cracks on the bow body.
This inevitably gave Mo Wangchen a headache. Now that the world has changed, the power of desolation is no longer as prosperous as before. The more than three thousand kilograms of desolation power in front of him were obtained from the hands of the Holy Lands at the risk of his own life.
.
Once it is consumed, there will be no more. He does not think that his luck will be so good and he will be able to get so much desolate power again.
"This guy..."
In the end, the power of Huang was completely consumed. Mo Wangchen shook his head and smiled bitterly. As expected, Futian Bow had not fully recovered.
But at the same time, he was also curious in his heart. Such an amount of desolate power was not enough for it to absorb. It was hard to imagine how powerful Futian Bow could be once it was completely repaired.
"I wish I had known that I would have asked for more desolate power...
Thinking like this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
If the holy places from all over the world knew that Mo Wangchen had such thoughts, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood.
"Although I have not fully recovered, if combined with the God King's Arrow Art, the power should be increased several times. And I have also begun to understand the second realm of arrow territory. With one arrow, it can at least threaten the ordinary true fairyland.
It’s powerful.”
With this thought in his mind, Mo Wangchen put away the Futian Bow and walked out of the room.
It was already the second night, and Nanyang City seemed particularly noisy tonight, with people coming and going everywhere. The news that Ruyun Pavilion was reopened alerted many people to come here.
Many geniuses from all over the world came, all wanting to catch a glimpse of Meng Yurou who dared to compare with the beauty of Tian Xin Zhi and the Flame Phoenix Saint.
After probing around from the side and learning where Ruyun Pavilion was, Mo Wangchen walked slowly towards it.
There were many people walking with him on the road, with the same destination as him, and most of them were young geniuses. Mo Wangchen released his perception and felt several more powerful auras. They had true fairyland cultivation, and they were all able to compete with one party.
The genius of the Son of God.
Nanyang City's night scene is full of bustling lights and feasting. It's not just here. In fact, no matter which ancient city you are in, nighttime is often the busiest time.
Walking along the street, you can smell the aroma of wine from time to time, accompanied by beautiful vocal music, which makes you drunk.
Mo Wangchen was not walking very fast, he was enjoying this feeling. Ever since he left Fangtian City and left the Yun Kingdom, he had been working hard for strength almost every day. It had been a long time since he had indulged in the dandy young master of the past.
in life.
Now that it was rare to come here, and Futian Bow had been mostly repaired, he wanted to enjoy it before leaving.
When you are alive in this world, you can be free and happy when you can. Even if you are a powerful Holy Lord, you can only do this. The road to immortality is endless, and you will never forget the present!
The moon is extraordinarily round tonight. With the lights in the ancient city, looking from a distance, the entire Nanyang City is charming. This is a city that never sleeps.
Soon, Mo Wangchen came to a lakeside. The lake here was calm, reflecting the beautiful scenery of the stars in the sky. As time went by, more and more people came and went.
"The palace in the sky..."
Looking up, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but feel slightly shocked. Above the lake, there was a sacred city floating in the sky, shrouded in fairy mist and glowing with holy light, like another bright moon in the sky.
Nowadays, many people are gathering by the lake, looking at the sacred city, and talking about it.
"This is Ruyun Pavilion. It is like a palace in the sky, which is fascinating. It is said that the ancient heaven was like this in the past."
"Whether Ruyun Pavilion is really related to the ancient heaven cannot be confirmed, but looking at it now, at least they are not the mundane places that the world says. Such heavenly palaces and temples are not something ordinary people can have."
"What time has it been? The Cloud Pavilion is open again tonight, why haven't you seen Meng Yurou yet?" Some people seemed to be impatient with the wait.
"Playing tricks on gods and ghosts, deliberately creating a sense of mystery. Today, many young geniuses have come to the Holy Land and the ancient martial arts family, all just to catch a glimpse of his beauty. They haven't shown up yet, and they are too pretentious."
A young man said.
"That's right, I think Meng Yurou's name is just in vain. How can He De dare to compare it with Shuang Jue?"
Many of the people present are geniuses in various fields. In the past, many of them were a bit arrogant. Now that they have been here for a long time, they have not seen the people from Ruiyung Pavilion for a long time. They seem to be underestimated by the other party, so they are naturally a little angry.
But even so, no one left.
"disease!"
Suddenly, a divine rainbow swept across the sky in the distance. It was a Nine-Sky Divine Boat, and standing on it was a young man with black hair blowing in the wind and a distinguished temperament.
"It's the holy son of Luoyue Immortal Palace, Mu Xi!"
Many people exclaimed, recognizing that the young man on the Shenzhou was the Holy Son of Luo Yue.
Luoyue Immortal Palace is one of the top ten holy places of the Xuanwu League. Mu Xi became famous when he was young. It is said that he obtained his current status as the Holy Son after suppressing the previous Holy Son.
"I heard that Holy Son Luo Yue likes Feng Yue, and now it seems that is indeed the case."
"Among all the saints of the Xuanwu League, he is the one who has lived the most carefree life. Everyone else is dedicated to martial arts, but the saint son Luo Yue is playing with the world like this, and his cultivation is not inferior to others. It shows that he has high qualifications.
It’s rare in this world.”
"If he spends all the time he wastes on Fengyue to study martial arts, his cultivation level will probably rank among the top three among the younger generation of the Xuanwu League." Someone said this.
The Holy Son of Luo Yue was dressed in white, standing proudly. He came on the divine boat, like the Son of God above the nine heavens, with majestic majesty.
Not long ago, the ancient ruins appeared, but this person was not present. This was the first time Mo Wangchen saw the other person. He couldn't help but admire the innate and dissolute temperament of the other person.
"I heard that the Dream Fairy was going to be born tonight, so Mu Xi came here to see her. He also asked the Fairy to show up to see her."
On the Shenzhou, Holy Son Luo Yue spoke, and his voice contained holy power, which Lang Lang transmitted into the palace in the sky.
"Young Pavilion Master ordered me to pass on the message and ask Mr. Mu to wait outside with everyone."
Within the palace, a fairy voice came. Meng Yurou did not show up, but asked someone to pass on the message.
"What a big show, even though Holy Son Luo Yue is here in person, he can't even let her show up!" Everyone was in an uproar. This seemed to be too disrespectful to Mu Xi.
"oh?"
On the Shenzhou, Shengzi Luo Yue smiled lightly, not angry, but showed interest, "I have admired the fairy for a long time, and I can't wait for even a moment. Since the fairy doesn't want to show up, then I can only
I went in to see you myself."
After saying this, Mu Xi stepped into the void and flew towards the palace.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a big empty hand appeared and shot out from the palace, causing a sudden change in front of Mu Xi.
He didn't dare to look down on him at all, and he retreated violently to avoid it.
"Even if your Holy Master is here, he would not dare to force his way in. Mr. Mu, if you are willing to wait, then just wait for the right time. If not, just leave..."
A fairy sound came to the palace, and it seemed to resonate with the great road, making people change their colors.
"The contemporary master of Ruyun Pavilion, Meng Tianyi!"