The Black Xiuwei will not arrest people outside for no reason. If the so-called Goddess's daughter is really to be forcibly captured by the Black Xiuwei, she will most likely be sold to the monks who serve as fighters in the Black Arena.
Yun Lingyuan was extremely disdainful, thinking that this person was making up nonsense and bragging after drinking, but he didn't know that the real daughter of the goddess was sitting at the table next to him. Where could he see the daughter of the goddess being arrested by the black repair guards.
There were people on the table who were disapproving of that person, and they immediately rebutted him: "Uncle Mo, you are bragging again, aren't you? You can see clearly what a goddess's daughter is? The young master of the Goddess Palace had already been there when the Fengling Clan was destroyed.
He's dead, don't always think that we are still three-year-old children, uncle, we have grown up."
The monk's face turned dark and he was extremely dissatisfied. "You brat, do you think I'm lying? I saw it with my own eyes!" He stretched out his index finger and said,
"You can go out now and see if there are two black cultivators on the bank of Huanjiang River..."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Although Uncle Mo had a habit of bragging, he could only tell lies and provide no evidence. The juniors were used to making fun of him, and everyone just laughed it off, but he spoke with certainty.
"Just now I was passing by Huanjiang River and saw Hei Xiuwei and the girl getting into a fight. I saw with my own eyes that girl was wearing the 'Wangyou' and Wangyou Ring Seal of the Goddess of the Spirit. More than ten years ago, I
I'm lucky enough to have seen it before, and I can't mistake it for sure. It's the seal of succession from the Palace of the Goddess. Who else but the daughter of the Goddess can wear it?"
I saw someone nodding and saying, "That's right. If it's 'Wangyou', then it must be the daughter of the goddess. That spiritual weapon is something that can be recognized as its owner, and others can't pretend to be it even if they want to."
Someone else said, "Uncle Mo, why didn't you help her when you saw it? Will she survive in the black arena? The goddess has helped our clan a lot in the past, and that is the blood of the goddess..."
The uncle sighed helplessly, "Why don't I want to help? That girl is already a member of the Black Dou Arena. It's impossible to save her. Besides, the Black Cultivator's spiritual cultivation is not low. She is not an ordinary person. I'm afraid she is
You and I, together we may not be able to fight."
Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads, yes!
Although the Black Arena is a place where one's wealth and one's life are gambled, it is still a sect at its core. However, the way it conducts its business is to use secret methods, and most of the black cultivators used are arrogant people who defected from a certain sect.
The Black Xiuwei must be powerful. Otherwise, how could they be able to withstand such a large gambling venue like the Black Arena? What's more, there are a large group of Black Xiuwei. There are only one or two guards on the edge of the Huanjiang River. Even with all the effort,
After defeating the Nine Bulls and Two Tigers, new black guards can jump out of the Huanjiang River at any time. If they want to fight, it will be endless...
It was helpless to watch that little girl being caught, just like watching the Fengling Clan be wiped out fifteen years ago. The principle of being wise and protecting yourself is applicable at all times.
After listening to the conversation between the uncle and nephew, Yun Lingyuan couldn't hold it in any longer. She only wanted to confirm one thing: whether the Wangyou Ring Seal was real or fake!
Others might mistake it, but she would never, she would know it just by looking at it!
As soon as Yun Lingyuan rushed out of Zuixiang Tower, she was stopped by Ouyang Mu who had just come downstairs, "Where are you going, girl? Don't forget, we are waiting for you, sir."
Just at this time, the faint sound of a flute came from the distance. The sound of the flute was very familiar to her ears. Yun Lingyuan did not think deeply about it. She thought to herself that she had to go quickly, otherwise she would not be able to see what the monk said if she was too late.
Since she is the daughter of a goddess, she has no way of knowing whether the Wangyou Ring Seal is authentic or fake.
As she ran away, she turned back and said, "Did you hear the sound of the flute? I know you. I'll go say hello and I'll be back soon."
Ouyang Mu was startled when he heard the sound of the flute. After listening carefully for a while, he said to himself, "Your Highness?"
Ouyang Mu stared blankly at Yun Lingyuan's running back, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not catch up.
The three-mile road was neither too close nor too far. Yun Lingyuan accelerated her steps and ran for a while before she saw a big river three miles away from Dongju City.
Looking at this river, you can see that the river is hundreds of miles wide and the black-gray water is covered with a layer of dream-like and unreal illusion.
I clearly tell the world that this river is the Fantasy River.
There were monks fighting fiercely by the Huanjiang River. Yun Lingyuan suppressed her breath and approached quietly. Fortunately, there was a forest on the side of the Huanjiang River. She used the trees and the breath-containing technique to hide herself very well.
By chance, Yun Lingyuan saw two black cultivators locking a young girl with their backhands for the first time.
The Black Xiuwei are all dressed in black and wear uniform white masks. On the surface of the mask is a black, heavy, murderous broadsword, which is obviously Zong Wei of the Black Arena.
The girl was wearing a light crimson coat, covered with a layer of gauze, and her hair was covered with a layer of mist-like white gauze. The breeze blew, and the gauze robe was fluttering. Her figure and back were particularly beautiful, but unfortunately her hands were covered with
Black Xiuwei restrained him tightly, unable to move.
Fortunately, it did not prevent Yun Lingyuan from seeing the ring on the girl's hand.
She saw the dark snake pattern looming on the black ring, and the spiritual aura faintly transmitted to her by the snake. No matter how far away she was, she could sense it immediately, "It's 'Wangyou'!!"
Yun Lingyuan moved her steps and almost rushed out to kill her. Fortunately, at this time, she suddenly heard the sound of a flute, which stopped her in her tracks.
Looking up to the side and ahead, there was a very familiar figure.
The man had a fair complexion and was wearing a plain blue robe. He stood on a huge rock by the Huanjiang River. His thin lips were pressed against the dark blue jade flute. His slender fingers were flying, and the sound of the flute was lingering in circles.
Swing out,
This man has long eyebrows and a pair of special blue pupils. When he plays the flute, his eyes are full of arrogance and unfeeling. Who is that evildoer if he is not Ye Ming!!
She had completely ignored this long-lost, familiar sound of the flute!!
At this time, there was a group of black cultivators on the river bank. Just the spiritual power released from the masks of the black cultivators could make mortals tremble. However, at this time, most of the black cultivators had been under the spell of illusion and held up their hands.
Dao stood there, frozen in action.
There were also those who were not affected by the illusion. They were so aggressive that they raised their swords to attack, but Ye Ming played the flute while retreating to dodge.
With the power of one person, Ye Ming faced more than ten black cultivators. He looked calm and calm. Although he was not afraid, these black cultivators seemed to know the magic of illusion very well. They had different levels of cultivation, not everyone.
They've all been tricked, and it's still difficult to win with just one trick based on illusions.
The task of Black Xiuwei is just to drag the girl into the black arena, not to fight to the death.
There was a black cultivator. While Ye Ming was fighting the leader, he turned around and quickly took the girl and sneaked into the Huanjiang River.
The girl shouted "Help..." The word "Save" was only half heard, and the little crimson figure disappeared into the hazy river surface.