If there are Shrek students or other outsiders present in this mysterious spiritual space, two illusory figures wearing ancient clothes on the high platform can be seen at a glance, and their appearance is almost the same as that of two statues at the gate of Shrek Academy.

A man and a woman, one of whom has been knocked to the ground.

Many people fell to the ground in anticipation, but they didn't ask the person involved what they thought, and they couldn't.

Obviously, the parties involved were quite dissatisfied.

"Ancestor, the person who pushed the statue is a member of the Haotian Sect. I can't deal with it." Moon bowed down and bowed respectfully.

There is only fatness for no reason in the world, and there is no hate or love for no reason. All disgust and infatuation have their origin.

A legend from ten thousand years ago, an ancestor by blood, no matter what his nature or style is, a descendant ten thousand years later should not feel much shame, nor can he feel much disgust.

Because the distance is too far, and because Douluo's various legends are highly distorted.

But what if the distance is very close?

No one will tolerate a pretentious idiot who always yells in front of them, even if this person is the source of blood.

But Moon could only hold back his disgust.

For a very simple reason, he couldn't beat them. There were too many people here, and he couldn't resist the meaning behind the people or things here.

Just as he couldn't fight against the ten thousand years of tradition and rules, he couldn't decide what should be added to the Poseidon Pavilion.

"The same goes for rebuilding the statue. I don't know what the Haotian Sect really means, so I can only postpone it for now." Munn's old voice explained again.

"As long as your heart is towards Lord Poseidon and everything is for Lord Poseidon, Haotian Sect can't say anything to us." Before the figure on the high platform could say anything, an illusory figure stood up among the people kneeling in obeisance.

Moon looked back and saw that he was an ancient man whose figure had become so illusory that he could only barely make out his appearance.

The throbbing in his soul told him that this should be one of his ancestors.

In fact, he also knew which ancestor this was.

The master of the Poseidon Pavilion who left a manuscript four thousand years ago, disliked certain things, and really wanted to pray for peace.

The blue-gold trident pattern on this ancestor's forehead is far more solid than his body, almost piercing people's eyes.

In the throbbing depths of the soul, there is only a snake-like coldness.

The ancestor has now become an unknown existence like Lord Poseidon who speaks silently.

Moon also knew why it was like this - the blue crystal was emitting a light that made people feel warm and comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

That is the legendary Poseidon's light, which is regarded as the supreme glory and supreme treasure of God's blessing.

Legend has it that it has unimaginable blessings such as washing the soul, calming the body and mind, improving talents, etc., but it actually has another function - it can make a person surrender from body, mind to soul and completely believe in a certain god.

.

Each god has his own light.

To use a word that Moon heard from a very restless boy, this should be called brainwashing.

This secret and unknown function was not only what the boy told him, but also what he learned from an ancient ruins in his early years - the ancient ruins represented by the village that changed the way he did things in his life and changed his style.

Before that, he was a loyal believer in Poseidon;

After that, he was a heretic with his own ideas.

Then combined with the actual situation, he confirmed the authenticity of this unknown secret, after he succeeded as the head of the Poseidon Pavilion.

"Why don't you speak?" The cold voice sounded again, and Moon's brief distraction attracted the ancestor's attention.

Moon came back to his senses and smiled politely, then looked at the high platform.

"Then let's wait for the reply from Haotian Sect." The sloppy man on the high platform spoke, and when he mentioned the three words "Haotian Sect", his face was full of reverence.

The blue trident pattern on his forehead is far less dazzling than the others because it is no longer used.

His faith does not need external aid.

Moon's old face was filled with a subtle smile.

How disgusting.

The current bloodline source of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family actually showed such an expression to another sect that belonged to the same three sects thousands of years ago, just by mentioning its name.

It seems that he is happy to be treated as a dog.

But the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus rex is a dragon, not a dog.

That's right. According to legend, his martial spirit was not a dragon at first, but a dog that seemed to have no idea what it was called. Even if it turned into a dragon later, it would not change the nature of the dog.

The smile on Moon's face became more respectful, like a real blooming chrysanthemum.

Fortunately, a group of brainwashed souls do not realize what the limit is, what it means to be the master of the Poseidon Pavilion for hundreds of years, and what it means to be inconsistent.

Even if they could realize it before, they don't realize it now.

And the person who has not been brainwashed will not have such a thing in his mind, right?

Fortunately, the perception of the outside world by all beings in this space is only maintained at a very low limit, and they can be fooled at will.

They won't think he's cheating.

Moon turned his gaze slightly and looked at another person on the high platform, a woman covered in red.

The other one in the so-called golden triangle is certainly not worthy and does not deserve to enjoy the gift of Poseidon.

There are only two.

She had been looking at the person who disgusted Moon, her eyes were full of nostalgia and obsession, and she kept mumbling words.

Listen carefully, it's a song.

“If I have trouble falling asleep at night, what can I use to anesthetize me?

There are too many emotions to face.

It’s not that I don’t want you to accompany me, there are some things you can’t understand.

Take off your guard and follow alone.

I want a space of my own..."

She seems to only be able to say this sentence and sing this song. Every time Moon comes in, she hears this song.

Never gets tired of it.

Just like the way she looks at another person, she has always been nostalgic and obsessed with him.

Love that lasts for thousands of years is really touching.

Also disgusting and chilling.

After all, love is just a momentary flutter in the soul. It must be transformed into family love to last forever.

If someone is really only in love forever, it means that her soul is forever fixed at a certain moment and a certain stage.

This is a thousand calamities of violence.

Moon heard it, so he felt sick.

There was nothing more to say, and there was no need for him to say anything. He had only one purpose every time he came here.

The name is called the Prayer Meeting of Poseidon Believers to express supreme respect for Poseidon.

What actually it is, God knows?

Anyway, Moon felt that of the three people who traveled to the mainland back then, the other two were still strong and in the mood to make trouble, and he was the only one who had already half-stepped into death.

It was because of a fight to the death.

After all, the other two have fought a lot. As companions, the other two can directly break through to the limit of level ninety-nine. He needs the help of Dragon Pill.

He, Moon, is not that good.

Although he really wanted to die right then.

Later, I thought about it and let it go. I would return to this place even if I died.
Chapter completed!