Mo Fan tried to get closer so that the little loach could identify it, but after thinking about it carefully, these were just ancient images presented. They were expressed in the twists of space and chaos, like a holographic movie, and how could it be possible to emit energy for the little loach to absorb it?

But Mo Fan was so familiar with the water in this well pond. Their purity, their luster, and their softness and slowness are shaking higher than the density of water, as unique as sake!

"Is it really a Holy Spring?" Mu Bai and Zhang Xiaohou both looked closer.

The two of them didn't see the Earth Holy Spring very much, and they were not familiar with the Earth Holy Spring, so they could only look at Mo Fan.

"Yes, surely." Song Feiyao replied with considerable affirmation.

She practiced in the Xiayu Secret Realm when she was very young. Her cultivation was nourished by the holy spring in the earth. How could she admit her mistake?

"In other words, this holy totem has always been by our side, and we have never noticed it from beginning to end?" Mo Fan's heart swelled up again.

Earth Holy Spring, Holy Totem, so where is the Holy Totem?

What they saw were just some soldiers in ancient city who could "live" from the ancient city walls, but they had never seen the Holy Totem deity, and they had not even seen the Holy Totem at all.

Since this is the tomb of the Holy Totem, what about its skeletons?

"The Earth Holy Spring is the totem power of the Holy Totem." Lingling walked around the source of the Earth Holy Spring for a few times and spoke to Mo Fan.

"Oh, there is no show here. Why don't we go around the four oceans and see if the old Xuanwu is still living in this world? My old turtle dominates the sea and likes to follow the ocean to the oceans if you have any problems. I asked what it was. It said it was looking for something, but it didn't know what it was. In my opinion, the old Xuanwu is looking for its father Xuanwu. Xuanwu is either in the Arctic Ocean or in the Antarctic Ice Sea..." Zhao Manyan said.

After getting this result through a lot of hardships, I felt like I went around a long way back to the origin. I finally figured out the origin of the Earth Holy Spring and also figured out the power of the Holy Totem, but this could not bring about any substantial changes.

"Don't worry about Xuanwu for now. Where are the magical city walls here?" Jiang Shaoxu asked suddenly.

"It was mostly demolished by later generations. There were some ancient Mingwu city, and there were some leftover gates here, and others probably became part of some cities over the past few thousand years, and they had long disappeared." Zhao Manyan said.

"We can ask Xiaotai's father this. Since he has been protecting here, he will naturally know the city... Wow, look at that guy with a rotten face!" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly pointed at a general on the seriously ill road.

The general was wearing tattered armor and disheveled hair, and was walking tiredly towards Wangcangyuejing. This person looked very much like Xiaotai's father!!

"Damn, has this guy lived so long? This city has been around for about two or three thousand years?" Zhao Manyan exclaimed.

People who have existed two or three thousand years ago...

I don’t know what level the other party is, but fortunately they didn’t move directly.

"Do we still have to pursue it? I feel that this is the end. This holy totem had disappeared thousands of years ago." Zhang Xiaohou was a little confused.

"Let's ask the living dead first, let's leave here." Mo Fan sighed.

When everyone walked towards the ancient city gate, the scene in the ancient city gradually returned to the way they stepped into at the beginning, quiet and orderly. I believe that not long after, the horizon would be red again. Such an ancient vision would be interpreted here day after day. I don’t know whether it was to tell future generations what to do, or whether it had become a "climate" that belongs to here.

Just like the guardians of the Earth Holy Spring, they have forgotten why they want to protect them.

He no longer insists on not allowing people to enter this mysterious realm in the tomb.

"Do we want to find those divine walls? I feel that they will help us." Jiang Shaoxu suggested.

"There is no clue. Where did the city wall be moved? The information now is that there are some statues in the ancient city of Mingwu, but those statues are only a small part." Mo Fan shook his head and said.

There should be no progress in this clue, mainly because the Holy Totem disappeared thousands of years ago, so what's the point of searching now?

Perhaps the totems that are still alive are the incarnation of the holy totems, the white tiger, the green god of the east sea, and the moon moth phoenix.

Two of the four great saints have been confirmed to be destroyed, and the other two are not sure where to start, nor do they know whether they have time to come.

"Go to Kunlun. Kunlun must have something we want to know, and some totems we have never known about." Zhang Xiaohou suggested.

Mo Fan shook his head.

Kunlun is going to go, but not now.

There is no complete clue of the totem seal, and getting into Kunlun is just a waste of time. You must find the totem related to the White Tiger and have a clear direction to go to Kunlun.

"Then... Then go to the ancient capital, the undead in the ancient capital need to be cleared. We can only fight with confidence when we stabilize the rear and the east." Zhang Xiaohou continued.

"The situation in the ancient capital is like that. In fact, the ancient king suppresses the undead. The undead will definitely accumulate huge resentment, just like the embankment and river water. How can the river water be blocked? It is better to let go of a gate. As long as the mouth is smashed, don't open it too much, and it won't flood the farmland and villages. The undead can provide us with some supplies and a layer of protection." Mo Fan shook his head and said.

The undead in the ancient capital has maintained that situation for thousands of years.

There is no such thing as the undead, and the ancient king cannot always protect the ancient capital. The result that Jiuyou Hou said will come sooner or later, so he can only rely on the ancient capital to deal with it, coexist with the undead, protect it with the undead, and fight against the undead.

Mu Bai nodded. The ancient capital has always been in that pattern.

The arrival of the catastrophe caused severe damage to the ancient capital. At that time, the ancient kings restrained the undead and gave the ancient capital time to recuperate. Now the ancient capital has prospered again. Only with the undead can there be powerful magicians, undeads, and many people can generate income. This is the characteristic of this land.

There are typhoons in the south, earthquakes in the mainland, sandstorms in the north, typhoons prevent wind, earthquakes and dustproof in the north, few people leave their hometowns because these natural disasters have become part of their lives.

"Then according to Brother Zhao, go to the Arctic Ocean to find Xuanwu. I have not been to the Arctic Ocean yet." Zhang Xiaohou said hurriedly again.

Zhao Manyan slapped Zhang Xiaohou with a big slap and said with a smile: "I just said you took it seriously. How could you go to the Arctic Ocean? Iceberg beasts are not a joke, and the entire Nordic Europe has suffered greatly."

"Monkey, you seem to be in a hurry to arrange things for us?" Mo Fan suddenly frowned and stared at Zhang Xiaohou.

"No, no, I just..." Zhang Xiaohou suddenly couldn't speak when facing Mo Fan's gaze.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhang Xiaohou has always been like this when facing Mo Fan. Once Mo Fan becomes serious, he forgets that he is a famous military general...
Chapter completed!