Xiaoyuanshan.

"Qu Li."

The mountain was filled with mist, and a majestic figure was sitting on the top of the mountain. The White Wolf King looked at the talisman in front of him. Since the bronze platform, the matters that the mother river needs to deal with in the king's tent have increased greatly. He discussed with several other grassland kings every day, big and small, everything is fine.

I finally found a gap today.

Fu Sheng Qu Li is already very old. Beside him, there are two boys on the left and right, one holding tea and the other holding a sword. These are exquisite puppets he made with mechanical techniques. After sticking them on the talisman, they are lifelike and there is no sign of stiffness at all.

The boy Ning Yi saw for the first time in Xiaoyuan Mountain was one of them. The original deity of the saint of Fu Sheng was extremely mysterious. Except for a few people, not many practitioners had seen his true old appearance.

In a sense, the grassland needs some spiritual symbols, such as the previous Great Prophet of the Snow Eagle King's Tent, and the Fu Sheng in the White Wolf King's Tent. The two of them symbolize the ancient heritage that protects the Mu River... If the Great Prophet and the Fu Sheng are always "healthy", then the practitioners of the Mu River will be much more at ease.

After all, the demon clan has not dared to set foot here for the past two thousand years because of the existence of the Apocalypse River.

Yuan.

No one knows whether "Yuan" dies or is alive, but he falls into a long sleep, but the two veins of the prophet and the talisman continue.

Several grassland kings also believed that Lord Yuan was silently staring at the grassland.

The White Wolf King has a complicated expression.

Qu Li is thinner than before, but his energy is better. No one can resist the erosion of time. Even a grassland practitioner who carries half of the blood of the demon clan, Fu Sheng has lived for a long time... As a mortal who does not practice demonic power and starlight, it is actually not easy for him to live to a hundred years in a close "life".

The talismans on the western border, most of the formations, and the cultivation of outstanding geniuses on the grassland every year... all require the help of Xiao Yuanshan.

Now, he was a little embarrassed to bother with Fu Sheng.

It's time to let the elderly rest.

Qu Li sat in a wooden wheelchair, and there was a square green wooden chess board floating in front of him. The chess board had no support. The two boys serving the left and right were more than three feet away from the chess board. The two bowls of chess pieces were sitting in black and white, floating and swaying, which was not as stable as the chess board, but the wind blew, and it was just shaking, and no chess piece poured out.

The old man whispered: "You want to ask me to contact the teacher... right?"

The White Wolf King was stunned.

Fu Sheng stretched out a hand and signaled him to sit down.

Behind the White Wolf King, a figure quietly retreated in the fog, and there was a wooden chair behind him. He smiled silently. Xiaoyuan Mountain was banned everywhere, talismans everywhere, and mechanisms everywhere. When the Bronze Platform was fought, the talismans had detonated these talismans and wanted to die with the golden-winged roc birds all over the mountain.

The White Wolf King thought that this place was full of killing mechanisms, but now he went up the mountain, but found that the old man lived here, and there was no murderous intent. He was idle and wild cranes, and was free and easy in the world, and it was more like a cave of immortality.

The old man glanced at it and said softly: "The art of killing is left by the teacher. I don't have enough understanding and I am stupid. I can only chew it slowly. In my lifetime, I can eat as much as I can... It can be considered as an explanation for the king's tent. But these "organs" are what I like, and I can't help you. There is no one to accompany Xiaoyuanshan, so there is only 'them' left."

The White Wolf King shook his head and smiled, "If you feel bored, I will ask the king's tent to select a few smart young people to serve you."

Fu Sheng smiled and said, "If they could easily break the formation pattern of Xiaoyuan Mountain like 'Urle', then how could I stay alone on this mountain?"

The White Wolf King smiled bitterly.

The inheritance left by "Yuan" was something that countless people in the Mu River wanted to learn, and Fu Sheng wanted to teach it, but this was a matter of luck that could not be forced. The pattern looked extremely obscure. Over the years, people have been coming to Xiaoyuan Mountain to try to crack it, but they all failed.

If you can't untie the array pattern, you don't even have the qualifications to get started.

The young strong men trained in the Grassland Mother River are all respected by force, practicing the starlight of the human race and the body of the demon race, are all extremely brave and warlike geniuses, but when they encounter this formation and talisman technique, they can only scratch their ears and faces, but they can't do anything.

The White Wolf King picked up the teacup floating in front of him and held the cup in both hands. The heat was lingering. He was used to drinking, not to drinking tea, so he just held it, and the heat was rising. The grassland king looked a little hesitant. After a moment, he said carefully: "Can you contact me?"

After the Bronze Platform, the figure who repels the powerful demon clan.

Engraved in the heart of the White Wolf King.

The peace in the grassland is always dependent on "Yuan". If there is no "Yuan"... Then the Mother River at this moment is already a thing in the palm of the Eastern Demon Realm.

The White Wolf King was a little anxious. He looked at the Talisman Saint. After the Great Prophet died, this was the only inheritance related to "Yuan"... Moreover, on the day of the Bronze Platform, Lord "Yuan" took action and erased Xiaoyuan Mountain's talisman and exploded.

Is this considered a recognition of Qu Li?

The old man shook his head and said neatly: "No."

He leaned back and lay on the wooden chair. The two boys immediately stepped forward and gently beat his shoulders.

Qu Li said slowly: "I am a lucky person...at least I saw the teacher. In the past years, I don't know how many people stayed at Xiaoyuan Mountain and failed to meet for the rest of their lives."

He paused and smiled bitterly: "The inheritance left by the teacher is as vast as the sea. I just dug a corner... I regard him as my husband, and he may not recognize me as a disciple."

The White Wolf King looked a little lonely.

He slowly expressed his purpose, "The power of the grassland is too weak... Urle is still sleeping in the mother river, but even when he wakes up, he can't seem to be able to lead us to 'light' like two thousand years ago."

Qu Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the White Wolf King.

The White Wolf King hesitated: "He is still... too young."

After several meetings with Ning Yi, the White Wolf King had already seen Ning Yi's strength clearly. The great cultivator of the human race's life star is an amazing achievement at this age, but if the grassland wants to gain a foothold, it needs at least a "nirvana".

Without Nirvana, there is no right to speak, and he can only become a lamb at the slaughter of others.

How long does the lifespan of "yuan" still last?

Fu Sheng didn’t know, and White Wolf King didn’t know... But they all knew one truth: If you want to survive, you can’t just rely on others, but you must rely on yourself.

"The grassland needs someone who can stand up... I want to be that person." The White Wolf King's expression was hidden in the mist of tea, and he whispered: "After all, I am the person closest to that realm on this grassland."

Becoming a grassland king does not have high requirements for the realm of cultivation. This is a symbol of courage, strength, and wisdom... Among the eight kings of the tents, the White Wolf King has the highest strength and is already at the realm of a demon king. In the world of the demon clan, the four demon realms are quite powerful figures, but it is far from enough to lead the grassland independently.

Qu Li's expression became solemn and he had a vague premonition.

"What are you... going to do?"

"The situation on the grassland is not optimistic." The White Wolf King lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "The East Demon Realm has figured out its trump card, and there may be another attack... If the next time the person who comes is not the Great Elder Bai Changdeng, but the 'Bai Emperor' who is invincible in the world, what should we do?"

The talisman is stagnant.

"If Lord Yuan is willing to give a point, I want to... give it a try." The White Wolf King stretched out a hand, pointed it to his head, and said seriously: "Try to become Nirvana."

Immediately afterwards, he shook his head and said to himself: "I guess I have not had this idea for so many years... I know that I cannot tolerate impatientness in my practice, but I can't wait now. I will go into seclusion tomorrow. Many matters on the grassland have been arranged in the past few days."

Fu Sheng said softly: "I advise you to wait for 'Urle' to wake up."

The White Wolf King asked, "When will he wake up?"

The old man was silent.

The White Wolf King shook his head and said, "Although he saved us on the bronze platform, it is still unknown whether it is Urle and whether he can raise the eight king flags... I don't trust him, but the future of the grassland cannot be so hasty. Instead of waiting for others to save it, it is better to take action yourself."

The two wooden boys in Xiaoyuanshan raised their heads, without any sanity, but showed a thoughtful look.

The old man closed his eyes and thought for a long time.

He sighed.

"Maybe...you're right."

...

...

The moon hangs high.

The silver light sways, and the water waves are like scales.

The man sitting cross-sleeved in the bottom of the River of Apocalypse was like an ancient sculpture that had been sleeping for a long time. His face was delicate, feminine and gentle. The two red dots next to the corners of his cheeks and lips reflected a warm light in the water.

"Yuan" slowly opened his eyes.

He looked up and looked at it all calmly.

He has always been a lonely spectator. Over the years, he has opened his eyes many times. The long night has been long, and the scene reflected by this river has never changed.

The moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror.

He has seen life and death, love, hate, and love in this world... During the years he traveled with Urle, he tasted this thing called "emotion".

At this moment, this familiar feeling reappeared in Yuan's heart.

He looked at the young man in black robe who was sinking at the bottom of the river and was surrounded by water plants.

Yuan smiled and murmured softly.

"That person is here... should you wake up?"

On the banks of the River of Apocalypse, strong winds swept by, dead leaves swaying, crows roaring, and night turns into clothes and whistling. After the wind passes, a tall figure is added here.

Donghuang looked at the mother river with expressionless expression.

There was a robe between his sleeves and robe... If this source evil power was put into this mother river, then the lifeline of the entire grassland would be controlled by him.

But he didn't do that.

Donghuang looked down calmly.

His eyes penetrated the river.

He was sure that he could see everything clearly...the bottom of this river was empty except for a "sleeping" figure.

This is exactly the goal I was looking for on this trip.

He chuckled softly, "Urle, long time no see."
Chapter completed!