Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

Chapter 115 The True Master

Yu Xi held the wooden doll tightly in her hand, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Where have you been, I couldn't find you anywhere just now, I thought..."

In the middle of speaking, Yu Xi suddenly realized that her tone was too eager, so she stopped suddenly.

Chu Yan's voice came from the wooden puppet, "What do you think?"

Yu Xi took a deep breath, glanced at the wishing pool in front of her, and had already put down half of her heart, "I thought you were kidnapped from the magic palace."

Just when Yu Xi wanted to ask what was going on, the jade-colored little turtle surfaced.

Seeing Yu Xi and the wooden doll in her hand, she shrank her head as if she had done something wrong, and said with some panic, "Your Majesty, I seem to have done something wrong..."

"I didn't know that the wooden doll was something that honored you..."

Wan Sui finished explaining in trepidation, only then did Yu Xi know that everything was just a false alarm.

Chu Yan didn't encounter any danger, but was mistakenly trapped in the turtle shell by Wansui.

The aura fluctuations on the wooden doll were already very weak. Yu Xi comforted Long Live, and returned to the bedroom with the wooden doll. After putting it on the bed, he immediately placed a circle of spirit stones around it.

The shining spirit stone gradually became dim, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on the wooden doll gradually returned to Yu Xi's state before he crossed the catastrophe.

"How do you feel now?" Yu Xi asked softly.

"It's much better." Chu Yan's voice sounded more solid than when he was in the wishing pool just now. The eyes of the wooden doll looked directly at Yu Xi, and his tone was very serious, "Thank you."

Recalling the aura that lifted him to the surface of the water just now, he paused, and then asked: "Is there something in that pool just now?"

"Huh?" Yu Xi realized what he was asking, "You mean the mysterious turtle at the bottom of the pool?"

When surfacing on the surface of the water, Chu Yan caught a glimpse of a huge figure staying at the bottom of the pool.

It turned out to be a sleeping turtle.

I don't know if it was because it saved him, or because of some other reasons, Chu Yan felt inexplicably close to it, "Can you tell me more about the black turtle at the bottom of the pool?"

Yu Xi was keenly aware of Chu Yan's concern for the Wannian Xuangui, "Did something happen in the wishing pool just now?"

Chu Yan recounted the entire process of struggling at the bottom of the pool and being rescued by the aura exuded from Xuan Gui.

When she heard that Chu Yan was rescued by Xuan Gui, Yu Xi's eyes flashed with surprise, "It has been sleeping for a long time, are you sure that spiritual power is derived from it?"

"Well." Chu Yan affirmed: "I don't feel wrong."

Yu Xi's heart was startled, and with a movement of consciousness, she looked towards the prayer pool on the north side of the dormitory.

The black turtle at the bottom of the pool still maintained its previous state, not moving at all, showing no sign of waking up.

So just now, it sensed the breath of its former master and knew that he was in danger, so it could release a touch of spiritual power in a deep sleep state to save him from danger?
Yu Xi knew that most of the energy in the magic palace formation was transformed by the power of the Wannian Xuangui.If the Wannian Xuangui can be recognized as the master, naturally the Demon Palace Formation can be recognized as the master.

Now that Xuangui has recognized Chu Yan, the magic palace formation has also recognized Chu Yan.

Ordinarily, Chu Yan is their real owner, and the Demon Palace should change hands at this time and return to Chu Yan's control.

But why does the token that controls the Great Formation of the Demon Palace still firmly reside in her sea of ​​consciousness and never leave?

Yu Xi was a little confused for a moment.

The recognition and protection of her by the magic palace formation seems to be far more than she imagined.

Is it because it can't tell that she is a fake, or is there some other reason for this?
Is she really just a demon king's coffin board?

Just as doubts arose in Yu Xi's heart, Chu Yan also had doubts in his heart.

Why did he feel close and familiar with the mysterious tortoise who had been sleeping at the bottom of the wishing pool for a long time?
According to Yu Xi, the mysterious turtle stayed in the magic palace for ten thousand years and never left.

If he felt familiar with this black turtle, that could only be one reason.

In his previous life, he really lived in this magic palace!
Combining all the previous things, now, he really believed it.

He has an old relationship with the demon.

He... is the concubine.

...

Ling Xiaozong, the top of Wangchen Peak.

Facing Yun Jing, Hongde lowered his head slightly, "Master, the people sent by the disciples cannot be reused. Before they can bury the Bi Luojing, they were captured by the Demonic Dao. Unfortunately, the Biluojing has also fallen into the hands of the Demonic Dao."

Dehong carefully looked at the face of the white-bearded old man in the cloud mirror.

Seeing that his expression was calm, he continued to ask for instructions, "Look, do you need the disciple to send someone over to bring back the Biluojing?"

Dehong didn't know much about that Jade Luojing, only that it was a treasure that once belonged to Daoyuan Patriarch.

As for the usefulness, I don't know at all.

But even if he doesn't know these things, Dehong also knows that things that can be solemnly confessed by the master are definitely not common things.

It would be a pity that such a thing fell into the hands of the Demonic Dao for no reason.

"There is no need to send anyone."

In the cloud mirror, Patriarch Daoming stroked his beard and said softly, "Bi Luojing doesn't need to worry about it anymore, as for the two disciples you sent..."

Patriarch Daoming's expression was dim, and although he hadn't finished his sentence, Sect Master Hongde at the other end of the cloud mirror had fully understood his meaning, "Master, this disciple knows what to do now."

Patriarch Daoming nodded his head lightly, with some approval in his eyes, and said in a warm voice: "I can rest assured that I will entrust the sect to you as a teacher."

"This disciple will definitely live up to the master's entrustment." Dehong saluted respectfully, and he didn't straighten up until the cloud mirror on the top of the peak dissipated.

The breeze blew past, and my back felt a little chilly.

Hongde stretched out his hand to touch it, only to realize that at some point, his clothes were already wet with cold sweat.

On the other side of the cloud mirror, when the image in the mirror disappeared, Patriarch Daoming picked up a formula and soared into the sky. His figure continued to shuttle between lightning and storms, and after a while, he landed on another island hundreds of miles away from the cave.

There is nothing on the island, the ground is bare, not even a tree or a blade of grass.

Patriarch Daoming walked to the center of the entire island, tapped his toes on the ground three times, a flash of light flashed from the ground, and his figure wrapped around him disappeared on the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in a closed stone room.

It is not so much a stone room as it is a solid prison.

A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one chains were hung in the prison, and these chains were all wrapped around the body of a bearded and embarrassed man in the center of the stone room.

Hearing the movement in the stone room.

The man raised his head and looked at Patriarch Daoming who appeared here, his eyes were empty and lifeless.

"Don't worry, someone will come to accompany you soon."

Ancestor Daoming curled his mouth slightly, and called out the address he hadn't called out for a long time, "Junior Brother."

(End of this chapter)