Chapter 94 Fog Moon

Along the square, the palaces were carefully examined and found nothing valuable. Ye Xuanyang circled the whole square and came to the last hall. This hall is the most magnificent of all the buildings around the square. The high stone steps were laid in front of the door of the hall, and Ye Xuanyang slowly stepped on the stone steps and stood In front of the temple gate, Ye Xuanyang looked up at the main hall in front of him. The huge stone door more than ten meters high was tightly closed. The thick layer of dust on the stone door showed the years it had gone through, but it was still quietly closed tightly, as if it was guarding something!

Ye Xuanyang hung the hot strange stone in his hand on his chest again, took a long breath, and followed the guidance of the strange stone. Since he came to this hall, the secret should be in this hall!

Ye Xuanyang slowly stepped forward and came to the stone door. His hands showed a cyan luster and gently pressed on the stone door. Slowly, the stone door did not move. Ye Xuanyang withdrew his hands, pressed down his waist, moved his center of gravity, and put his hands on the stone door again. "Ah~" roared! Ye Xuanyang's fierce exertion, and his hands suddenly turned red. At the same time, a pair of huge palm prints appeared where his hands were placed. Ye Xuanyang continued to exert force, and the internal force continued to output. Only a "squeak" sound was heard. There was a slight trembling in the boulder door. Ye Xuanyang's heart was happy, and all the internal force gushed out. , rushing to the palm of his hand, and the rumbling sound came. In the empty and quiet mysterious place, it looked particularly clear, and the huge door opened.

Ye Xuanyang, who had not had time to take back his palm, was stunned by the scene after the boulder door opened. The boulder door was pushed open, and thousands of lights inside projected out with the huge door that slowly opened. He stood straight at the door with no preparation in front of Ye Xuanyang. For a long time, Ye Xuanyang slowly adapted to what was in front of him. The light, and what appeared in front of him stunned him. What the hell is this?

The hall is surrounded by rows of wooden shelves. The dark wooden shelves have not corroded at all over the years, and the wooden shelves are full of weapons with all kinds of light! Yes, the slight fluctuations of spiritual power from these weapons alone can tell that they are not ordinary, at least they are sub-class weapons! However, although these magic weapons are still shining, it is obvious that there are some dimness. If you look closely, some of them are still incomplete, and even some of them are directly broken. However, judging from the broken part alone, their spiritual power fluctuations make Ye Xuanyang feel bursts of heart palpitations! So many weapons piled up on the wooden frame, but it gave people an extremely casual feeling, as if these were all stalls. Ye Xuan rushed forward fiercely and picked up one. Looking carefully, the smile on his face suddenly froze. The weapon seemed to have only this fetus and abundant spiritual power, but Some arrays are completely gone or destroyed. However, some of them must still be useful, and the power is not small!

Ye Xuanyang turned around, stretched out his head to look around, and shouted cautiously, "Is there anyone! Is anyone there?" Ye Xuanyang's crisp voice echoed in the wide hall, but there was no response. However, at this time, the strange white stone on his chest suddenly warmed up. Ye Xuanyang quickly took it out of his chest, but saw that the white stone suddenly broke away from his palm and flew to the depths of the hall. Ye Xuanyang was shocked that this thing was okay. He flew out automatically and was surprised, but Ye Xuanyang couldn't care about the pile of weapons and quickly followed.

Standing outside the hall, he could only see its height. When he really entered it, Ye Xuanyang found that it was huge inside, and he didn't know how many turns he had turned, and he didn't pay attention to how long he ran. Ye Xuanyang knew that he had run far. Finally, the strange stone was in front of him. Stop!

Ye Xuanyang grabbed the strange stone. At this time, the light of the strange stone gradually faded. Ye Xuanyang hung the strange stone on his chest again and looked at the surrounding environment.

Every not far from the hall, there is a night pearl inlaid on the wall, emitting a bright light, which directly made Ye Xuanyang see clearly. This is a wide concave place. In the center of the concave site is a tall altar-shaped high platform, on which a huge stone tablet stands on it, giving people a sense of solemnity. , a simple feeling.

"You're finally here!" Just as Ye Xuanyang looked carefully, a slightly old voice echoed on the concave field.

"Who are you!" Ye Xuanyang hurriedly pulled out the Qinglong Sword and carefully looked around, trying to find out the owner of the voice.

"You don't have to look for it! I'm not a human!" The old voice came again.

"What the hell are you! Come out!" Ye Xuanyang roared and clenched the green dragon sword in both hands.

"Hehe! You hold the green dragon sword! I don't know if Qinglong is still there!" The old voice came again.

"Qinglong?! Do you know Qinglong?!" Ye Xuanyang said doubtfully.

"Not bad! Hearing what you said, it seems that Qinglong has indeed woken up!" An old voice came: "That's great!"

"Please show up and see me!" When Ye Xuanyang heard this, he was no longer vigilant. He had heard the blood dragon say before that he felt a familiar person here. It seemed that this person was right.

"Ha ha, all right!" The old voice came, and an old man in gray suddenly appeared on the stone tablet of the altar. His long beard floated without wind and was quite elegant.

"Senior!" Ye Xuanyang saluted respectfully and knew Qinglong. Those were all people in the Shinto era. Maybe this person in front of him was a god-level figure.

"Good! OK! Although the qualification is not the best, it is also very good!" The old man in gray floated in front of Ye Xuanyang and suddenly laughed loudly.

"The seniors are honored! Dare to ask the seniors for their high reputation!" Ye Xuanyang's humble way.

"I'm foggy!" The old man in gray brushed his beard and reported his name.

"What?! Foggy moon?! Are you the foggy moon?!" Ye Xuanyang was shocked when he heard this. Isn't this the big enemy who killed the blue dragon and sealed his soul in the green dragon sword!

"Oh? You've heard me!" The old man in gray brushed his beard with satisfaction and said, "I must be a villain in the eyes of Qinglong!"

"Haha! You are quite self-aknowledge!" Ye Xuanyang snorted coldly and pulled out the green dragon sword and stabbed it with a sword. The two were so close to each other and such a sudden sword. Even if it could be avoided, it would make him a little ugly. What about the god-level strongman? Anyway, there was no chance to survive in his hands. Of course, it was to humiliate him as much as possible.

"Yo! It seems so!" The old man in gray slowly raised his hand and stopped in the air, while Ye Xuanyang held the green dragon sword and could no longer move.

The power of the god-level strong man, such a gentle action makes people unable to move!

"Kill me quickly!" Ye Xuanyang scolded, "You are a despicable and shameless villain, who plotted your friend just for a sword!"

"Alas!" Huiyi Wuyue shook her head and said, "Let Qinglong come out!" Let me tell him!"

Ye Xuanyang saw this and did not say anything, but contacted the blood dragon in his heart, but still did not respond.

"He consumed too much in a previous war, and now he has fallen into a deep sleep! I should be able to wake up in a few days!" Ye Xuanyang looked at the gray-dressed fog moon indifferently and said faintly.

"Oh, let me have a look!" He let go of Ye Xuanyang and took the green dragon sword from his hand.

"I'm really in a shallow coma. This old boy still cares about himself!"

Suddenly, I saw a flash of green light flashing over the green dragon sword. Wuyue gently brushed her right hand, and the green light went deep into the green dragon sword and disappeared.

At this moment, the body of the Qinglong sword shook violently, and a familiar rude voice came from Ye Xuanyang: "Wuyue! It turned out to be you an asshole. Look at Lao Long, I cut you with a sword!" The figure of the blood dragon suddenly appeared, but in Ye Xuanyang's view, it was clearer and more solid than before.

"It's settled!" Wuyue's lips opened gently, and a fixed word blurted out, and the blood dragon was fixed on the spot, with an angry face and staring at Wuyue with fire in his eyes.

"I said! You are still so irritable after all these years!" Wuyue was so stared at by the blood dragon. Knowing that he was wrong, he touched his nose and said.

"Hmm! It's all thanks to you!" The blood dragon snorted coldly and said.

"Okay! I know what happened back then was wrong! I'm here to apologize to you!" As Wuyue said, she bowed down and made a deep bow.

The blood dragon tilted its neck, snorted coldly, and did not look at him.

"Listen to me! I don't know what era the outside world is now! How long has it been since the age outside?" Speaking of business, Wuyue's face was serious: "You woke up outside, and you should have heard something. All the Shinto figures have disappeared in the martial arts continent!"

"Not bad! It is said that there have been no divine warriors in the outside world for thousands of years!" Hearing Wuyue say this, the blood dragon was no longer entangled in that matter and responded, "You should know something!"

"Not bad! I know this! And it has a lot to do with us!" When Wuyue said this, her face turned pale and then said, "It was caused by the incident that I killed you and sealed your soul in the Qinglong Sword! Of course, that's just an inducement!"

ps: Continue to collect...