At Yuebai Lake on Yanbo Island, Yun Xiao raised her head and saw the sun above her head sinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then on the other side, the moon was climbing symmetrically at the same speed until the moon completely replaced the sun in the sky.

In the center, the surroundings are also turning into darkness little by little under this incredible alternation of day and night.

The moon-white flowers glowed with a cold white light under the night cover, making the entire lake look sparkling. There were rustling sounds all around, and I didn't know what kind of strange spiritual beast was shuttled between the flowers.

The two hibiscus spirits Xinglu and Xingxian were still waiting by the lake with their clothes and towels. When they saw her getting up, they quickly handed over a clean blanket.

Xing Lu happily circled around her, wiping the water off her body. She was not surprised at all by the sudden darkness. As usual, she picked up the lantern that had been prepared nearby and used magic to light the candle in the middle.

Huo raised his head, suddenly showed a look of joy, and whispered: "Wow, your wound is healed!"

Yun Xiao put on her clothes and after hearing her words, she inadvertently touched her bruised body with her fingers and smiled.

When she came out of the Moon White Lake for the seventh time, the needle holes left on her body due to the Soul Dividing Technique had begun to disappear. After the sixteenth time, the bruises left by the Earthbound Spirit's fall gradually improved, and

This is the thirty-third time she has come here according to King Lie's instructions. Not only have the broken bones in her body finally healed, but even those fire-colored feathers have miraculously detached from her skin. The only scar that cannot be erased now is from her death eight years ago.

The remaining sword wounds.

She touched the wound lightly, and although it was still brand new, she really couldn't feel the pain.

This was the first time she felt like she was back to a normal person since her physical abnormality eight years ago.

As expected of Lie Wang Zisu, who inherited the inheritance of the Lieshan Shennong clan, she actually gave her the illusion that everything would get better.

"Don't relax!" Xingxian came over, his little face tightened, and reminded her seriously, "You must continue to listen to the master, take good care of yourself, and then sleep well."

"Yes, yes, I obey." Yun Xiao couldn't help but laugh along with the lovely Hua Ling. She leaned over and touched Hua Ling's head. She felt tired and began to flow out uncontrollably. Although this unheard-of alternation between day and night was strange,

, but it actually makes people feel more and more sleepy, as if a whole day has really passed in an instant.

It is said that there is a magic to control time in the heavenly realm. As one of the twelve gods, Lie Wang Zisu must have used some method to make Yanbo Island present such an inexplicable scene, right?

The moon-white flowers sway, automatically without wind, blowing their unique spiritual power to other places like the wind.

Lie Wang Zisu was walking through her medicinal field with a small kettle when suddenly a surge of spiritual power came from high in the sky. She stopped what she was doing and looked over with a frown. The golden light arrow only shot one arrow, and the divine shadow noticed it.

The breath of fellow practitioners dispersed with a slight nod and bow.

The next moment, a man dressed in ink suddenly appeared in front of her. Before he could say hello, Zisu's face sank, and he pointed outside and cursed angrily: "You, get out quickly! You stepped on my medicinal materials!"

"Uh..." The other person lowered his head in embarrassment. His steps were actually very light. Although it looked like he was stepping on the medicine, he was actually just floating like a ghost.

In the medicine field is a rare black tea plant, which looks a little mysterious in the moonlight.

Before he could explain clearly, Zisu grabbed the other party's sleeves and dragged him out, throwing him aside unceremoniously. She rolled her eyes at him angrily and complained in a murmur:

"Even you want to waste the precious medicinal materials that I have carefully planted for a long time. This is black tea. I have planted it for six hundred years and it will bloom soon. Don't step on it!"

"What do you mean, even me? It's rare for me to come to you this time." The Ghost King smiled and quickly took the initiative to stay away from the medicine field, but his nose had already smelled the unique fragrance of moon-white flowers in the breeze, and said calmly, "It's so strong.

Fragrance, how much do you use at one time?"

Zi Su's face was not good-looking at first, but when he deliberately asked this question, she became even more annoyed: "Knowingly asking, she has to use nearly ten thousand of my moon white flowers every time. It would be fine if she could cure the disease, but she only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.

It’s just relying on the spiritual power of Yuebaihua to forcefully extend his life. To put it nicely, it’s to save the world and save lives, but to put it badly, it’s just... it’s a complete waste!”

"Oh..." The Ghost King grinned, and was also amused by the other party's little gesture of pouting and wringing his hands, "You were talking about waste, but you gave it to her without even blinking?"

After speaking, he raised his head, stretched out a hand and pointed at the moon, and said with emotion: "The moon-white flowers grow slowly. They need to absorb the power from the remains of spiritual beasts. It takes hundreds of years to bloom. Although there are many moon-white flowers between the flowers,

But it’s been accumulated over many years, and you can’t afford to use it like this, so you use your divine power to activate the time on Yanbo Island to speed up the passage of time here so that the white moon flowers can bloom quickly, right?”

Zi Su raised her chin unconvinced, not wanting to admit that she was really moved by compassion, so she quickly explained: "Well, what can I do? I have to give Di Zhong this face, and I can't just die without saving him, right?

"

Mentioning the name of this familiar fellow practitioner, the Ghost King coughed a few times and asked, "Speaking of that guy, I've heard about it from Liaoyan, why isn't he here with you?"

"He left in a hurry and left without explaining many things clearly." Zi Su waved her hand and simply put the kettle back on the medicine shelf, worriedly, "He changed his appearance, and it looks like he has the same body.

I have coexisted, Shen Xuan, did you come here specifically for this matter?"

"Yeah." The Ghost King nodded calmly, "Liaoyan mentioned it to me, but I really haven't heard of the source of the "Five Storehouses of Wilderness Sutra", and I don't know anything about the methods mentioned in the book."

Zisu's eyes were blurry, he lowered his head and kept looking at his feet, muttering to himself: "You don't even know...then what should I do? Is it really impossible to save him?"

"Let's not talk about saving him or not. Just finding the remains of the ancient species is like looking for a needle in a haystack." The Ghost King shook his head quietly, sighed, and frowned, "If that ancient species was still alive, what would you do?

Kill him and get the skeleton? Di Zhong would rather die than save it. Do you think he will take the initiative to kill others and get his body back now?"

Zi Su was left speechless by the Ghost King's question. Shen Xuan took a step closer, coughed, and continued: "He inherited everything from Di Zhong. Unless he doesn't want to live anymore, ordinary people can't kill him, right? I'll give him another 10,000 yuan."

Step, even if he is really dead, there are thousands of floating islands in the sky, where can we find him?"

Zi Su stopped talking, and suddenly there were tears of reluctance in her eyes. Ever since she read about that method in the book, her excitement overridden her reason. She didn't even think carefully about the difficulties involved, and just started to think wildly.

I felt that I would definitely be able to bring Di Zhong back, but now that I really listened to Shen Xuan's analysis, it was like having a basin of cold water poured down my head, and I suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Shen Xuan just looked at the fellow practitioner indifferently, kindly reached out and patted her shoulder, and said slowly: "The most important thing is, where to find the fire of the divine bird?"

"Isn't it on Yanbo Island?" Hearing this question, Zisu wiped away her tears and forced herself to calm down, "The woman brought by Di Zhong has the fire of the divine bird. If it is to save the emperor,

Zhong, she shouldn’t object..."

"What will happen to her if she loses her fire?" Shen Xuan asked in a leisurely manner, without urging him. He saw the other party tilting his head and thinking very seriously, his face a little gloomy, and he bit his lip after a while.

He whispered, "The fire in her body has almost burned her to death. If it can be taken out, it should, probably, maybe... it will also be a relief for her, right?"

Shen Xuan pursed his lips and smiled, pinched King Lie's cheek gently, but the light in his eyes became more severe: "You are King Lie, you can't use such ambiguous words, maybe, maybe..."

Zi Su's face turned red when he said that, and she took a step back in shame and turned around. She had always admired the Lieshan Shennong clan, and even named herself "Lie King" to show her faith, but now she really said such a meaningless thing for her own selfishness.

According to the bastard words!

"Ahem..." Shen Xuan quickly pretended to cough to relieve the awkward atmosphere. Even though he didn't understand medical skills, he could roughly guess what Zisu was thinking now, and then said: "Don't worry, no matter if it's a member of the Divine Bird Clan,

It’s still an ancient species, and the information we can learn about it is too little, so it won’t be too late for me to do more research before making a decision.”

"Hmm... um." Zisu nodded cautiously. Shen Xuan looked around and asked curiously, "Where did Liaoyan go? She invited me here using the sound transmission technique, why did she disappear?"

Only then did Zisu raise her eyes again, and regained her usual high-spirited look. Her tears turned into a smile: "Tell her, she has been staying at night recently, and she asked me not to disturb her. She hasn't come out for a long time. She herself

There are still injuries on my body, and I can’t take good care of them.”

"Ye Zongzhi?" Shen Xuan felt a little strange in his heart and asked, "I remember Ye Zhizong treated travelers from all walks of life, right? What did she do there?"

"There have been no travelers on Yanbo Island recently. It is empty between the moon and the night." Zi Su spread her hands and shrugged helplessly, "In order to treat her illness, I have to manipulate time every day.

It circulates several times, and ordinary travelers can’t stand this alternation of day and night.”

Shen Xuan dragged his chin thoughtfully, with a faint anxiety in his heart - Liaoyan is the only one among them who has the power of prophecy. She has used this ability countless times to help fellow practitioners turn the tide and turn disaster into good.

He is a person who can truly sacrifice everything for all fellow practitioners.

She even saw the scene of the heaven falling to death, and since then, she has been silently paying attention to the eclipsed emperor star.

"Hey..." Shen Xuan sighed inexplicably, as if he was absent-minded, "I'll go see her."

"Hey, don't be kicked out, I can't save you..." Zi Su stuck out her tongue, feeling a little headache.

"It's okay." Shen Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he smiled softly - Liaoyan is a stubborn woman, always hoping to change something through herself, but the power of prophecy is not omnipotent, just like a doctor cannot heal himself.

In fact, power cannot really see the future of fellow practitioners.
Chapter completed!