Chapter 918 Female?

Yan Xiangcheng paused for a moment, as if to give Huang Lao time to react, and then continued to walk along the silk thread towards the huge heart in the center of the cave.

Huang Lao came back to his senses slightly, and followed with a frown. As it got closer, the heart became bigger and bigger. In front of it, Huang Lao was like a contrast between a man and an ant. As you can imagine, the size of the owner of this thing.

When he was almost close, Yan Xiangcheng stopped suddenly, and as his aura moved slightly again, the silk threads under his feet spread out like a bridge, and woven into a red blanket under their feet.

"Now that the catastrophe is going on, this place has also been seriously affected, so that's all we can do. The reception is not good, and we hope Huang Lao will be happy." Standing on the red carpet, Yan Xiangcheng said to Huang Lao with a little apology.

All Zhang Deming's mind was attracted by the weird heart in front of him, and he didn't have time to care about etiquette at all. He looked at the heart, with a dignified expression, and asked: "Your master...?"

Yan Xiangcheng didn't reply, but made quick moves. Following his movements, under the cave, under the ground made up of blood vessels, faint spiritual light flashed out through the gaps in the blood vessels.

Zhang Deming could perceive that there should be a shocking formation in the entire cave hall, but now it is all blocked by blood vessels.

The aura is a little illusory, it should be because the time is too long, and the sealed item is severely worn. It may also be that the blood vessels on the ground are too thick, making it difficult to project spiritual light.

After waiting for a short while, the aura spread from all around, gathered at the heart, and slowly emerged countless auras, and an illusory giant tree slowly emerged, covering the heart.

The giant tree covered the sky, like an ancient tree holding up the sky, and what was even more strange was that the tree was pure white, carrying an extremely purifying aura. In such a filthy place, there is a sharp contrast, which makes the environment somewhat fragmented.

At the same time, at the moment when the phantom of the giant tree took shape, Zhang Deming clearly felt that in the core area of ​​the treasure area separated by him in his spiritual cultivation space, in a small grid for storing his top treasures, only A preserved leaf jumped as the illusory giant tree took shape.

"Um?"

He felt it instantly, and his consciousness immediately checked the past.

In the storage compartment of the spirit cultivation space, in a small box that has been sealed by countless layers, at this moment a white leaf is emitting the purest light of evolution.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Deming was a little astonished. This was one of the few top-level materials he had, the seven-star spiritual material he obtained when he was exploring the Twelve Hours Realm and clearing the core transmission area of ​​the Jade Rabbit Realm.

The leaves from the top nine-star sacred tree—laurel tree, the top spiritual root in the purification path, belong to the top evolutionary path material in the world today.

"Could it be..."

Thinking of something, Huang Lao opened his eyes wide and looked at the illusory ancient tree that was slowly taking shape in front of him. The pure aura that was incompatible with the filthy aura around him said in horror: "The top spiritual root in ancient times—laurel?"

"In today's world, you can still recognize Yuegui at a glance. Could it be that fellow daoist is really an old friend?"

While Huang Lao was horrified, an old woman's voice sounded. At the same time, under the phantom shadow of the giant laurel tree, at the core of the trunk, where countless auras converged, a crooked old woman condensed out.

The old woman was wearing a blue plain dress. The clothes were a bit quaint and old, her face was old, her back was a little hunchback, and she held a crook like a tree root in her hand, which seemed to be a branch cut at random.

In terms of appearance alone, the other party looked very ordinary, like an eighty-year-old woman, the only thing that stood out was her silky black hair, which didn't quite fit her image.

At this moment, the old woman looked slightly puzzled, and kept looking Huang Lao up and down. Hearing the words, Mr. Huang regained his senses a little, looked at the condensed old woman, and was stunned for a moment.

'female? So it's different from what I guessed, it's not Yuelao, or Yuelao's tricks? '

'No, according to the relevant records of Hongmeng Holy Land, although the laurel tree was destroyed in the third era of Ragnarok, it was controlled by Yuelao from the beginning to the end, right? '

'Could it be that the record is wrong, Yuelao is a woman? '

'Girl version? Moon Mother? '

Huang Lao was thinking about it, with a slight doubt on his face, he looked at the old woman and said, "You are?"

The old lady who looked at Huang Lao was slightly taken aback when she heard such a question, then looked at Huang Lao, and answered the wrong question:

"Originally, I heard Xiaoyan say something about fellow daoist, and I heard that fellow daoist said that he was an orphan of Shenting back then, and Xiaoyan's description of the alliance reminded me of Shenting back then.

I thought it was someone who left the handwriting back then, or some old friend I don’t know who survived, so I brought the fellow daoist here to tell the story. Now, it seems that the fellow daoist is not the old man? "

Yan Xiangcheng, who was listening with his head down, was taken aback for a moment, took a sneak peek at Huang Lao, and made no other moves.

'Um? What do these words mean... Is she really an immortal from the age of the gods? '

‘And he’s a well-known figure, as long as he’s a god in the court, he should be able to spot that at a glance? '

‘Or she was also one of the five people who escaped from the Central Asgard? '

'Is she really old? '

Huang Lao paused for a moment, and replied: "The old Taoist never said that he is an ancient god. I only said that the root of the Blue Sky Alliance originated from the court of God."

"Oh, is that so?" The old woman looked at Huang Lao, and said with a smile, "How come you don't even know me? Fellow Daoist, let's talk about really following him."

Hearing this, Elder Huang frowned again, and replied, "Senior, not to mention that it's a very taboo question to ask someone's footsteps just after we meet. Senior hasn't introduced himself yet, so it seems a bit..."

The old woman heard the words, but looked at Huang Laojian, shook her head and said: "Impolite? You broke into here with the identity of Leibu Zhengshen, even if I questioned it, I should. Even if I heard that old thing Qingzhong is still alive, come here Now, I should and have to cross-examine."

'Um? Wen Qingzhong? The head of the Six Royals of Leibu? So this is still a big guy? '

There was a flash of lightning in Mrs. Huang's heart, and his mind gradually became tense, but he said without the slightest stage fright: "Senior seems to have forgotten that it is no longer the age of Shenting. And if I remember correctly, it was the senior who led me in. Why did I break in?" ?”

"Hehe, you mean I put on the wrong air?" The old woman smiled and shook her head when she heard the words, as if she found Huang Lao's words a little funny.

"Forget it, no matter who you are, you came here, and you used the identity of Leibu Zhengshen to sneak in here, I have to watch your footsteps anyway, after all... the goddess is unpredictable."

Hearing this, Elder Huang tensed up all over his body instantly, flashing with aura, and said, "Why, senior wants to do something..."

"Chirp..."

"Struggle..."

Just at the moment when the sword was on the verge of firing, a strange song of a bird accompanied by a crisp sound of a piano sounded, making Huang Lao and the old woman stunned.

'Um? This is, Lan Fuyao woke up? '

There was a flash of lightning in Huang Lao's heart, but he didn't immediately distract himself into the spirit cultivation space to check. Instead, he concentrated on staring at the old woman in front of him. After all, this was most likely an ancient god.

The old woman was also in a daze, looking at Huang Lao in astonishment.

"This is..." The old woman waved gently at Huang Lao with a dazed expression.

Seeing this, Mr. Huang felt tense all over, but he didn't feel the slightest threat, and his spiritual sense didn't warn him, so he suppressed the urge to strike.

With the old woman waving her hands, Huang Lao found that there were colorful light spots overflowing from his body. As the light spots overflowed, behind him, they slowly gathered into a huge golden giant bird.

‘Is this... the aura inherited by the Golden Crow? '

That's right, this is exactly the breath of inheritance received in Tianyu Baiyue City, underground of Tianyu General Hospital.

Moreover, as the giant golden bird behind Huang Lao gathered together, there seemed to be several extremely vague figures standing beside the giant bird, but they were too blurry to be seen clearly, and it was not even clear whether it was a human figure or a human figure. What.

Looking at this scene, Huang Lao frowned slightly: 'What kind of method is this, can the avatar still be seen? Or was it because of what Lan Fuyao did just now? '

At this moment, the old woman looked at the giant bird, a little stunned, but her expression was sad and respectful, and there were many complicated emotions, in a trance, indescribably lonely.

"Emperor? Emperor...?"

While the old woman muttered to herself, she seemed to be caught in some distant memory, but there was a little red light in her cloudy eyes.

Huang Lao looked at the old woman, but did not speak, and Yan Xiangcheng even lowered his head, not intending to speak at all.

Just like that, the whole hall suddenly fell into silence.

This silence lasted only a few breaths.

"Um!"

Suddenly, the illusory figure of the old woman swayed for a while, and let out a muffled groan, and the red light in her eyes gradually receded. She shook her whole body, trembling, and seemed a little unsteady.

From the looks of it, she wasn't just lost in memory just now, she should be deducing something.

"Master!" Yan Xiangcheng said nervously.

Huang Lao frowned and looked at the old woman. Although he didn't feel any investigation, it was obvious that this old thing did something just now.

"It's okay." The old woman stabilized her figure and said: "It's just that I want to see some things clearly. The means of the emperor and his old man are indeed beyond my ability to see."

While the old woman waved her hands and spoke, she raised her head to look at Huang Lao again, and said with a dazed expression again: "So, it seems that my eyesight is really stupid. You are right to say that you are an orphan."

At this moment, Mr. Huang was at a loss. But he is not the Xiaobai he was back then. Based on the known information and the few words he said just now, he can probably guess something.

Of course, this is obviously not the time to ask this. Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Elder Huang saluted again and asked, "If this junior remembers correctly, the senior hasn't answered the junior's question yet? Is the senior an ancient god?"