Chapter 3939 Destiny

Mu Daoqi has changed at this moment!

His aura became better, giving people a feeling of being as immovable as a mountain. The fluctuations around his body that had not completely subsided exuded a feeling of heat that was like burning the sky and boiling the sea. A pair of eyes seemed to be able to burst into flames at any time. Overwhelm everything.

Mu Daoqi, who walked out of the room, immediately saw Ye Wuque standing on the opposite side of the building with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile. He immediately flashed and teleported not far in front of Ye Wuque.

"Benefactor!"

Mu Daoqi cupped his fists and saluted.

"Yes, it seems that you have gained a lot. Not only have you achieved a breakthrough in your cultivation, but your innate magical powers have also become stronger..."

Ye Wuque glanced over and sensed everything immediately, and said with a faint smile.

"Thanks to my benefactor for the Heavenly Saint Yin-Yang Pill, Dao Qi was able to break through! My benefactor is a great kindness, and Dao Qi will never forget it!"

Mu Daoqi spoke in a deep voice, with a deep sense of gratitude in his tone.

"Haha, now you can feel more confident about participating in the supreme event."

The following days became quiet again.

However, the internal protection of the Lord of Darkness still remains very tight, and he tries his best to search for any possible problems. The three ladies are all closely protected, as are Xuan Nishang and Xuan Yuanba, including the Dark World. There are thirty-three elder buildings in it.

In this state, no clues about the Ghost Ancestor were found, and there were no qualified personnel. Everything was no different from the past.

It seems that Ye Wuque's speculation is really unnecessary, and the ghost ancestor has been completely killed.

Ye Wuque stayed in Tingfeng Tower, quietly polishing his cultivation, and quietly waiting for news from Chen Muran.

With the help of the Heavenly Saint Yin-Yang Pill, the cultivation of the eighty-six divine springs has slowly and completely stabilized, and the surge of new power has been perfectly controlled by Ye Wuque.

In a flash, more than twenty days passed quietly in the blink of an eye.

This day, in the evening.

The sun has set early in the west after a hot day, and the remaining sunset seems to be reluctant to leave. The brilliant sunset colors the sky and the earth in a deep red, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

The roof of Tingfeng Tower.

Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, and Mu Daoqi stood silently behind him.

Looking at the brilliant sunset, the gentle breeze blowing, Ye Wuque's military robe hunting, and his hair flying, his eyes were looking at the other end of the horizon.

There, it is not dark yet, the sunset has not completely set, and a bright moon has quietly risen!

Because today is not like usual.

"Mooncake Festival……"

Looking at the not too obvious full moon, Ye Wuque's eyes slowly revealed a hint of trance.

"I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season..."

I gently recited this ancient poem that once came from the sky, and a sense of longing rippled in my heart.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In at most one hour, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival will be ushered in.

This is a day for family reunion, but for Ye Wuque, the Mid-Autumn Festival night stirred his thoughts.

My father and mother are still somewhat vague in my memory.

That Jiaoxue and all her friends under the starry sky.

The emptiness that leaves oneself.

…

Faces kept flashing through his mind, leaving Ye Wuque immersed in a faint melancholy.

The same was true for Mu Daoqi, with a hint of longing in his eyes.

"It won't be long before the moon reaches its zenith, and the Mid-Autumn Festival night is coming. Let's go get some good wine and good food. I won't have any sleep tonight. I won't come home until I'm drunk."

Ye Wuque's voice with a faint smile sounded beside Mu Daoqi, which disturbed Mu Daoqi's thoughts, but made Mu Daoqi also have a smile on his face. After making a respectful promise, he turned around to prepare.

Since you are wandering in a foreign country, far away from your relatives, loved ones and friends, don’t think too much about nights like this, just enjoy the moon quietly, drink happily, and forget all your worries for the time being!

However, at this moment, Ye Wuque twitched his eyebrows, turned his right hand, and the jade slip that communicated with Chen Muran appeared in his hand, glowing faintly!

"I hope it's good news..."

Ye Wuque spoke softly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. He placed the jade slip on his forehead, closed his eyes, and let the power of his soul pour into it.

"Elder, fortunately you have fulfilled your destiny!"

"Yesterday afternoon, I have successfully obtained a Zhulong Ice Magic Grass from a member of the Zhu family in Xuanzhou!"

"In order to ensure the safety of the Zhulong Ice Magic Grass, I have been hiding and guarding it carefully. I have just left the border of Xuanzhou. I will report to the elder when I leave!"

"Ten days! It will take up to ten days! I will be able to return to the Dark Hall headquarters smoothly and hand this candle dragon ice magic grass into your hands, elder!"

brush!

Ye Wuque's eyes opened, and there was a hint of joy that couldn't be hidden in them!

Chen Muran succeeded!

He really got a Zhulong Ice Magic Grass from the Xuanzhou Zhu Family!

"He is indeed a talent!"

Ye Wuque was also quite satisfied with Chen Muran. He went from the Dark Hall to the Zhu family in Xuanzhou and got the Zhulong Ice Magic Grass, back and forth, in just one month!

This is enough to prove Chen Muran's ability and means!

As a superior person, Ye Wuque naturally understands the principle of clear rewards and punishments. When Chen Muran actually hands the Zhulong Ice Magic Grass into his own hands, he will definitely not hesitate to reward him.

However, the content of the jade slip does not end here, there is more content later.

"Elder Qi, I have been keeping in mind the news of investigating Leng Yue Qinghui Lu."

"I think that the Zhu family who produced the Zhulong Ice Magic Grass may know some clues about Leng Yue Qinghui Dew. After all, the two heaven and earth spiritual plants are both yin and soft."

"So after successfully trading the Zhulong Ice Magic Grass, Beizhi invited this person to have a drink. When he was drunk, Beizi asked for clues about Leng Yue Qinghui Dew. Unfortunately, this person didn't know. But this person provided a piece of advice about Zhulong Ice Magic Grass and Leng Yue Qinghui Dew.”

"According to this person, a long time ago, an ancestor of their Zhu family once obtained a drop of Leng Yue Qinghui Dew and used it with Zhulong Ice Magic Grass to refine some kind of yin and soft elixir, but the result failed. ”

"The ancestor was extremely unwilling, and after careful study, he discovered that if Zhulong Ice Magic Grass and Leng Yue Qinghui Dew need to be used together, whether it is to make elixirs, swallow them directly, or use them to practice, both of them need to be at least For three to ten days of blending, soak the Candle Dragon Ice Magic Grass with Leng Yue Qinghui Dew.”

"It must not be used immediately, otherwise these two most yin and soft spiritual strains of heaven and earth will become ineffective and become waste."

"Looking at this person's condition and his satisfaction with the deal just concluded, I estimate that the credibility of this advice is 90%, and I am hereby summoning you to inform the elder."

The summons is now over.

Lengyue Qinghui Dew and Zhulong Ice Magic Grass cannot be used immediately!

Ye Wuque's eyes flickered, and it had to be said that this last piece of advice from Chen Muran was of great significance.

“I would rather believe that it exists than believe that it doesn’t exist!”

"In ten days at most, I will be able to obtain the Candle Dragon Ice Magic Grass. I have completed half of my goal and should be able to get there before the start of the supreme event..."

Ye Wuque was slightly excited.

At this moment, Mu Daoqi had returned, holding a large table filled with delicacies in one hand, and five jars of wine in the other hand.

A faint smile appeared on Ye Wuque's face.

Maybe the wine tonight will be more enjoyable!

Putting down the wine table, at Ye Wuque's request, Mu Daoqi also sat down, facing each other.

At this moment, it is not long before the Mid-Autumn Festival night.

Mu Daoqi opened a jar of wine, stood up and poured a glass for Ye Wuque first.

The crystal clear amber-like wine falls into the bowl, exuding a strong aroma of wine, which is refreshing.

Seeing this, Ye Wuque's eyes showed a hint of expectation.

But the next moment!

The expectation in Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly condensed!

Mu Daoqi, who was pouring the wine, suddenly stiffened, and the hand holding the wine jar trembled slightly!

Because at this moment, the same majestic and mighty voice sounded in both of their minds!

"Twenty breaths count down, the supreme event is about to begin..."

"Those who hold the supreme quota must make a decision within twenty breaths whether to enter the transmission channel to participate in the grand event!"

"This will determine your future... destiny!!"

"Once you make a choice, the result cannot be changed!"

"Twenty, nineteen, eighteen..."

The inner wrists of Ye Wuque and Mu Daoqi's right hands shined with a faint golden light at this moment, exuding an ancient and vast wave!

In the end, it fell off from the inner wrists of the two people and turned into two golden transmission channels, beating and shining!

At this moment, Ye Wuque's brows were already furrowed!

He miscalculated!

He never expected that the supreme event would start unexpectedly at this time!

There was no warning at all!

Chen Muran has just returned, and it will take at least ten days.

Once he participated in the supreme event, Ye Wuque had no guarantee that he would have the chance to come back!

That is to say!

This would mean that he would completely miss the Candle Dragon Ice Magic Grass that Chen Muran finally brought back after all the hard work!

"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen..."

The majestic voice of the countdown continued.

The golden transmission channel is jumping!

Ye Wuque must make a choice!