Chapter 1084 Go Fight

"Did there really exist a Pangshan Old Ancestor Peak in the past?" The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children asked such a question. She stood on the ridge, like a lonely tree, but there was actually a person standing next to her.

Yang Qingyin looked into the mountain and was surprised to find that she could not find the exact location of the Old Ancestor Peak.

When the Demon Fire Mountain destroyed the main peak of Pangshan, it left a long gully in the mountains, which became a mark. The Taoist priest of Pangshan was able to determine the location of the old place by comparing the gully with the peaks on both sides, but the catastrophe of the five elements disrupted everything. The gully was intermittent, and the mountains were up and down. Yang Qingyin could only point out the approximate direction after searching the memories in her mind.

"Of course, it is in the memories of many people, including me." She was not convinced, and her eyes were still moving. In the sky, the black phoenix was circling and dancing, conveying the scene to the Spirit King.

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children laughed softly for a while, as if she had heard a subtle pun. Others were still confused, but she had already understood it tacitly. However, there was no one around, and there was no cleverness in Yang Qingyin's words, so the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children's laughter seemed a bit inappropriate. Even old friends who had known her for a long time found it difficult to get used to this kind of laughter, always thinking that they had said something wrong.

Yang Qingyin curled her lips, suddenly stretched out her arm, and pointed to a valley several miles away, "That's it, a little to the south is the location of Jinghu Village, and to the east is Zhiyong Institute and... Where is the Muma Valley? No, it's not here."

Yang Qingyin dropped her arm in disappointment.

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children laughed again, this time thinking of something else, "Do you think it is possible that a demon or a person practiced in a hidden place for many years and became a top master, but died before he was born?"

"How is it possible? The life span of practitioners is very long." Yang Qingyin was accustomed to the various strange ideas of the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children, but she couldn't agree with all of them.

"If the rumors are true, Kun Hun has practiced in the Demon Cave for more than 100,000 years. He can only leave the treasure and come to the world when the demon soul appears and the demon race shows signs of rising. More than 100,000 years. What if the Taoist sect finds other ways to eliminate the demon soul and the demon species during this period? Kun Hun will never come out, and no one will know of his existence."

"Well... there is such a possibility. Why talk about this? Anyway, Kun Hun has come out."

"You said that the Old Ancestor Peak is in the memory of many people. I wonder if the memory is so powerful that it can allow a destroyed mountain to continue. Existence, the strongest person in the world almost ceased to exist because no one remembered.

Yang Qingyin was stunned. She thought that she would probably never be able to see through the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children. The strength of this female demon was not strong or weak. The words she said seemed to have a deep meaning, but it also seemed to be just a joke. No one could be sure. The many descendants of the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children simply gave up guessing and didn't think about it at all except the literal meaning.

Yang Qingyin couldn't control her thoughts, "Yin Buchen said he was in Duanliu City and that he had lost his previous memories. Are you reminding me that his existence depends on my memory?"

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children lowered her head, with a hint of surprise on her face, "It's just a casual chat. You don't have to link everything to Mu Xingqiu, right?"

Yang Qingyin smiled, and her thoughts had already gone south.

"Since you are talking about Mu Xingqiu, there is something I have always been curious about."

"Yeah."

"You and him only had that one time, right? Then there was Mu Dong'er. "

Yang Qingyin's face flushed, and no matter how far her thoughts had flown, they all returned in an instant, "Is this what you're curious about?"

"Of course, I've given birth to countless descendants, but not once, they're all..."

Yang Qingyin was once criticized for creating a special magic weapon on Wandi Mountain, but compared to the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children, she was a conservative person, and hurriedly interrupted the banshee's words, "No need to go on, I'm not interested."

"I haven't said what I'm really interested in yet."

Yang Qingyin hesitated for a while, "It has nothing to do with your giving birth to descendants, right?"

"No, that's just idle talk. I want to ask, what's so special about Mu Xingqiu that you care so much about him, and you won't forget him for so many years?"

Yang Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief, and then found that this question was not easy to answer at all. In her heart, there were countless reasons, each of which could convince her, but none of them could convince bystanders.

"Are you still thinking about it?" asked the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll take a look at the scenery. "

The past slowly flowed through Yang Qingyin's mind. Some scenes flashed very quickly, while others were like pebbles at the bottom of the river, refusing to flow away with the current.

She remembered the time after the collapse of the Old Ancestor Peak. They had experienced adventures again and again, and their relationship became closer and closer. They began to show signs of being lovers, but more of a comradeship of mutual trust.

She remembered the time when she lost her memory. At that time, she couldn't remember who Mu Xingqiu was, but there was always an unfillable gap in her heart. When she recovered her memory and finally filled the gap, she could never forget it again, but this still couldn't convince bystanders. The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children would probably say that it was more like a spell...

"You've been thinking about it for too long." The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Children spoke at this time, "So long that I doubt whether you really care about Mu Xingqiu."

Yang Qingyin laughed a few times, and then said seriously: "I just like him, there is no reason. I can change my mind, but he can't. I have waited for so many years, and I don't want his thanks or his promises, I just want his heart and his memory. Losing his memory is a good excuse - then I will carve another memory in his heart."

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons swayed with laughter, like a willow in the wind, and then she pointed at the phoenix in the sky, "Someone is peeking at you from afar. King Ling, go, fight, and take back Mu Xingqiu. If you can abandon him after winning, I will admire you even more."

"I don't want your admiration." Yang Qingyin and the Black Phoenix were in tune with each other, but they didn't notice the external magic. The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons often said some weird things, and Yang Qingyin didn't care much, "Aren't you going to Duanliu City with me?"

"Speed ​​is the essence of war. You have to go first and go to Duanliu City as fast as you can. I will follow with the army."

"I'm not in such a hurry. The information from Yin Bushen can't be taken too seriously. Maybe he has surrendered to someone else and is setting a trap for us."

"Then you have to go ahead and explore the way for us." The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons pushed Yang Qingyin's shoulder twice with her slender fingers.

The weirdness of the Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons is self-evident. She made more mistakes than accurate predictions. Every time her predictions were proven wrong, she would claim that the previous words were all jokes. However, she did make very forward-looking judgments on several particularly important things, so Yang Qingyin would rather believe her.

"Okay." Yang Qingyin stretched out her arm to the Black Phoenix in the sky, ready to work together to perform the teleportation technique, and then fly normally. It was not long after dawn, and they could reach Duanliu City before dark. "If you meet Dong'er, beat him up for me."

"If you have to carve another memory in Mu Xingqiu's heart, add me in it." The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons said.

The Black Phoenix fell from the sky, and when it was still more than a hundred feet above the ground, it disappeared at the same time as Yang Qingyin on the ground.

The Holy Mother of Ten Thousand Sons staggered down the mountain and walked towards the military camp stationed in the mountains.

The Black Phoenix led the way, and Yang Qingyin followed behind. They had performed teleportation once, and they needed to rest for a while before performing it again. This was not an escape, nor was it a real battlefield. There was no need to be too anxious.

Yang Qingyin was not as tough as she appeared. In fact, the closer she got to Broken Flow City, the more she worried. She even became anxious and postponed her next teleportation. She knew that many things might disappoint her on this trip to Broken Flow City: Mu Xingqiu might not be there at all, and might not remember her at all. The so-called engraving of another memory was just a joke. There was no such spell in the world...

It was long after nightfall that Yang Qingyin and Black Phoenix saw Broken Flow City from afar in the darkness.

The frozen city shone brightly under the starlight, like a huge crystal, but all its light added together could not match another light source nearby.

Black Phoenix sensed the intention of the Spirit King, flapped its wings and rose high into the sky. Standing above, Yang Qingyin stopped flying and looked at the two tall mirrors on the sunset lake.

The two mirrors were very close and slightly tilted, like two people standing side by side turning their heads to stare at each other.

The powerful spells emanated from the mirrors, which was obviously a warning to all outsiders.

Yang Qingyin did not contact Yin Buchen. She had never been particularly trusting of this half-demon.

The Black Phoenix above sent a message. While the Spirit King was concentrating on the two mirrors, the Black Phoenix was responsible for guarding the surroundings. She found something wrong in the east.

Yang Qingyin and the Black Phoenix flew silently to the east. Not long after, they saw a strange scene in the frozen river: the half-demon Yin Buchen was practicing the method of refining beasts with a group of furry short monsters, while thinking and slowly dancing their limbs.

The Black Phoenix shot out a feather and quickly flew to the air dozens of feet above Yin Buchen's head.

Yin Buchen immediately woke up, spread his arms, summoned the demon staff and demon head in his hands, and dozens of ground monkeys quickly stood on both sides, like long wings.

"Who?" Yin Buchen shouted and immediately recognized the origin of the feather, "Black Phoenix? Haha, long time no see... Is the Spirit King here too? You guys are here really fast."

Yin Buchen looked up and looked around, but only saw feathers, no human figures.

"Yin Buchen." A voice came from the feathers.

Yin Buchen recognized who it was and smiled, "Sure enough, it's the Spirit King. Where are you? Come out quickly, I'll take you to see the Taoist Master."

"No hurry."

"Ah? Okay." Yin Buchen put away the magic weapon and turned around on the spot, "Please forgive me, Spirit King, I won't salute you. Before dark, I just made a vow to restore my identity as the son of the Dragon King. From now on, I will no longer cling to any strong man, nor bow to the strong."

A sneer came from the feathers, but the voice was obviously not from the Spirit King.

"Black Phoenix, don't you believe it? To be honest, I don't believe it myself, but I have to give it a try to see how long I can hold on."

The voice of the Spirit King came from the feathers again, "Yin Buchen, whose two mirrors are outside the Duanliu City?"

"Didn't the Spirit King recognize it? Those are mirrors transformed by the Great Bright Mirror. There are two rooms inside. It's a pity that I haven't been in. The owner of the Great Bright Mirror..." Yin Buchen suddenly realized that he had omitted an extremely important thing when he contacted the Spirit King before, "It's, it's Qin Lingshuang, the Taoist Qin."

Yang Qingyin understood why she was so uneasy. Since they parted in Yelin Town, she knew that she would meet Qin Lingshuang again sooner or later.