Chapter 562: The Simplicity of an Eighth-Rank Powerful Man

"Fairy, where should we start today?"

An old and evil voice sounded from the depths of the palace.

"Let me think about it, then start from the bottom up, hehehe..."

"Hmph, a thousand years have passed, and you don't have any new tricks?" A cold female voice like an orchid in the valley sounded.

Faced with the ridicule of the female voice, the old man did not get angry, but smiled: "Girl, what do you know? The moves don't have to be old, as long as they work. Watch the moves!"

Then, the old man's dirty words sounded from the depths of the palace.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly when he heard it. Among the people he knew, the most perverted Zhao Hao was not so perverted. Why did he bring an explanation? Every move had to be explained in detail? The most important thing is that the woman had no reaction after a long time of fighting, and it seemed that she couldn't break the defense at all.

Who are the woman and the old man?

Shouldn't the Moon Palace be the residence of the Moon God? Could it be that the woman is the Moon God, and the old man is Bagui?

He had seen many strange gods, but he had never seen such an anthropomorphic strange god.

Or was it that the charm of the Moon God was so great that even the strange gods were not immune?

Kunlun Maggot seemed to sense Fang Xiu's doubts and explained: "My Lord, it should not be the Moon God and Bagui. Strange gods like Bagui are like angels. Although they have consciousness, they rarely use it. They all act according to instinct. Strange gods who are not in charge of Yinxie will basically not do such things. This kind of thing is very boring for them, and it is far less refreshing than eating a person."

Fang Xiu was thoughtful. Since it was not the Moon God and Bagui, who would break into the Moon Palace?

You must know that he was able to come here by relying on the virtualization. The danger of the ancient battlefield of gods and demons needs no further explanation. There is no second option for the seventh-level to enter here except death. Even if it is the eighth-level, it will die if you are not careful. This means that no matter how the two people inside are, being able to appear here is enough to show their strength, at least the eighth level.

Without thinking too much, Fang Xiu walked directly into the depths of the palace. There were broken walls and ruins everywhere. There were many broken moon-shaped utensils, emitting a faint glow, which should be used for lighting. There was also a huge incense burner that fell to the ground, with incense ashes scattered all over the ground, a broken screen, jade tables and chairs, etc. All the utensils had traces of being cut by swords and weapons, and it was obvious that there had been a great battle here.

The old man's dirty words were like a string of cannons, which had lasted for a whole stick of incense, and there was no repetition at all.

At this time, Fang Xiu finally came to the room where the sound came from. The door here was ajar, revealing a gap, and strands of cold air poured out from the door gap, as if it could freeze the soul.

He pushed open the door and walked in. He did not see the unbearable scene described by the old man, but saw two people sealed in ice coffins.

One was a woman in white clothes like snow, with fluttering clothes like a fairy from the Moon Palace, with skin as white as jade, eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as paintings, and long black hair like a waterfall. The most conspicuous thing was her forehead, with a crescent-shaped mark, which seemed to have some indescribable Taoist charm.

The other was an old man in a black python robe, with a childlike face and white hair, tall stature, and a majestic presence without anger, as if he had been in a high position for a long time.

Both of them had their eyes closed, lying motionless in the ice coffin, like two corpses, and their lips did not tremble, but the old man's Yin Xie's voice came clearly from the ice coffin.

"I didn't expect that the jailer of the dignified Xuyue Palace Master would be so smelly..." The old man's voice stopped abruptly.

"Who is it!?" The old man exclaimed.

Then Fang Xiu felt two powerful auras locking him tightly.

"What!? It's actually a junior who hasn't become an immortal yet. Has the restriction of the God Ruins dissipated? Can a fifth-level ordinary cultivator enter?" The old man in the black python robe said in surprise.

"My fellow Taoist, may I ask which sect you are from and how did you enter the God Ruins?" The fairy in white asked hurriedly. Although her tone was cold, she couldn't help but be anxious.

Strangely, when the two spoke, their eyes were still closed and their lips were not opened, but the sound came out.

Facing the questions of the two suspected eighth-level cultivators, Fang Xiu's expression was still calm, and he said lightly: "Who are you two? What are you doing here?"

Both of them were stunned, as if they didn't expect Fang Xiu to be so confident.

The old man suddenly laughed: "It seems that a thousand years have passed, and a junior like you doesn't even know me. Listen carefully, junior, I am Li Xinghe!"

The old man was very proud, as if the three words Li Xinghe were a name that resounded through the world, and he was expecting Fang Xiu to be terrified after hearing it.

However, Fang Xiu ignored him and turned to look at the woman in white in another ice coffin: "It's your turn."

Li Xinghe: "..."

The woman in white was silent for a moment: "Xuyue Palace, Jiang Mengyue."

"Okay, next question, what were you two doing just now?" Fang Xiu continued to ask.

"Young man, where did you come from, a mountain cultivator? You haven't even heard of my name?" Li Xinghe interrupted.

Fang Xiu glanced at him calmly and said calmly: "I don't like people interrupting me, understand?"

Li Xinghe paused for a moment, and then he was furious. For so many years, no one dared to talk to him like this. He almost had a tantrum, but when he thought that he was still trapped in the ice coffin and would need this kid later, he had to hold it back.

Jiang Mengyue seemed to realize that Fang Xiu was not an ordinary cultivator, and now he needed help from others, so he quickly answered the question.

"It was this devil who just insulted me with words. We have both been trapped in the ice coffin for a thousand years. During the millennium, we have been trying our best to regain our strength and strive to escape as soon as possible. He and I are life-and-death enemies. In order to prevent I recovered faster than him and got out of trouble early to kill him, so he would disturb my mind with dirty words every few days."

Fang Xiu frowned slightly. This was something he didn't expect. He originally thought that a demon imprisoned a fairy in the palace and tortured her day and night, but he didn't expect that it was just oral pleasure.

Before he came to the other side to look for the kingdom of God, he had imagined what a battle between high-level experts would be like. But now when he saw it, he found it to be so simple and unpretentious.

Disturbing the mind is not the use of fairy sounds, magic words or soul-stirring methods, but the simplest bad mouth.

This suddenly made him doubt the strength of Jiang Mengyue and Li Xinghe.

But up close, the two of them were definitely at the eighth level. It seemed that the ice coffin was limiting their performance.

(late)