not good, immortal

Chapter 104 Dreamland
god?
The voice of the black shadow made Feng He's expression froze.

The torrential rain fell, and the pure beauty was silent for a moment, then Youyou raised a finger and said coldly:
"I'm not."

However, before she could take the life of the black shadow, a moon arc fell from the sky.

There was a flame soaring into the sky, the rain curtain seemed to be pulled away in an instant, and the sky began to clear from the place where the fire burned.

An inexplicable force actually lifted the shackles she had placed, and grabbed the black shadow into the air.

Actually want to escape!
Feng He flew to chase after him, his nimble figure stepping on the raindrops quickly, blocking the black shadow's path, and using his hand as a knife, slashed across the door in front of him.

Still slow.

Only the mask was cut in half and fell down. After that, a familiar eye looked at her for a moment, and the black shadow disappeared outside the barrier in an instant.

Where have you seen it?

Feng He didn't have time to think, without the maintenance of divine power, the barrier was broken in an instant.

She flew down, vigilantly spreading her consciousness away.

After a long time, it was finally confirmed that the black shadow was really fleeing away.

The rain stopped.

The red color faded from the girl's cold face.

The bright moon was shining brightly, and the round Su Ying revealed its true face again from behind the veil woven by the rain curtain.

In front of him, behind the crumbling mansion, the brightly lit city is no longer a golden silhouette, and the scenery from near to far becomes clearer.

Half of the mask was as white as jade, lying quietly in the mud all over the ground.

Feng He used his spiritual sense to probe again, and after confirming that there was no danger, he finally bent down to pick it up.

She held the remains of the mask in her hand and observed it for a while, but she couldn't tell what it was made of, only a faint smell of decay floated from above.

It smells really bad.

Is this... death?
The shadow behind the mask, isn't it a living thing?

Thinking of this, she hurried to the basement of the old house again.

Fortunately, with the protection of the power of the earth and spirit, the bone jar was safe and sound.

Feng He thought for a moment, thinking that the Moonborn either had limited manpower, or didn't know that this thing was here, otherwise the target tonight should not be only Yu Cong.

It was not until she inspected it carefully again that she discovered that the god who left the bone jar was indeed very powerful.

On the humble tank, there is a steady stream of spiritual power gushing out, constantly filling up the lost spiritual power in this "world".

Perhaps because of this, Qi An dared to put it here openly...

On Wuwangya on Yingzhou Island, the cage that imprisoned the dragon god may be related to Ji Chen's brand, but it is also due to the complementary divine power.

Feng He suddenly thought that, according to what Qi An said, in the past [-] years, every year when the moon is at its peak in the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is necessary to use a jade cong to stabilize the enchantment of Wuwangya.

And the black shadow who snatched the jade cong used Moon Soul again...

Feng He couldn't help guessing wildly, could it be that the ethnicity of Goddess Chang Xi had enmity with the new co-lord of heaven and earth?

Arguably, it shouldn't be.

Thousands of years ago, Moon Mother Chang Xi and Ri Yuxi were the wives of Emperor Jun of Heaven. In her memory, the two goddesses were each the queen of a country, and they did not come first and then first.

Although there are rumors that Emperor Jun and Goddess Xihe have a better relationship, and even have not returned to Weihai Qiong Palace in the Moon Kingdom for hundreds of years, but Fenghe knows very well that this legend must be false.

Although Mrs. Xihe is in charge of the calendar besides giving birth to the sun.

But Mrs. Chang Xi not only holds the authority of the moon god, but also the power of time. Because she was born in December, the human year is divided into December.

In contrast, it was once widely rumored in the heavens that Di Jun naturally loved Goddess Changxi more, and would not hesitate to disrupt the operation of the calendar for her.

Because of this, in the human world, every eighteen months, the shadow of the moon will block the brilliance of the sun.

If there is any dispute between these two ancient goddesses, no matter how you look at it, the goddess of the moon will win.

However, these old things, even for Feng He, are ancient things, most of them are heard, not personally seen.

All kinds of things like this are no longer testable.

and many more……

Feng He felt that there was a slight confusion in his memory——

Why did she remember that she and her master went to visit the goddess Xihe in ancient times when she gave birth to the ten golden crows?
So how many years ago was that supposed to come?

Five thousand?Eight lives?
Ji Chen's words echoed in her ears like thunder.

Since he is no longer hindered by Wu Wangya, he should go to him and ask for clarification.

The jade cong on the chest suddenly emitted a bright white light again, floating into the air, pulling her forward.

The atmosphere around the pot suddenly became frenzied, and the body of the pot began to shake unceasingly, and a dazzling light burst out from it, as if something had appeared.

Feng He didn't have time to react, and was pulled to the clay pot by that force.

Immediately, it became quiet again, and the light was quietly extinguished.

And the jade cong was still floating forward, the silk thread was pulling at her neck.

"Do you want me to look inside?"

Feng He asked the non-existent Qi Ling in a low voice.

Immediately, a green jade cong hung on the clay pot, as if answering her words.

Feng He suppressed the shred of timidity in his heart, and looked into the pot slightly, and sure enough, something appeared at the bottom of the clay pot.

wrong.

She took a closer look, and there was also a shadow below.

It seems to be very close, but also seems to be far away, staring at her through countless time and space.

Like... who's locked in there?
"It's you?"

Shadow asked, with an indescribably strange feeling in his voice.

It's so familiar, but I can't remember it.

Feng He's lips moved, and he found that he couldn't open his mouth.

There was a wind blowing from nowhere, and the scene in front of her suddenly changed.

The indigo sky is densely covered with countless nebulae, and the entire night sky is dimly shrouded in vain light.

On the high platform, fairy music fluttered, accompanied by countless people reciting the mantra in a low voice, and the blazing stars flew across the sky, instead of falling to the earth, they galloped away into the distance.

This is... an art against the sky?

Feng He wanted to go to the high platform to have a look, but found that he was imprisoned in the air by some kind of force. Although his body could not move at will, fortunately he could turn his head and look around.

"Look at the sky."

At this time, a gentle female voice sounded in her ears.

Feng He looked up as he said.

"Look, that's your destiny."

Except for the floating light, you can't see anything.

Just as Feng He wanted to ask, he heard a childish voice behind him.

"Fate...what is it?"

It turned out that the voice was not speaking to her.

"The star trails of Tianji City predict that after five thousand years, there will be a disaster in this world. My son will end the disaster and become the new master of this world."

The gentle mother was quite proud and explained patiently.

"I... am I that strong?" Zhizi seemed a little puzzled.

Feng He's heart trembled, why are these words so familiar?

"My son will be the greatest god in the world from now on, and my father has already arranged everything."

Tong Yin never answered.

The childish figure of Chui Tiaozi appeared in front of her eyes, his figure seemed to be covered by fog, it was extremely hazy, but he could vaguely distinguish that there was a turquoise jade ornament on his chest.

Cylindrical with a small hole in the middle...

Feng He tried hard to see clearly, but heard a sharp shout——

"Who dares to spy?"

(End of this chapter)