The snake demon husband is hard on the bow

"Well, the more you don't tell me, the more I want to know, but you tell me everything. I have no curiosity, so I stopped thinking, and I will gradually forget it." Du Yuanyuan replied, and immediately there was no other person in his heart. Thinking, afraid of being accidentally read by the river god again.

"Mo Qingye is the patron saint of the Kongdong mirror, but he is not satisfied with his position." Wei Ran blinked, "He has always been hostile to the fairy world, probably because of his background."

"So Fu Rong has a good relationship with his mother?" Du Yuanyuan asked thoughtfully.

"When we first met, it wasn't you and me, but later, under the pressure of various parties, Fu Rong gradually became indifferent to the Lich Princess, and finally buried her with his own hands."

"What!" Du Yuanyuan opened his mouth in surprise, "You mean, Mo Qingye's father killed his mother?"

"It can also be said that although Fu Rong's hands were not stained with blood, but if there is no order from him, who would dare to touch his beloved wife in the heavens and even the Eastern Tibet Continent."

"No wonder." Du Yuanyuan sighed heavily, "Then Fu Lingxiao and Mo Qingye will come first."

"Since Fu Lingxiao was born first, Fu Rong also grew tired of his mother for a long time, so he became distracted, and it became his fault in this life."

"By the way, Fu Lingxiao was summoned by the Emperor of Heaven." Du Yuanyuan suddenly thought.

"No, I didn't see him, what's the matter." Wei Ran was puzzled.

"It's okay, just ask by the way." Du Yuanyuan felt anxious for a while, most likely Fu Lingxiao went to Fanluo Mountain to look for Mo Qingye, the fragments are with him, and Qingye has that stubborn temper again, alas!At that time, the scenery ahead suddenly changed in vain. It would still be full of greenery, high mountains and flowing water. In an instant, it became desolate and barren, without any grass.

"Why... look." Du Yuanyuan pointed to the area below, very shocked.

The God of the River's face was flat, seemingly disappointed, "Beihuang is like this."

Looking down, the land under my feet was gloomy, the dark soil was dry and barren, and there was no human habitation for thousands of miles. On the dark ground, sporadic flames were burning, as if a brutal war had just happened here.In this uninhabited area, withered trees and vines can be seen occasionally at a distance of a thousand meters. The dead branches and leaves twisted and stretched out to the sky, telling their struggles before they died.

For some reason, it makes people feel sad.

Du Yuanyuan stood up and said, "Are we going down now?"

"Go further." The God of the River also stood up, "We are landing in the capital of the Northern Wilderness."

"Can you really make this land full of business again, with dead trees in spring?" Du Yuanyuan looked at him and asked.

"With my own strength, it may be difficult to do it, but it is not impossible to gather the power of the gods of the upper world."

"I hope so." Du Yuanyuan said in a deep voice. Seeing the barrenness and decay of the world, he felt very uncomfortable. Those ordinary people didn't know the entanglement between the fairy and ghost realms and these unclear grievances. They ignorantly prayed for the blessing of the gods, but they couldn't see the gods in front of them.

Dawa, the capital of the Northern Wilderness, is also in a state of desolation at the moment. Most of the residents have fled from the city, leaving a dying empty city facing the sky alone.There were broken walls everywhere, and the dilapidated and dilapidated city walls were gradually shrouded in the sinking night. They landed on the main street in the city, and the River God looked around for a moment, with worried eyes.

Overturned tents and broken dishes can be seen sporadically. A few skinny horses are looking for food everywhere, but there is nothing but burnt dry branches.Seeing this, Du Yuanyuan asked, "Are the residents here indigenous?"

"The residents of the Northern Wilderness are good at riding and shooting." The God of the River said slowly, "But no matter how powerful the race is, it cannot withstand Wuming's repeated disturbances. One side is a ghost and the other is a human. How can they resist."

"I didn't see any ghosts either." Du Yuanyuan looked around.

"It's not dark yet, when the moon rises, you can see it." Wei Ran said with a smile, "Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid." Du Yuanyuan shook his head and chuckled, "Sometimes people are scarier than ghosts."

The God of the River seemed unable to fully understand the meaning of his words, but nodded slightly, and said, "Let's go west and see if we can meet the surviving common people."

"Well, where's the real Miyuan, hasn't arrived yet?" Du Yuanyuan asked closely following the footsteps of the God of the River.

"He has his duties." Wei Ran explained, "Reverend Miyuan is the High Priest of the Upper Realm, who focuses on divination of celestial phenomena, secret numbers of the five elements, can defy the wind and rain, and predict the future."

"So powerful." Du Yuanyuan was quite impressed.

"I'm not bad." River God glanced at him, "Xiao Cheng, you always fail to see my good points."