Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 918 Female?

Yan Xiangcheng paused for a moment, as if to give Mr. Huang time to react, and then continued to follow the thread towards the huge heart in the center of the cave cave.

Huang Lao came back to his senses slightly and followed with a frown. As it gets closer, the heart becomes bigger and bigger. In front of it, Mr. Huang is like a human compared to an ant. One can imagine the size of the owner of this thing.

When he was almost close, Yan Xiangcheng suddenly stopped. As his spiritual light moved slightly again, the silk threads like a bridge under his feet quickly spread out and woven into a red blanket under the two people's feet.

"Now that the catastrophe is coming, this place has also been seriously affected. This is all we can do. The reception is not good, I hope Mr. Huang will forgive me." Yan Xiangcheng stood on the red carpet and said to Mr. Huang apologetically.

Zhang Deming's entire mind was attracted by the weird heart in front of him, and he had no time to care about etiquette. He looked at his heart and asked with a solemn expression: "Your master...?"

Yan Xiangcheng did not reply, but quickly made a hand seal. Following his movements, below the cave cave, under the ground composed of blood vessels, a faint spiritual light flickered out through the gaps in the blood vessels.

Zhang Deming could sense that there should be a shocking formation in the entire cave hall, but now it was completely blocked by blood vessels.

The aura is a little illusory, probably because it has been too long and the sealed object has been severely worn. It may also be that the blood vessels on the ground are too thick, making it difficult for spiritual light to project.

After waiting for a short moment, the aura spread from all around and gathered at the heart. Countless auras slowly emerged, and an illusory giant tree slowly emerged, shrouding the heart.

Giant trees cover the sky, like ancient trees holding up the sky. What's even more weird is that the trees are pure white, with an ultimate purifying aura. In such a dirty place, there is a sharp contrast, which makes the environment somewhat fragmented.

At the same time, at the moment when the shadow of the giant tree took shape, Zhang Deming clearly felt that in his spiritual cultivation space, in the core area of ​​the treasure area separated by him, there was a small grid where his most Apex Level treasure was stored. , the only remaining leaf jumped as the illusory giant tree took shape.

"Um?"

He felt it instantly, and his consciousness immediately checked the past.

In the storage compartment of the spiritual cultivation space, in a small box with countless layers of seals, a white leaf was exuding the purest light of evolution.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Deming was a little stunned. This was one of the few Apex Level materials he had. He had obtained the seven-star spiritual material when he was exploring the Twelve Hour Realm and cleaning up the core teleportation area of ​​the Jade Rabbit Realm.

The leaves of the laurel tree, the nine-star Apex Level sacred tree, and the Apex Level spiritual roots in the Purification Path are among the most Apex Level evolution path materials in the world today.

"Could it be..."

Thinking of something, Huang Lao opened his eyes wide and looked at the illusory ancient tree that was slowly taking shape in front of him. The pure aura was incompatible with the filthy atmosphere around him, and he said in horror: "The ancient Apex Level spiritual root - laurel?"

"In today's world, one can still recognize Laurel at a glance. Could it be that Fellow Daoist is really an old friend?"

While Huang Lao was horrified, an old woman's voice sounded. At the same time, under the shadow of the giant laurel tree, at the core of the tree trunk, countless spiritual lights gathered, and a stooped old woman condensed out.

The old woman was wearing plain blue clothes, which were a bit simple and old. Her face was old, her back was a bit hunched, and she held a crutch like a tree root in her hand, which seemed to be a branch cut off at random.

In terms of appearance alone, the other party looks extremely ordinary, like an eighty-year-old woman. The only thing that stands out is her silky black hair, which does not fit her image.

At this moment, the old woman looked slightly confused and kept looking at Mr. Huang up and down. After hearing this, Mr. Huang came back to his senses slightly, looked at the condensed old woman, and was stunned for a moment.

'female? So it’s different from what I guessed. It’s not Yue Lao, or Yue Lao’s trick? '

‘That’s not right. According to the relevant records of the Hongmeng Sacred Land, although the Laurel Tree was destroyed in the third era of Ragnarok, it was controlled by Yue Lao from the beginning to the end, right? '

‘Is there an error in the record? Yue Lao is a woman? '

‘Girlized version? Yue Niang? '

Huang Lao's mind was spinning. With a slight doubt on his face, he looked at the old woman and said, "Who are you?"

The old woman who was looking at Mr. Huang was slightly stunned when she heard such a question. Then she looked at Mr. Huang and answered the question:

"Originally, I heard Xiao Yan talk about something about Fellow Daoist. I heard that Fellow Daoist was an orphan from the Divine Court in those days, and Xiao Yan's description of the alliance reminded me of the Divine Court in those days.

I thought it was someone who left the handwriting, or some old friend who I don’t know survived, so I invited Fellow Daoist to come and talk about it. Now it seems that Fellow Daoist is not an old friend from back then? "

Yan Xiangcheng, who was listening with his head lowered, was slightly startled, glanced at Mr. Huang, and made no other move.

'Um? What does this mean... Is she really an immortal from the age of the Divine Court? '

‘And he is also a well-known figure. As long as he is an immortal from the Divine Court, he should be able to spot him at a glance? '

‘Or maybe she was also one of the five people who escaped from the Central Immortal Palace? '

‘Is she really Yuelao? '

Huang Lao paused slightly when he heard the words and replied: "Lao Dao has never said that he is an ancient god. I only said that the roots of the Blue Sky Alliance originated from the Divine Court."

"Oh, really?" The old woman looked at Mr. Huang and said with a smile: "How come you don't even recognize me? Fellow Daoist, let's talk about real followers."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Huang frowned again and replied: "Senior, not to mention that it is very taboo to ask about someone's feet when we have just met. Senior has not introduced himself yet. It seems a little..."

Hearing this, the old woman looked at Huang Laojian, shook her head and said, "Isn't polite? You broke in here as the Lord of Lei Bu, so I should question you. Even if the old guy Wen Qingzhong is still alive, come here Now, I have to cross-examine you even if I should."

'Um? Wen Qingzhong? The leader of the Six Imperial Guards of the Lei Department? So this one is still a big shot? '

Huang Lao's heart flashed with lightning, and his mind gradually became tense, but he said without any stage fright: "Senior seems to have forgotten that it is no longer the era of the Divine Court. And if I remember correctly, senior brought me in, so why did I break in? ?”

"Haha, are you saying that I put on the wrong airs?" When the old woman heard this, she smiled and shook her head, as if she found Mr. Huang's words a bit funny.

"Well, no matter who you are, you came here and used the identity of the God of Thunder to sneak in. I have to take a look at the heel. After all... the goddess is unpredictable."

When Mr. Huang heard this, his whole body tensed up instantly, and his spiritual light flashed, and he said: "Why, senior wants to take action..."

"Chirp········"

"Strive for..."

Just when the situation was tense and on the verge of breaking out, a strange bird song accompanied by a clear piano sound made both Huang Lao and the old woman stunned.

'Um? Is this Lan Fuyao awake? '

A flash of lightning flashed in Mr. Huang's heart, but he did not immediately distract himself from entering the spirit-nurturing space to check. Instead, he concentrated on staring at the old woman in front of him. After all, she was most likely to belong to an ancient god.

The old woman was also stunned and looked at Mr. Huang in astonishment.

"This is..." The old woman looked dazed and waved gently to Mr. Huang.

When Mr. Huang saw this, although his whole body tensed up, he didn't feel any threat at all, and his spiritual sense didn't give any warning, so he suppressed the urge to take action.

As the old woman waved her hand, Huang Lao found that colorful light spots were overflowing from his body. As the light spots overflowed, they slowly gathered into a huge golden bird behind him.

‘Is this... the aura of the Golden Crow inheritance? '

Yes, this is exactly the aura of inheritance that I received in Tianyu Baiyue City and underground of Tianyu General Hospital.

And as the golden giant birds behind Huang Lao gathered together, there seemed to be several extremely blurry figures standing side by side next to the giant birds, but they were too blurry and could not be seen at all. It was not even clear whether they were humanoid or humanoid. What.

Looking at this scene, Mr. Huang frowned slightly: 'What kind of method is this? Can the aura of the incarnation be seen? Or is it because of what Lan Fuyao did just now? '

At this moment, the old woman looked at the giant bird, a little stunned, with a sad expression, but also a little respect, and many complicated emotions. She felt indescribable loneliness in a trance.

"Emperor's daughter? Emperor...?"

As the old woman murmured to herself, she seemed to be caught up in some distant memory, but there was a little red light shining in her cloudy eyes.

Mr. Huang looked at the old woman without speaking, and Yan Xiangcheng lowered his head, showing no intention of speaking.

Just like that, the entire hall suddenly fell into silence.

Such silence only lasted for a few breaths.

"Um!"

Suddenly, the old woman's illusory figure shook, and she let out a muffled groan, and the flashing red light in her eyes gradually receded. Her whole body shook, trembling, and seemed a little unsteady.

From the looks of it, she was not just reminiscing in a daze, she was probably also calculating something.

"Master!" Yan Xiangcheng said nervously.

Mr. Huang frowned and looked at the old woman. Although he didn't feel any probing, it was obvious that this old thing had done something just now.

"It doesn't matter." The old woman stabilized her figure and said, "It's just that I overestimated my capabilities and wanted to see something clearly. The emperor's methods are indeed beyond my ability to see."

As the old woman waved her hands and spoke, she looked up at Mr. Huang again, and said in a daze again: "So, it seems that my eyesight is really stupid. You are right to say that you are an orphan."

Huang Lao was already confused at this moment. But he is no longer the novice he was back then. Based on the known information and the few words he just said, he can probably guess something.

Of course, this is obviously not the time to ask this. Seeing that the atmosphere had calmed down, Mr. Huang bowed again and asked, "If I remember correctly, the senior has not answered the junior's question? Is the senior an ancient god?"

(End of chapter)