The Burial of the Fantasy City

With a hint of surprise, Mo Yu approached the enchantment, opposite the small ‘wall’ in his eyes.

The little boy kept patting the snow mountain enchantment, still shouting something in his mouth.

Mo Yu couldn’t hear what the little boy was saying, and he didn’t understand why the little boy was so excited.

Mo Yu is now level 9 (Metamorphosis Burial Heaven Realm), and he is not a person who knows the Tibetan Realm, so he can’t cross the Snow Mountain Enchantment to the other side.

The scene at this moment is like a pantomime.

After a few moments, Mo Yu smiled indifferently.

Squatting slightly, Mo Yu used his hand as a pen and wrote the number on the white snow: [Xiao Budian, who are you?] 】

Seeing this, the barren clear eyes at the other end of the enchantment widened, and then surprise appeared on his small face, he learned the appearance of ink rain, and wrote on the snow with his hand: [Big brother, my name is Barren Hao. ] 】

The little one is very polite.

Desolate?

I have seen several characters in fantasy stories, and Mo Yu already knows that “Ten Thousand Worlds” is a fusion of many fantasy stories and mythological stories. Therefore, when he learned Xiao Budian’s name, he immediately thought of the desolation in the ‘Immaculate World’.

Brushing off the handwriting on the ground, Mo Yu wrote down the number again: [Are you from a deserted village?] 】

A look of surprise appeared in Arahao’s eyes, and he wrote: [Big brother, how do you know that I am from a deserted village? 】

Mo Yu did not answer, but continued to write: [Is there still a scorched black willow tree in the deserted village? 】

The surprise in Huang Hao’s eyes was even greater, and he hurriedly brushed off the original handwriting, and then hurriedly wrote: [Big brother even knows this?! ] The willow god is the sacrificial spirit of the village. 】

At this point, Mo Yu was completely sure that the Desolate Hao in front of him was the son of luck in the ‘Immaculate World’, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor with unparalleled talent, born for cultivation, came in response to calamity, and had an extremely brilliant life, creating endless legends!

Although he was shocked in his heart, his face was Gu Jing Wubo. In the gaze of Desolate Hao, Mo Yu calmly wrote: [I have heard of the deserted village and the willow god in the village. 】

Ara Hao nodded abruptly, and he wrote: [So it is, no wonder the big brother knows. Big brother, are you the alien ‘ink rain’ in the announcement of “Ten Thousand Worlds”? 】

Mo Yu nodded slightly.

【It’s really you! 】 The so-called snow mountain is really the snow mountain at the east end of the deserted village! 】

[You came here to check it out after hearing the announcement of “Ten Thousand Worlds”? ] 】

[Yes, then I saw the scene where the big brother led the beast tide, gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and dispersed the beasts… I’ve been seeing it now]

Writing this, Ara Hao was suddenly startled, he looked up at the setting sun, and then quickly wrote: [I am so fascinated by the sight, I have forgotten the time. ] After coming out for so long, the patriarch grandfather and uncles should be worried. Big brother, I’m going back to the village, can I still come here to find you in the future?” 】

Mo Yu smiled lightly and wrote: [I may not be here in the next day or two, but in a few days, I will go through the enchantment to your side, and then I will go to the deserted village to find you]

【Great! Then, big brother remember to come to the deserted village, I’m leaving]

Getting up, Ara Hao waved at Mo Yu, and his young body swept from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Long.

Mo Yu opened his mouth and muttered, “I don’t know which son of luck in the fantasy novel I will meet next time, Xiao Han, Yefan, Ling Dong?” ”

After everything, I just wait for tomorrow to take ‘Snow Bamboo Grass’, return to the Yellow River Novice Village, and look for Xiao Chen in exchange for the “Heavenly Monument Xuanfa”.

Mo Yu sat down on the spot and began to close his eyes.

The sun sets and the night stars gradually emerge.

As time passed, the stars slowly receded until the rising sun rose from the east and “All Worlds” ushered in a new day.

“Whoosh! How did this emperor become an emperor?! ”

As soon as Mo Yu woke up from his state of stillness, he heard the Black Emperor’s cry of surprise. Mo Yu shook his head and chuckled, yesterday “Ten Thousand Worlds” cast ‘fairy liquid’, and of course the black emperor also obtained ‘fairy liquid’ into his body. All the beasts can break the shackles because of the ‘fairy spirit liquid’, and the black emperor, who has been stuck in the Emperor Extreme Realm for a full month, can naturally take this opportunity to break into the Metamorphosis Emperor Extreme Realm. It’s just that in this process, the Black Emperor was in a deep sleep because of excessive mental consumption, and he didn’t notice that all this was happening. When I woke up and suddenly found that I had gone from the Emperor Extreme Realm to the Emperor Extreme Realm, anyone would be surprised and surprised.

The Black Emperor rushed to Mo Yu, and after some inquiry, he learned the reason.

“Heavenly ‘fairy liquid’!”

The Black Emperor glared at the dog, looking heartbroken.

“Big loss! It’s a big loss! I already knew I wouldn’t sleep! It feels like 10,000 drops of fairy liquid are missing! ”

“Don’t be satisfied, even if you are awake, it is useless, the fairy spirit liquid is distributed by the quota of the Ten Thousand Worlds, and each desolate beast has a limited income” Mo Yu scolded with a smile.

Hearing this, the Black Emperor’s dog heart finally felt a little better.

“This emperor originally planned to break through to the Emperor Extreme Realm with the help of ‘Snow Bamboo Grass’, but now it seems that he can’t use ‘Snow Bamboo Grass’. In that case, you can take all three ‘snowbamboo grasses’.”

That is, Mo Yu, in other words, let alone ‘Snow Bamboo Grass’ such a strange spirit grass, even if it is a useless item, the Black Emperor will not give in heartily.

“The leaves of the three ‘snowbamboo grass’ trees should be overgrown and ready to go for picking”

“Let’s go then,” Mo Yu said.

Wait here overnight for the moment when the ‘snowbamboo grass’ ripens.

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PS: No, I’m going to sleep.