Versatile Mage

Movan tries to get close so that the little mud can be identified, but think about it, these are just ancient images that are presented, using the twist of space and chaos to display like holographic films, how can it emit energy for the little mud to absorb?

But Movan is really familiar with the water in this well pool, their purity, their sheen, their soft, slow, more dense shaking than the water, as distinct as sake!

“Is it really the Holy Springs?” Mu Bai and Zhang Xiaohou both looked close.

The two of them did not see the Holy Springs very well. They were not familiar with the Springs and could only look to Movan.

“Yes, definitely.” Song Fei Rumor answered quite positively.

She practiced in the secret of Xiayu when she was a little girl. How could she possibly admit that all her cultivation was nourished by the Holy Springs on the ground!

“So this St. Tutten has been around us, and we haven't noticed?” Once again, the waves rolled up in Movan's heart.

Holy Springs, St. Totem. So where is St. Totem?

All they saw were ancient city soldiers who could “live" from the walls of the ancient city, but they had not seen St. Tutten's prince at all, not even a single figure of St. Tutten.

Since this is the mausoleum of St. Tutten, what about its bones?

“The Holy Springs of Earth is the power of the totem of St. Totem.” The Spirit circled around the source of the Holy Springs and spoke to Movan.

“Alas, there is no play here, why don't we go swimming around the four oceans to see if Old Xuanmu is still alive in this world, my old turtle dominates it, if everything is fine, I like to follow the ocean currents to all the oceans, I ask what it is, it says that it is looking for something, what exactly it doesn't know itself, according to me, Xuanmu is looking for his father Xuanmu, Xuanmu is either in the Arctic Ocean, or in the Antarctic Ice Sea...” Zhao Manyan said.

Having worked so hard to get this one result, there is a feeling of going around a large circle back to the starting point, finally figuring out the origin of the Holy Springs, and the power of St. Tutten, but this can't make any substantial difference.

“Forget Xuan Wu, where are the walls of the Divine City?” Jiang Shaoxiang asked suddenly.

“Most of them have been demolished by future generations. There are some in the ancient city of Mingwu. There is one door left, and others have probably become part of some of the pools for thousands of years, long gone.” Zhao Manyan said.

“We can ask Tita's father, since he's been guarding this place, naturally he knows the city... Wow, look at that rotten guy!” Xiaohou Zhang suddenly refers to a general on Focused Illness Avenue.

The general was wearing broken armor, the beard was distributed, and he was tired and walking toward the sky moon well. This man looked like little Tita Daddy!!

“Goddamn it, is this guy hot enough to live long? There's about two or three thousand years in this town, right?" ”Zhao Manyan shouted.

People who existed two or three thousand years ago...

I don't know exactly what level the other person is at, but I'm glad they didn't move directly.

“Do we still have to go after it? It feels like this is the end of the line, and this St. Tutten has disappeared thousands of years ago.” Zhang Xiaohou has lost his mind.

“Ask the dead man first, let's get out of here.” Movan sighed.

As people walked towards the ancient city gate position, the scene in the ancient city pool gradually returned to the way they had first stepped in, quiet and orderly, believing that not long later, the sky would become red, such an ancient vision would be interpreted here day after day, not knowing what to tell future generations, or whether this had become a “climate” that belonged here.

Like the Guardian of the Holy Springs, they have forgotten why they should guard.

The mausoleum was alive and dead, and he was no longer obsessed with keeping people out of this mysterious place.

“Shall we find the walls? Feel they will help us.” Jiang Shaoxiang suggested.

“There's no clue where the walls have been moved. The only information we have now is that there are some statues in Mingwu Ancient City, but those statues are only a small part of it.” Movan shook his head.

The clue should be that there has been little progress, mainly since St. Tutten disappeared thousands of years ago, so what's the point of looking for it now?

Perhaps Totem Xuan Snake, White Tiger, Haidong Green God, Moon Moth Phoenix, these are the surviving totems, Ben is the incarnation of Saint Totem, incarnate into many small totems...

Four St. Tuttens, two of which have been identified as extinct, do not know where to start, nor can they be reached in time.

“Go to Kunlun, Kunlun must have something we want to know, and there are some totems we've never heard of.” Zhang Xiaohou proposed.

Movan shook his head.

Quinlan's going, but not now.

Without the complete seal of totem, drilling into Kunlun is only a waste of time, and it is necessary to find a clear direction for totem related to white tiger to go to Kunlun.

“Then… to Ancient Du, it happens that Ancient Du spirit needs to be cleared up, we stabilize the rear so that the east can fight with confidence.” Zhang Xiaohou continued.

“That is the situation in ancient capital. In fact, the ancient king suppresses the dead spirit. The dead spirit will surely accumulate a great deal of resentment. Just like the dam and river water, how can the river water be blocked all the time? Let go of a gate. As long as the mouth is broken, do not open too big, and do not submerge farmland, villages, the dead spirit can provide us with some supplies and layer of protection.” Movan shook his head.

Ancient spirits have been in that state for thousands of years.

Dead spirits have not been eliminated, and ancient kings can not always protect Gudu. The result of Nine Phantoms is that sooner or later, so we can only rely on Gudu to deal with it himself, coexist with dead spirits, rely on dead spirits to guard against dead spirits.

Mu Bai nodded, and ancient times had always been that pattern.

The advent of the Holocaust caused the ancient world to suffer a severe trauma. At that time, there were ancient kings who restrained the dead spirit and gave the ancient city time to rest and recuperate. Now the ancient world is prosperous again. There are dead spirits, only powerful magicians, dead spirits, many people can generate income. This is the characteristic of this land.

There are typhoons in the south, earthquakes in the interior, sandstorms in the north, typhoons, earthquakes and dust in the north, and few people have left their homes because these natural disasters have become part of their lives.

“Then, according to Zhao, go to the Arctic Ocean to find Xuanwu. I have not yet been to the Arctic Ocean.” Zhang Xiaohou hastened again.

Zhao Manyan gave Zhang Xiaohou a big slap on the back, laughing haha: “I just said you were serious. How is it possible to go to the Arctic Ocean? Iceberg beasts are not playing around, and the whole of Northern Europe is suffering from it. ”

“Monkey, do you seem anxious to arrange something for us?” Movan suddenly frowned and stared at Zhang Xiaohou.

“No, no, I just...” Zhang Xiaohou suddenly stopped talking in the face of Movan's eyes.

Ever since he was a kid, Zhang Xiaohou was like this when he faced Movan. Once Movan got serious, he forgot that he was a famous general...

“Doesn't the head of the Chinese Army want us to go back, something big is happening along the coast?” Mofan questioned.