Chapter 6374： that trash

That waste

That strange brilliance emanated from it.

Not only is it bright, but there is also a hint of scorching deep in it.

This little golden sun seems to have spirituality, and it is like a star that keeps flashing.

It's like breathing.

Between each breath, in addition to spirituality, there is also an indescribable ancient vastness, the mysterious ancient meaning of the passage of time.

It gives a very mysterious feeling.

Standing in front of the statue, Ye Wuque, who stood with his hands on his back, saw the little golden sun clearly, his eyes suddenly condensed slightly!

"You're finally here...cough cough..."

But in the next moment, a coughing old voice suddenly sounded, breaking the dead silence in the hall.

I don't know when, in the hall, a tall but equally old figure suddenly appeared.

He seemed to have been standing there quietly, never leaving.

But when Ye Wuque came in, it was clear that there was no one there, and the entire hall should be empty.

This is an old man, old-fashioned, full of white hair, dry skin, and exudes a rotten meaning from his body, as if he will die at any time.

He even stooped slightly, but his turbid eyes were quietly looking at the tall figure with his back to the black cloak in front of him.

But Ye Wuque did not move, he still stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was still looking at the little golden sun in the palm of the humanoid statue.

Just turn your back to the old man.

Seeing this, the old man didn't seem to care, but looking at Ye Wuque's back, he suddenly grinned, and a strange old voice sounded again.

"Welcome to come..."

"Ye Wu Que!"

The moment the last three words fell, Ye Wuque, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, finally seemed to move slightly, and then slowly turned around.

Under the black cloak, a pair of eyes seemed to finally look at the old man.

Seeing this scene, the old man grinned, and there was a strange and infiltrating smile on his dry face.

He stared at Ye Wuque, coughed twice, and said leisurely again, "Let me introduce myself first..."

"Old Yan Baishi, is the Great Elder of the Sun Moon Time Sect!"

The old man, Yan Baishi, revealed his identity.

It is the supreme elder of the Sun Moon Light Sect!

Immediately, Yan Baishi continued to look at Ye Wuque, and said strangely: "You must be very strange, why can you reveal your identity with just one word?"

"it's actually really easy."

Yan Baishi asked and answered by himself.

"At this point in time, when the Sun Moon Light Sect rushed out to the Divine Wind Territory, the person who came to the Tianhe Region and came to my Sun Moon Light Sect's mountain gate would only be the one who took the initiative to throw out the prayer lamp, The man behind the scenes who personally directed three major battles and stirred up the situation with his own power!"

"Only this mastermind behind the scenes can kill two birds with one stone. After the tiger has left the mountain, he will... go straight to Huanglong!"

Yan Baishi spoke at a slow pace, coughing a few times from time to time, as if half of his body had been buried, but he gave a feeling of being in control of everything.

Yan Baishi's voice continued to sound, echoing in the silent hall.

"And the creatures who can take out the prayer lamp, in the old cognition, according to the plan, there are only... two!"

"One of them should not be a human being, not a flesh-and-blood creature. According to the agreement in the past, it should be a spirit... Taoshen fire seed!"

"Just now you came in and the strange beam of light I encountered at the Sun, Moon, Light and Yin Sect's Mountain Gate is an ancient secret method with only one function. Make sure to tell if you are flesh and blood!"

"As a result, you are."

"Then there is only one explanation left..."

"The Taoshen fire seed that has become refined is still a waste after all. That waste will eventually lose to you in the Taoshen pass!"

"Not only has it returned to its origins, but you have even taken away the magic lamp of prayer!"

"Then, it's only you who comes to the boundless land with the magic lamp of prayer... Ye, Wu, Que!"

After these words fell, Yan Baishi seemed to show a faint sense of satisfaction. His turbid eyes stared at Ye Wuque's black cloak, as if he wanted to see the wonderful surging expression on his face. look.

As a result, Ye Wuque didn't move, as if he didn't react at all, as if he was just staring at Yan Baishi quietly.

But Yan Baishi didn't seem to be surprised by Ye Wuque's reaction, but continued to grin and said with a hint of teasing: "What? It's too shocking? Or, do you really think your plan is seamless and can make everyone Are you playing around? Now that you are here, have you figured out how to die? Oh, no, I forgot, it should be impossible to survive..."

"This thing, shouldn't it be a belief in Jindan?"

As a result, before Yan Baishi's words were finished, he was interrupted by Ye Wuque!

Ye Wuque, who interrupted his words, stretched out a finger at this moment, pointing to the little golden sun-like thing in the open palm behind him.

Yan Baishi was stunned for a moment!

He didn't seem to expect that Ye Wuque's first sentence would be such a question that he did not answer, and what he said before actually made Ye Wuque have no response?

This is different from what Yan Baishi imagined!

But following Ye Wuque's fingers and his rhetorical question, Yan Baishi's turbid eyes narrowed slightly at this moment!

But here Ye Wuque continued to say lightly: "If I'm not mistaken, the belief in the golden core is just a defective imitation of this thing, or, because of the loss of the prayer lamp as a medium, The power of this thing is too vast and mysterious, and although it has been left behind, you cannot use it directly, so you can only settle for the next best thing.

Immediately, Ye Wuque withdrew his fingers, and then let out a sigh of surprise.

"It's no wonder that the magic lamp of prayer was still a little wrong after sucking the golden elixir of faith, and it felt that it did not match. The magic lamp of prayer itself was not satisfied, because the golden elixir of faith was just an imitation."

"The real prayer lamp, what you need and desire will naturally not be an imitation."

At this moment, Ye Wuque's voice became a little more leisurely.

He seemed to look at the little golden sun in the palm of his hand again, and said again: "Pray for the magic lamp, divided into lamp body, lamp, wick, trinity, together, is the real prayer **** lamp."

"In the past, what you were forced to hand over should be only the lamp body and the lamp, but the most important 'wick', which represents the source of all the power of the magic lamp, was still left."

"This thing, is that the real wick?"

After Ye Wuque spit out the last sentence, he looked at Yan Baishi again.

And here Yan Baishi, a gloomy color flashed in the turbid eyes narrowed at this time!