"Scared...... Scared the hell out of me. ”

Staring at the dough that Zhen Xiaoxiao held in his hand, Shui Zhimei's calves were still trembling unexpectedly.

"A few ......"

Shui Zhongdi is a smart person, and he was suspicious of the identity of Zhen Xiaoxiao and his group before, but now when he sees that they seem to be disguised as the previous Nanding monks, the more certain the thoughts in his heart become.

"Are you new to this time and don't know about Xiqi's situation?"

"The young master of the water is really transparent. We just want to know about the spars, the temple, and the monks of Nanding and Beiyan. Zhen Xiaoxiao put the human skin mask in his arms, placed his elbows on the table, and held his chin up with his little hands, and looked at the water with interest.

"I'm Xiqi, formerly known as Hai ......"

Because of Zhen Xiaoxiao's help, Shui Zhong Di sighed and opened the chatterbox, presenting an unknown piece of Xiqi history in front of Zhen Xiaoxiao.

"Suddenly, one day, this sea was cursed by the gods, and a hundred condensed spirit cones were rained down in the vast and fertile sea."

Hearing the word "Condensing Cone", chewing the small porridge porridge with dried fish, his body trembled three times, and weakly shrank behind the really small one.

"Those condensing cones are the ones in the mouths of the previous group of Nanding monks - Xiqi Temple."

"It's these damn things that quickly suck up the aura of the sea, turning this realm from the sea to barren sand."

The words in the water were amazing, which made the six Eastern Spiritual Monks present dumbfounded, and they couldn't digest the shock in their hearts for a while.

I thought the temple was a good thing, but I didn't expect it to be an evil thing!

"Then why do you still believe in it, if it is Lao Tzu, you will smash it all to smithereens!" Yang Yan looked indignant, and with a wave of his fist, he almost slapped the table in front of him into a flat one.

"If you can destroy it, can you wait until you teach it a lesson?"

Shui Zhimei's resentment towards Yang Yan was deep, and she snatched her brother's words and replied loudly: "Before, my brother ordered someone to put that wicked woman surnamed Blood in the temple, and you still rolled your eyes at me...... Hehe, do you want to try it out in that temple for yourself? In less than three days, you will be exhausted of your monk's aura, and in ten days, even your skin, flesh, bones and blood will be melted away, and finally it will be condensed into a spar snatched by those Nanding and Beiyan monks! ”

Nima ......

Human flesh crystals!

With trembling faces, Yang Yan subconsciously shook out the transparent stone crystals that had just been turned out of the storage bag of the Nanding monk and hidden in his trouser pocket, and threw them away.

"Not only the flesh and blood of the monks, but also the Kunhuang of the West Sea...... Those legendary god sea beasts...... The treasures of the spiritual plant were all robbed of the aura and turned into ashes. Since then...... I, the people of Xiqi, no one dares to cultivate immortals anymore, nor do I want to touch those crystals condensed by the temple, but I live by the temple, and I can still find the last water source. ”

A long sigh.

The depression on Shui Di's face couldn't be hidden.

"The ancestor of my water family, out of the Great River Venerable...... The strength is comparable, inferior to the supreme kind of strong. Therefore, even if the West Sea has been abandoned for so many years, we still remember all the good things when the West Sea was prosperous, but those of us who are descendants can only turn over the old accounts and remember the glory of our ancestors on the skin of our mouths. ”

"Nope! You don't just have a mouthful! Brother, trust me! There must be hope for you! ”

No one thought that Shui Di's self-pity caused Yang Yan's deep resonance.

is also an ancestor who is illustrious, and he mixes like waste wood.

Yang Yan took two steps with his three feet, rushed forward, and held Shui Zhongdi's hand tightly.

"You're a ...... Water belongs to the root of the heavenly spirit! Yang Yan sighed with emotion.