"It's too dark here, we are all a little nervous." The old man explained gently, with a guilty tone in his tone.

"Humph!" The number four who walked at the back snorted coldly, feeling unhappy with this group of useless cumbersome.

"We have lost the magic, and there is no way to light up the light." The monk also heard the disgust in the tone of No.4, feeling a little helpless, but with a more gentle tone, hoping to offset the resentment in No.4's heart:

"Everyone just can't see the road, so the speed is not fast."

They are believers of the ‘light’ faction. They are in the dark and need a ‘bright lamp’ to lead the way in order to maintain their original intention and move on.

"Song, I hope you don't mind." In the darkness, the old man's voice was hoarse, but he appeared extraordinarily sincere:

"They all came for faith, so they are trapped here."

The monk was actually worried that Song Qingxiao would give up.

The origins of her and Number Four are too mysterious, not like the ‘new people’ selected by the Federation to assist them.

After entering the misty forest, both of them showed their superior strength.

In contrast, the existence of the six saints and nineteen believers whose power has fallen too much is indeed too cumbersome.

In such an underground maze, it is easy to lose the original direction, and at the same time, people's beliefs and aspirations will be swallowed up bit by bit by darkness.

Song Qingxiao and No.4 are not like people who have a firm belief in the gods, and the task of sealing the sage of the "Moon" again is what the saints need to do.

Although the two sides had a verbal agreement in the Valley of Falling Dragon, the monks knew in their hearts that Song Qingxiao did not necessarily help the saints complete their tasks.

This verbal agreement has no binding force or effect on her, especially under the premise that she has a strong power, the saints have lost the initiative and the right to speak in this matter.

From the more and more impatient expression and tone of No. 4, the monk has realized this.

So from entering the grotto to the present, even if he was already exhausted, but clenched his teeth and did not stop, he was afraid that it would add trouble to Song Qingxiao, and then make her feel dissatisfied.

"Please don't despise us." The monk's tone was pious, almost cautious, even if he put aside his status as a saint, at his age, the tone of his pleading at this time was still heart-warming.

Even the believers who were still venting their fears loudly before heard his words, they all quieted down unanimously, seemingly ashamed.

"Is it too dark?" Song Qingxiao asked quietly after listening to the monk's words.

Her tone remained the same, her voice was cold, and the monk couldn't tell if she was bored when she asked this.

He made uneasy speculations, and only sighed in response after a long time:

"Yes it is."

After saying this, the monk added:

"Song, I am also afraid of Black Silence." It may be because Song Qingxiao did not rebuke loudly, nor did he show obvious impatience like No. 4, so at this time, as a monk of the'light' saint, calm Expresses his inner fear.

"Okay." Song Qing responded coldly. As her voice fell, a halo flashed in the direction where she was speaking, and the darkness was instantly dissipated.

A small cyan lamp with a big mouth was held in her palm. The body of the lamp was in the shape of a blooming lotus petal, and a group of purple flames surrounded the cyan lotus leaves, bringing light to everyone.

In the dark environment, this light seemed extremely precious. Song Qing's cold white face was illuminated by the light, and she slowly raised her drooping eyelids, staring at the monk who was already crouching in the crowd:

"What now?"

Her expression didn't seem to be gentle, and even the same as the previous coldness and alienation.

No pity or sympathy could be heard in her tone. She seemed to have done a trivial thing, without impatience, dislike, and not complacent as she regarded herself as the savior because she had lit the light.

The flames in the little cyan lamp didn't seem to be a large group, but at this time it was astonishingly bright, and the halo that it brought to dissipate the darkness that was shrouded in it.

The light of the lamp flame formed a circle of colorful halos, illuminating her face as white as jade.

"what……"

"There is light!"

"There is light!"

"I see the light!"

When the silent believers saw this light appearing, they didn't dare to believe it at first, and then they were ecstatic, turning their heads and shouting loudly to express their inner joy.

The previously sluggish morale suddenly became a lot more exciting, and the despair shrouded in everyone's hearts was suppressed by everyone again with the emergence of this light.

The monk was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually covered with a layer of moisture:

"I saw--"

He seemed to be at a loss. The ecstasy of the believers seemed to have infected him, causing his lips to tremble, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, revealing a kind of smile:

"thank you."

He freed his arm from the support of the swordsman, and after barely standing up straight, he held his chest with his hand and bowed to Song Qingxiao:

"This light is too important to us. Song, thank you."

The believers who were still talking happily before also went silent, the elves and others did not make a sound, but at the moment the monk bowed their heads, they also lowered their heads and acted like the monks, silently expressing their gratitude.

There was silence in the grotto, and everyone's expressions were almost pious at this moment.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn, and even No. 4, who was about to ridicule, saw Song Qingxiao take out this cyan ancient lamp, the cold snort suddenly turned into a heavy breathing sound.

"Walking in the darkness requires a beacon to guide the way." The monk sighed lowly. "It will give us hope and keep our hearts from getting lost in the darkness."

The monk paused for a moment, then said softly:

"I'm very glad that you brought this ray of light."

When he said this, he sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The old man was immersed in a movement at this time, his emotions were so strong that he could hardly control himself.

So he didn't notice that when he said this, the black energy on the badge pinned to his neckline became deeper and deeper, where the corners of the collar were exposed, the red light had been completely swallowed by the darkness.

Song Qing nodded slightly, and his eyes fell deeply on the cultivator's collar.

She noticed the changes that the monk hadn't noticed the first time.

In fact, this badge is not the first time that this badge has been changed. In the Valley of Fallen Dragon, when the monk swears, this badge has already been changed.

At that time, the two crossed sword bodies on the badge seemed to leak ink, spreading around, dispelling the red gas on the badge.

At this moment, the badge of the monk showing his neckline has turned black. Obviously, the badge has changed again in the time from the Fallen Dragon Valley to here.

She was about to look again, the number four behind the crowd couldn't bear it anymore.

His figure turned into a afterimage, and he stood still a few steps away from Song Qing, staring at the blue lantern in her hand with greedy and somewhat fearful eyes:

"Chaotic Blue Light!"

As soon as the fourth voice fell, Song Qing's small pupils shrank, and a murderous intent flashed quickly in his eyes.

Her cultivation base was powerful, and her murderous intent seemed to be real, she actually cut the spiritual power of the No. 4 Bodyguard, stabbing him with pain in his cheeks.

"Such a fetish, unexpectedly fell into your hands!" No. 4 didn't seem to notice that her eyes were cold at this moment, but still maintained the previous probe posture.

The flame surrounded by several petals of green lotus flashed twice, and the eyes of No. 4 also seemed to be dyed with a layer of coquettish purple air.

His pupils shook twice as the flame flickered, his scalp was taut, and the ends of his hair stood upright, making his fiery red hair windless.

"Haha." Song Qingxiao chuckled lightly, and smiled so that the No. 4 feather stood upside down.

But with her smile, the terrifying murderous intent slowed down:

"Where did you know the Chaos Blue Lantern?"

Song Qingxiao did not answer the question, and turned around while speaking.

She temporarily dismissed the inquiry about the monk's badge change, and instead prepared some news from the fourth mouth.

This person should also have quite a history, not only recognizes the Chaos Blue Lantern, but also the ability to summon the Firebirds can shock the hidden Su Wu. It can be seen that his cultivation technique is not ordinary.

She had something to talk with No.4 at the moment. Although the monks and others were still very excited, they were also very acquainted. They did not make any more noises, but quietly followed behind her with the flames, and the team continued to slow down. Forward.

"..." No. 4 only felt that moisture was coming out of every pore on the top of his head, turning into beads of sweat, and gradually gathering in his brain.

Song Qingxiao's murderous aversion does not mean that her danger is reduced.

At this moment, he regretted very much in his heart, and what he yelled out was almost reckless, causing trouble to his upper body.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine to take at this time, and after Song Qingxiao's eyes are on, it is almost impossible for him to escape.

Her qi has locked down every corner where he might escape, and Number Four can guarantee that if she makes any small movements at this moment, she will definitely be beheaded.

"Oh." He sighed as if he had accepted his fate, and the flamboyant red hair also fell down dyingly as if losing his energy:

"This is a Tongtian Lingbao that has been on the list of gods, and anyone still doesn't know it?"

On the 4th, knowing that he is not a small opponent of Song Qing, he does not struggle at this moment, and follows the principle of frankness and lenient, and honestly confessed:

"In the sky outside the sky, the Xuantu family is in charge of a'book of heaven', which records various treasures information that has been circulated for nearly ten thousand years. Such a'book of heaven' is also called a **** list, and the ranking of the treasures recorded is the world. Generally recognized."

Song Qingxiao had heard of the existence of the "Shen Bang" from Su Wu, but it was the first time he knew that it was originally controlled by the Heavenly Family.

Since the 4th can tell such a news, it seems that he should be very familiar with Tianwaitian.

"Although there is a record of the gods, how do you recognize the chaotic blue lantern in my hand?"

She pressed down the suspicion in her heart and asked again calmly.

As soon as I asked this, No. 4's expression became a little weird.

It seemed that there was some suspicion and some surprise. The eyes of Song Qingxiao suppressed a feeling of forbearance that seemed to be watching a ‘soil bun’, but not wanting to be discovered by her.

"Don't you know?" No. 4 seemed to be very surprised, and asked instinctively.

At this time Song Qingxiao was asking No. 4's words, but No. 4 He Xian was not relying on the answer, and was testing her back.

Song Qing Xiaoyi raised his right eyebrow slightly when he heard this, and reminded faintly:

"It's not time for you to ask questions."

"..." When did the number four experience such an angry? According to his violent temper, he would rather die than surrender at this moment than turn his face on the spot.

"Why didn't you ask earlier?" No. 4 was really furious, and slapped his thigh with a'pop':

"If you have any questions, I have already answered them!"

"..." Song Qingxiao looked at him silently, as if she hadn't felt the look in her eyes, No.4 said to herself:

"You don't know, the Xuantu family is a strange species in the outer sky."

Their own strength is not that great. The reason why they can occupy a place in the outer sky and form a family is relying on the special intelligence of their ethnic group.

"The Xuandu family holds a lot of secrets. The secrets, exercises, and some magic weapons of the nine great families of Tianwaitian ~lightnovelpub.net~ are not what they don't know."

These people are from voyeuristic backgrounds, selling intelligence, treasures and all kinds of things. "They have many ears and eyes, they are very well informed, rely on the trading market, and they have been trading for thousands of years, and they are well-known. I don't want to cultivate hard, but I spend a lot of resources to bring out the prodigal sons that the strong can use for them."

No. 4 went off the subject as he said, "But it is also because they have a lot of resources, they have also won many masters at any cost, and their strength should not be underestimated."

Businessmen and qi make money, and sometimes it is convenient to trade goods, and when each family can sometimes use their information, so the relationship between the Xuantu family in Tianwaitian and the rest of the family is not bad, and it is quite popular.

"Shen Bang." Song Qing looked down on him as he pulled further and further, and couldn't help but remind him.

"Oh." No. 4 also reacted, and then said:

"On the list of gods, various statutory materials are recorded..."

"I've said this." Young Jiang Song Qing interrupted his words, and No. 4 entered the subject with a grudge:

"In fact, although only the names of the treasures are recorded in the sacred list circulated to the outside world, the family of the Xuantu family has another more detailed "Book of Heaven", which contains information about the appearance and magical powers of the treasures recorded on the list. And methods of promotion, restraint, etc."

This is a ‘Book of Heaven’ that is exclusive to the Xuandu family. In addition, there are also books about the origins of magic weapons, the masters they have handled, and the past military exploits.

"They even have clues about the final whereabouts of the treasure. If someone is interested in some of the masterless treasures on the list of gods, they can also ask for information from the Xuandu family with a lot of money."

"In other words, did you recognize this chaotic blue lantern with the news that you bought it from the Xuandu family?"

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