This is a large piece of planetary debris, but driven by some rules, it turned into a glittering streamer in an instant and came directly.


    At the same time, at their feet, a layer of black oil like material began to spread.


    Yang Xuan took a deep breath, and the golden flame that first appeared in his hand cut out like a knife, directly separating the space in front of him.


    Meteors disintegrate and disappear between the gaps. The black oil at the foot also stopped the surging momentum and was divided into two and four by the golden flame


    "It''s hiding in that building." Yang Xuan pointed to the fork like building on the half bulge with a golden flame long knife.


    No. 2 said loudly, "I know that it is the temple of the original life in the universe. What is enshrined in it is the will of the universe."


    "That''s right." Yang Xuan snorted, and the golden flame long knife reflected the whole ruins.


    ……


    The empty hall was silent. Only Ziyun''s cold laughter spread quietly, but it dissipated the moment before it was about to spread out of the hall.


    Mahalo''s soul floated out of his body and asked suspiciously, "who is it?"


    Ziyun squinted at Mahalo''s soul and said, "you don''t know. Don''t ask at all."


    Mahalo smiled bitterly and said, "I mean, when will you give me back your body?"


    Now, she finally recognized the situation and knew that the inexplicable black cloud emperor was definitely not an existence she could offend. Moreover, according to her attitude, she didn''t take his elders seriously. Maybe she would crush him at any time when she was unhappy.


    Therefore, she now has a low attitude and no longer dare to think of herself as an elder.


    "What''s the hurry?" Ziyun smiled, then turned his eyes and said in a low voice, "do you want to know why this Yang Xuan is so powerful?"


    Mahalo still smiled bitterly: "didn''t you say that he was fake? Why was he so powerful?"


    Ziyun sneered and said, "Oh, it''s natural to borrow the power of others."


    Mahalo asked curiously, "borrowed? Borrowed from whom?"


    Ziyun didn''t answer her question. She looked at her for a long time with great interest and suddenly said, "do you want to get the power as powerful as him?"


    Mahalo was stunned and wondered, "what do you mean?"


    "If you like, I can let you have great power. How? Moved?" Ziyun asked with a smile.


    Mahalo looked alert and asked, "what do you mean?"


    "It''s not interesting. Think about it. When you have such a powerful power, you can kill whoever you want. At that time, whether it''s real Yang Xuan or fake Yang Xuan, you''re not your opponent. You can press them on the ground and rub them casually. Isn''t it happy?"


    Mahalo''s eyes wavered, but he still didn''t dare to relax his vigilance: "what do I have to pay?"


    "Naturally, you are loyal to me." Ziyun said with a smile, "just swear to be loyal to me and never betray, and I can help you get strong power. How about it?"


    Mahalo asked, "that''s all?"


    "That''s all." Ziyun smiled brightly.


    Mahalo was completely moved, but still had doubts. He asked, "can you really help me get strong power to surpass Yang Xuan?"


    Ziyun smiled and said, "nature is true."


    After thinking for a long time, Mahalo seemed to finally make up his mind and said in a deep voice, "I, I promise you."


    Ziyun smiled, hooked his fingers, narrowed his eyes and said, "come here, I''ll tell you what to do."


    ……


    At ten o''clock in the night, the whole first theater fell into silence.


    No one dares to let this rare break escape.


    In fact, in the whole first theater, unless there are patrols or other tasks at night, others will force themselves to rest more or less.


    While patrolling outside the third city, patrol No. 13 met Mahalo standing still in the night.


    "Yin saint!" several patrol members saluted respectfully.


    No one dares to ask why mankhola appears here at this time. Although it is their duty, it is not up to them to ask about mankhola''s identity and her affairs.


    Mahalo nodded with a gloomy face. Without saying anything, he waved them away.


    When he was about to leave, a team member inadvertently turned back, but vaguely found that Mahalo seemed to be digging with a hoe.


    You must be dazzled. How could Yin Sheng use such a vulgar tool as a hoe.


    The patrolman left, and Mahalo''s hoe danced faster.


    Although he didn''t use any strength, the Mahatma''s body was not vegetarian. The pits under his feet spread downward when he waved his hoe.


    "Can''t you really use any power other than the body?" asked Mahalo as he dug.


    "Once you use the strength beyond your muscles, Yang Xuan will immediately find out. At that time, you don''t know how to die. Choose yourself." Ziyun''s voice came out of manheluo''s body.


    Mahalo''s body seemed to shake, stopped talking and waved his hoe harder.


    Mahatma''s body itself is no small matter. In addition, Mahalo''s attitude is very positive. It didn''t take long to dig to a depth of kilometers underground.


    Of course, the excavated soil is included in the storage space by mankhola.


    "This is it." Ziyun said suddenly.


    Mahalo stopped her hoe and looked. At this time, she was just outside a wall completely composed of black stones. The wall in front of her was very smooth and almost reflected people.


    "Melt the stone wall in the way I taught you." Ziyun said.


    Mahalo dared not neglect, took out a bag of purple powder from the storage space and sprinkled it on the wall.


    A moment later, something strange happened.


    The place filled with purple powder began to become transparent, and in the end, it was almost covered with a layer of plastic paper.


    Mahalo continued to wait. Finally, the layer of plastic paper gradually faded and disappeared.


    "Go in and pay attention. Don''t use any power outside the body." Ziyun told him.


    Mahalo nodded, used both hands and feet, and climbed sideways into the small hole.


    Behind the wall is a square space with an area of about 100. In the middle of the space, there is a black flame the size of a football, burning quietly.


    "That''s it, come on, leave a drop of your hard work here." Ziyun''s tone was also a little hasty.


    Mahalo dared not neglect, carefully squeezed out a drop of blood from the middle of his heart and put it under the flame.


    "Well, leave here, we still have eight places to go." Ziyun said with a sigh of relief.


    Mahalo carefully climbed out of the hole again.


    After she climbed out, the strange hole began to disappear, and finally returned to the original wall.


    "Bury it here so that no one can find it." Ziyun told him.


    Mahalo naturally dared not object, took out the soil from the storage space and buried it again.


    After everything was done, she left quietly.