This old man can't tell his true age. He has white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, and there are wrinkles at the end of his eyes, but the wrinkles on his face are very light. His eyes are as deep as the sea. Hundred years of vicissitudes and precipitation.
This kind of feeling is very strange, he is wearing a gray plain robe, but he looks like a monk who has achieved Taoism, as if he is detached from the world.
In front of him, many people could not help but become solemn and quiet, not daring to make a fuss, even the most vicious people would subconsciously restrain their viciousness.
Even Meng Lao, who was full of scheming and intended to steal the blood of the royal family a hundred years ago, lowered his expression in front of him, and did not dare to speak to him in a hurry.
The person sitting beside Meng Lao was Yun Du.
The current Yundu looks a bit gloomier than before, probably because his wishes have come to nothing, and he has suffered a lot from Yunchi Jin Cangling Chi Lifeng, "Attack now may be better than fog. Be sure when you break out, because by that time they'll probably be ready as well.
As long as they hold the imperial city and don't come out, we won't be able to afford it, because we still have to fight against the black fog. "
If it wasn't for the people they sent out one after another in the past six months, they were all killed by the people from the imperial city, they wouldn't have to be so entangled now.
Bringing some Heisha mist into the central city for their use at one time, and letting them build a Heisha army, was their biggest reliance and their most perfect plan, but they didn't expect that the other party would attack again and again like this.
No matter how they sneak out and how many people they send, the people in the imperial city will always know that the people who are sent to stop them are always stronger than their side.
Their loss is too great.
Although they wanted to wait for the Heisha Mist to erupt, but now the advantage of the Mist eruption is not so great for them, so they are a little confused.
Sitting across from Yundu is the city lord of the center. He is too tall and has an amazing aura. He looks like a very difficult person to mess with, which is in stark contrast to the mysterious old man sitting on the main seat.
He glanced at Yundu, then looked at the old man in the main seat, and said slowly, "Why don't we count?"
This old man is the ancestor of Diyin Mountain! When Shenqi returned to the country to be prosperous and prosperous, the ancestors of Diyin Mountain were equivalent to the existence of Shenqi Shengzong. The people believed in him and did not dare to raise any disrespectful thoughts towards him, even the royal family members. The dignitaries also regarded him as a master of the town.
When people mention the ancestors of Diyin Mountain, they are full of admiration and pious expressions.
No matter what, as long as the ancestors say a word, that is the result, and no one dares to object.
Diyin Mountain's younger uncle, Mo Wuqing, was exceptional in this situation, because his bizarre skills were different from those of the Diyin Mountain ancestors, which only made people feel comfortable and happy.
Moreover, the ancestors couldn't control him, and Mo Wuqing was also the first person who dared to say the opposite to the ancestors.
The world fears little uncle.
"I have rarely counted it for so many years, that's all, now in a special period, I count it."
The old ancestor stood up and said, "Go to the high platform, listen to the wind and debate the clouds and watch the sky, and the calculation can be more accurate."
The others also stood up.
Just listen to the central city master say: "I heard that the ancestors have a way to change the feng shui aura of a certain location when calculating, why don't you change it for the imperial city, so they have to keep the emperor. The city is even more impossible."