As Su Zimo thought, the stars are very bright tonight.
Mu Yunxuan found a tall tree and sat on the trunk with Su Zimo in his arms.
The two of them were leaning on each other, feeling tender and sweet under the soft moonlight.
"Yunxuan, you said that the woman today came from Mopan Mountain, which means that the Witch God has always been in control of our whereabouts."
Mu Yunxuan gently smoothed her hair that was blown to her face by the wind.
"Mo'er, the Tianwu that the wizard is most proud of has been destroyed by you. Now, the most powerful thing in her hands is the Chiwu. In this special era, the wizard's power here is not enough to maintain the peace here. This Along the way, we can actually see that many people are unwilling to choose the path of wizards. However, the emergence of witchcraft has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people for more than a hundred years. If we want to eliminate this evil power , the most direct way to maintain it is to persist in kindness and justice. Perhaps once the Witch God dies, the people here will return to their normal lives as quickly as possible."
Su Zimo looked at him and smiled slightly, "Yunxuan, the wizard has a special background and special forbidden skills. Geng Yingrou can rule the three continents for so long. He must be an unusual person."
Mu Yunxuan gently stroked her soft hair, "Mo'er, extraordinary people will always have an extraordinary life."
"Yes! The relationship is sad. She slaughtered the whole world and was stained with blood, but in the end she got a life of loneliness." Su Zimo sighed faintly. Only when you have lost can you know how to cherish, and only when you have gained can you know how to cherish. It was a true possession. Geng Yingrou's act of pure revenge made people feel angry for no reason.
The next day, news spread across the three continents.
Ever since the incident in Lingyang City, the all-powerful legend of Mu Yunxuan has spread across the three continents.
His calmness, kindness, arrogance, and ruthlessness have become a topic of chat among people in the three continents.
After a day's rest, Su Zimo and Mu Yunxuan continued on their way. By mid-July, the two of them were about to leave the Canghai Continent and enter the border of the Bright Moon Summit.
During this period, Mu Yunxuan encountered some assassinations, large and small, but to Mu Yunxuan, they were all innocuous and trivial matters.
On July 15th, the sky suddenly became dense with dark clouds.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the dull thunder rolled in the dense clouds, shaking the earth.
Su Zimo and Mu Yunxuan quickly landed in a small town. The cold wind was blowing, making them a bit chilly.
The two looked around. The town was desolate, with shabby houses. There seemed to be a smell of rotting corpses in the heavy rain.
The people around him were standing listlessly under the eaves to take shelter from the rain. Su Zimo looked at the people under the eaves listlessly, with expressions of fear and helplessness on their faces.
"Yunxuan, look at these people, it's strange. They all seem to be desperate."
Mu Yunxuan glanced around slightly, "Mo'er, something may have happened here."
Seeing the heavy rain getting heavier, Mu Yunxuan frowned involuntarily, "Mo'er, the rain is too heavy, let's go back to the space ring!"
Just as Su Zimo was about to agree, the shaky door behind her was suddenly opened.
Su Zimo quickly looked back and saw a thin old woman looking at them with a pair of cloudy eyes.
"Aren't you from Qingyin Town?" Old Ou looked at Su Zimo and Mu Yunxuan in surprise.
"Old lady, we came here to take shelter from the rain."