After Shenjie Temple became quiet again, Meng Xi and Youqin came over, "The spirit fog comes from the old site of Yaoxin Temple."
Ming Wuyan frowned after hearing this, did she just know that there was an underground palace at the former site of Yaoxin Temple, and today there was a spiritual energy overflowing from the underground palace at the former site of Yaoxin Temple
This thing is weird!
"Meng Xi, you have to investigate it yourself, and pay attention to the movements of the major temples."
"Yes." Meng Xi quickly took the order and left.
You Qin looked at Xiao Yan'er who was frowning, and said thoughtfully, "Why didn't you ask me to go?"
He thought that he was more suitable to investigate this matter.
Ming Wuyan took a look at Youqin, "Aren't these spiritual fogs obstructing people's vision? Mengxi will not be affected in the dark, let alone in the spiritual fog."
You Qin stopped talking, Xiao Yan'er said so, but it was true.
"Youqin, does your master know that you are the Godly Envoy of the Godly Tribulation Palace?" Ming Wuyan suddenly asked seriously.
The God of Lingyuan gave her a very mysterious feeling, as if he knew a lot of things.
Youqin nodded, "I know. Apart from the people in Shenjie Temple, my master is the only one who knows."
"So, your master also knows who Lord Yan Jie is?" Ming Wuyan asked again.
Youqin was silent for a while, then nodded, "Yes, my master knows. My master said, this is my best ending."
The master is the person who cares most about him in this world. He knows everything about his feelings for Xiao Yan'er.
"Pay attention to what is on Mo Xinshangshen's body. He has a special magical weapon that can even peep into my distracted eyes. I want to find out what it is..." Ming Wuyan changed the subject .
"Okay, I'll check it out myself!" Youqin quickly left the Hall of Divine Tribulation.
The reason why he wanted to be this mysterious envoy was entirely because he wanted to protect Xiaoyan'er in this way.
Ming Wuyan waited for a while on the Divine Tribulation Hall, and in the end, she still couldn't help but take out the fairy clay and sent Xue Yihan a message.
"Where are you?"
Ming Wuyan waited for a while, but did not receive any news from Xue Yihan.
Just when she stood up and was about to go to the temples of the Three Realms to have a look, there was movement from the fairy clay.