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"Male fox? Or a nine-tailed purple fox? Why does this scene seem familiar to me?" Jiaojiao tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of confusion and contemplation. She looked back and forth at the imprisoned nine-tailed purple fox, trying to dig out relevant clues from the depths of her memory.

"Sister, could it be your senior brother?" Xiao Yu's eyes lit up and he asked in a low voice. He knew that Jiaojiao's master had many unknown past events, and the scene in front of him might have some connection with those past events.

"Yes, Master said that she had another disciple who was a nine-tailed purple fox, but it was too chaotic at the time and she didn't notice him. When Master rushed back, she couldn't find him, but Master said that his soul lamp was always on." Jiaojiao suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, and her eyes were full of sudden enlightenment. She remembered the regretful look in her master's eyes when he told her about this past. At that time, she couldn't fully understand the master's pain. Now seeing the trapped nine-tailed purple fox in front of her, all the signs made her have to doubt that this was the disciple that the master had been looking for. A complex emotion surged in Jiaojiao's heart, with both sympathy for her brother's experience and curiosity and worry about the truth behind it. She couldn't help but take a few steps forward, wanting to take a closer look at the condition of the nine-tailed purple fox.

But since Bai Zhi was here, Jiaojiao didn't dare to act rashly for fear of alarming Bai Zhi.

"Zi Tong, why are you so stubborn? Wouldn't it be good to tell me where Zi Ning is hiding? For so many years, no matter what method I used, you didn't say anything. I'm tired of it." Bai Zhi stood by the blood pool, his eyes showing a trace of fatigue and helplessness, but his voice was mixed with a bit of anger. His white robe looked a little gloomy under the cold light of the blood pool.

"Oh? You still get tired?" The male fox, also known as Zi Tong, raised his head slightly, his narrow purple eyes full of mockery. The corners of his mouth curled up into a sneer, and although he was chained and weak, his arrogance did not diminish at all, "People like you also get tired sometimes? It's really ridiculous."

"Zi Tong, why do you have to provoke me? There are no foxes that care about your purple fox lineage now? Now everyone respects my Bai family. Your purple fox lineage has long been extinct. No, there is still you, the most powerful nine-tailed purple fox. If you take one more step, you will become a ten-tailed purple fox. By then, you will be my fox ancestor." Bai Zhi's eyes became sinister. He paced back and forth in front of Zi Tong. With every step, the dust on the ground was gently raised. His words were full of provocation and threats, trying to make Zi Tong succumb to his pressure.

"You don't have to anger me. You know what you did, I know it, and God knows it. Do you think you have concealed it well?" Zi Tong continued to mock Bai Zhi. Although his locked limbs could not move, his eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing Bai Zhi directly. Zi Tong's heart was full of disdain and hatred for Bai Zhi. He knew all the evil deeds of Bai Zhi. No matter how Bai Zhi threatened and lured him, he would not betray Zi Ning. That was his last stand.

"Hmph! You're so stubborn." Bai Zhi snorted coldly.

"Why? You came here maybe because your conspiracy is about to be exposed?" Zi Tong asked.

"You're overthinking it. My plan is perfect. You should just worry about yourself. You will be my first sacrifice." Bai Zhi said without paying any attention to Zi Tong.

Bai Zhi walked straight into the depths of the blood pool, his steps firm and resolute, as if the disgusting bloody smell and the evil power in the blood pool had no effect on him. The blood in the blood pool seemed to have life, flowing slowly, emitting a pungent smell, and as Bai Zhi walked, some strange ripples appeared.

When Jiaojiao saw Bai Zhi leaving, although she was still curious about Zi Tong's condition, she knew that it was more important to follow Bai Zhi closely, so she stopped observing Zi Tong and hurriedly followed him. With every step she took, she felt as if a pair of invisible hands stretched out from the blood pool, pulling her steps, and the force was cold and malicious. But Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and stared at Bai Zhi's back with a firm gaze, wanting to know what shocking secrets were hidden in the depths of the blood pool.

Finally, they came to the end of the blood pool. The atmosphere here was even more oppressive, as if the air had become thicker. A tail feather was seen floating in the sky, flashing a brilliant and mysterious light, which was particularly dazzling at the end of the dim blood pool. There seemed to be some strange power fluctuations remaining on the feather, and those fluctuations seemed to be telling stories from the past, and each flow of power had a unique rhythm. There were also two dragon scales of different colors floating next to it, one emitting a deep blue light, which was as deep as the deep sea, as if it hid endless power; the other was an ancient and majestic blue-black color, and the texture of the dragon scales was clearly visible, and each texture was like a mark of time, witnessing the glory of the past.

Jiaojiao recognized the tail feather as Zheyan's at first sight. She had seen Zheyan's peacock spread its tail feathers in her previous lives. At that time, Zheyan's old phoenix spread its tail feathers. The gorgeous scene was deeply imprinted in her mind, so she was sure of it at first sight. And the two dragon scales of different colors, without any guessing, knew that one was Yaoguang's and the other was Moyuan's.

Although Yaoguang is the first light in the world, it is full of endless mysteries. In ancient legends, Yaoguang was born at the beginning of chaos and was the first light in the world. She had heard that when Yaoguang transformed, she could choose her original form, and the first person Yaoguang saw at that time was the Father God. The image of the Father God was tall and majestic, full of endless wisdom and power, leaving an indelible mark in Yaoguang's heart. Influenced by the Father God, Yaoguang finally chose the dragon as her original form.

Tail feathers and dragon scales are extremely important. They are not just a symbol, but also contain great power and special meaning. How could Zheyan and his friends be so careless? Were they stolen by Baizhi, or were they given to Baizhi? The reason is really hard to figure out. Jiaojiao was full of doubts. She looked at these things carefully, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Mo Yuan's dragon scales have not been stained by karma. The dragon scales exude pure power fluctuations, as if isolated from the world, without being disturbed or eroded by the outside world. Zhe Yan's tail feathers are already a mess, with many complex causal lines entangled on them. Those lines are like intricate spider webs, densely intertwined, like a ball of untied tangled ropes. Of course, although Yao Guang's dragon scales do not have many causes and effects, they are also stained with some. Those causes and effects are like tiny silk threads, vaguely attached to the dragon scales, like shadows hidden in the dark, although subtle but can not be ignored.