After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Chapter 505

"Then let's go look for it."

Ying Bing touched the big-headed doll and nodded.

The two walked out of the water tribe cave.

"correct."

"Ok?"

"What do you think will happen when a true dragon and a true phoenix combine?"

Ying Bing was walking slowly with light lotus steps, but she almost lost her balance when she heard the words. When she came to her senses, she grabbed Li Mo's sleeve.

"Why do you ask about this?"

"Hmm...just curious. I seem to have never heard of the descendants of true dragons and true phoenixes." Li Mo pondered.

"That's because the True Dragon and the True Phoenix have never appeared at the same time."

Confused student Li became even more confused.

After seeing the Jade Phoenix God, Ying Bing combined her knowledge and said softly:

"Because of the power of all living beings, the True Dragon and the True Phoenix were not creatures that existed from the beginning, but came into being because of the faith of all living beings."

"Now that Dayu is still here, the national destiny has condensed into a golden dragon of luck, so there is no way to talk about the True Phoenix."

"This has something in common with the method of observing the gods. Without the faith of all living beings, the power will continue to weaken."

After listening to Bingtuozi's explanation, Xiao Li seemed to be lost in thought.

In the memory of the mystery in the womb, the mainstream view is that the dragon is also a fictional product.

They were born from ethnic groups that believed in different creatures, conquered and annexed each other, and merged into one, and eventually became the totem of all descendants of Yan and Huang.

Well, he didn’t have so many mysterious powers in his previous life, not to mention the power of all living beings, which he only has a vague understanding of now.

They may not be confused.

Not long after.

The two walked to the marriage tree.

"Hmm? I've fulfilled my wish?"

Li Mo clearly remembered where he had hung the brocade bag, but it was empty there. So he walked around the marriage tree several times, but there was no trace of the brocade bag at all.

"Bingtuozi, my treasure bag is missing, do you have any clues?"

"Maybe someone picked it up?"

Ying Bing quietly turned her head away.

"How uncultured! What kind of person who gave birth to a son without an asshole would do such a wicked thing?"

Student Xiao Li was very angry.

Paji——

Suddenly there was a sound in my ears.

It was Ying Bing who had an expressionless face and was kneading the big-headed doll with her bare hands until it made a crackling sound.

"It's okay, it's just one lucky bag. I'll hang ten or eight more of them later."

Li Mo was not so angry anymore.

My scalp feels a little numb after being rubbed like that.

This empathy is too intuitive, that is to say...

Having just said goodbye to Wu Qing and his wife, Li Mo also planned to leave Southern Xinjiang with Ying Bing and return to Qingyuan Sect.

Brother Mount has returned to his hometown.

Li Mo couldn't rely on Bingtuozi to plan the route, so he asked for her map.

The two walked to a small pavilion not far from the marriage tree.

However, as soon as he spread out the map, he was stunned.

"Limo Village... Limo Mountain... Limo River... Limo Clan..."

The map is very accurate, but many places are not marked with place names. This is normal. The same is true for the maps bought from Hengtong Trading Company. It is impossible to record every small place in detail.

But as everyone knows, Bingtuozi doesn't know the way.

A picture suddenly appeared in Xiao Li's mind.

The cold and aloof Qingluan Goddess lost her way, and took out a map to identify her location. However, she became even more confused after looking at the map, and had no idea where she was.

So I picked up the pen...

“That’s where the place is.”

Ying Bing took back the map, his clear eyes serious.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it."

Looking at his bare hands still pinching the big-headed doll, Xiao Li nodded.

Then he took out his map and unfolded it, planning his return journey.

After a while.

In the pavilion, Li Mo rubbed his brows and was about to look into the distance, but he saw two more figures under the marriage tree not far away.

Ying Bing also followed his gaze.

Not far away, they saw the leader of the Qingluan tribe, who always smiled happily when he saw them.

Shang Qinqing.

She was not alone, there was a pure monk wearing a gauze hat next to her. They were about fifteen feet away from the pavilion.