Myth Revival: Turn the Chaos Clock over to the Nation at the Start

When they went in, nothing happened, which surprised a few people.

After all, what Han Yi said just now was very serious.

But right away, they realized the weirdness of this place.

Because they walked and found that the people around them were gone.

Really gone.

Obviously, he is still in the corridor that the door just entered.

The surrounding environment has not changed, the breath has not changed, and the flow of spiritual energy has not changed at all.

But what they don't know is that they are exactly the same, going through the same thing.

And Xiao Jin became even more nervous.

Before coming in, Han Yi told him several times not to mess with the things inside.

Xiao Jin was already very careful, but at this moment, fear arose in his heart.

Could it be that he didn't listen to Han Yi and touched something that made him enter here directly?

Han Yi's eyes flickered even more, and he systematically looked around.

He didn't dare to continue to investigate with his divine sense.

However, he didn't notice any changes in the surrounding area, it was still made of those Kongming stones.

"What's going on here? If it's a phantom array, it should be able to identify it?"

Han Yi pondered in his heart, but what he didn't expect was that a figure appeared in front of him the next moment.

He looks like a middle-aged uncle.

"Guests are welcome. I am the housekeeper here. The master asked me to invite guests to the living room."

Han Yi was startled, stared at him for a while, and then realized the difference.

The person who claimed to be the butler in front of him turned out to be a puppet.

It turned out to be no different from ordinary people.

After thinking about it, it seems that it is not difficult for a great ancient supernatural being to create such a puppet.

But what he didn't expect was that the butler in front of him actually said: "It seems that the guest is very extraordinary, and he has already seen my identity. I have been with the master for countless years, millions of years or 1 years. I can’t remember exactly.”

Shaking his head, the butler said with a sigh.

"Who is your master?"

Han Yi tried to communicate.

"My master, he is..."

Just as the butler was about to say something, he suddenly got stuck, as if he suddenly forgot his master's name.

"I... why can't remember it a little bit, it really is old, but you should know it when you see it, our host is very hospitable."

hospitable?

Han Yi grasped this point and carefully searched for the interception disciples who could match the number in his memory.

But after thinking and thinking, he still couldn't figure out who it was.

It's just that the owner of this place is obviously very extraordinary, so you should go and see for yourself.

It's just that the real master is still there, Han Yi doesn't believe it.

He estimated that there should be other magical things here.

"I strayed into Senior's mansion, I'd better visit Senior."

Han Yi said.

The butler smiled and said, "Please follow me."

Han Yi followed him, turning all the way and finally arrived at the living room he mentioned.

The furnishings in the living room are still simple, it seems that the owner of this place doesn't care.

When Han Yi entered the room, he was stunned.

I saw a woman in the living room, about 30 years old, looking at me kindly.

kindly?

It didn't match her appearance, but the temperament she showed made Han Yi feel that it fit so well.

Chapter 139 The Immortal Lady

Looking at the... woman in front of him, Han Yi felt uneasy.

"The juniors of the later generations have met the seniors, but they don't know the names of the seniors. Please forgive me."

Han Yi bowed and said.

He had to do this, because he felt an unparalleled pressure on the woman in front of him.

It was even scarier than when I saw Nezha's image before.

He didn't dare to make the slightest mistake in every move.

Seemingly aware of Han Yi's nervousness, the woman smiled and said, "You don't need to be too polite, I don't know how many years have passed, has someone finally landed on Penglai Island?"

She was sighing, and then said: "I am a direct disciple of Master, and I am called the Holy Mother of Wudang by my juniors, younger sisters and other disciples of Jiejiao..."

Having said that, she paused and looked at Han Yi.

Han Yi's face changed slightly, but his heart was full of waves.

It turned out to be the Holy Mother of Nothing.

It's no wonder that just looking at him, without revealing the slightest breath, he is already as if he is facing a huge mountain at close range.

To say that the pressure mountain is big is small.

"Oh? Judging by your look, do you know my name? This makes me rather curious. According to my calculations, the person who came in should have no idea at all."

The Holy Mother of Wudang stared at Han Yi curiously, as if she saw something strange.

Her gaze seemed to penetrate Han Yi's body and see Han Yi thoroughly.

Han Yi froze and could only let her observe.

"Is it really just a projection?"

Han Yi complained in his heart, and could only pray that she wouldn't see too much.

After a while, Han Yi still didn't dare to say much, fearing that he might say something that would make her unhappy, he gave him a look.

But the Holy Mother of Wudang has spoken.

"The person I expected to come in is not you."

In a word, Han Yi's heart awed.

"However, he also came in, you are an exception."

Han Yi swallowed, and asked, "The Holy Mother is talking about my friend Lu Zhao?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang nodded: "It should have been him, but you were able to come to Penglai Island. It seems that the influence of variables will be greater in later generations. The way of heaven is too chaotic, and I can't see it clearly for a while, let alone..."

She sighed, as if she had made a decision.

As soon as she beckoned, Han Yi suddenly felt that his palm was empty.

The Immortal Execution Sword Seal disappeared directly.

"I remember that Master has never made such a thing, which is strange."

Seeing a familiar aura, there was a smile on the face of the Holy Mother of Wudang, and she was a little surprised to study the sword seal of Zhu Xian.

Han Yi was dumbfounded, but endless fear arose in his heart.

The Madonna of Wudang seemed to be able to perceive what was in his mind.

"Don't be so nervous, this is in my world. If it is outside, even if you are in that mansion, I can't get this thing."

Han Yi was taken aback.

The Holy Mother of Wudang seemed to be very patient with Han Yi, and explained: "Because this thing is connected with you at all, even if I get it now, I can't use it, and I can't cut off the connection between you and it. Contact, it's amazing."

The Holy Mother of Wudang's face remained undiminished, but she let go of her hand.

Sure enough, after letting go, the seal of Zhu Xian's sword flashed and appeared in Han Yi's hands again out of thin air.

Han Yi knew perfectly well that he never summoned it.

Moreover, there is no so-called connection between himself and the sword seal of Zhu Xian, as if he picked up a random stone by his side, and there is no connection at all.

But the Holy Mother of Wudang actually talked about the connection between herself and the sword seal of Zhu Xian.

Then it can only be the system.

Han Yi made up his mind.

It seems that the system is really powerful.

"Holy Mother, I don't know how to separate us, but there are other arrangements?"

Han Yi bit the bullet and asked.

"Your little monkey is strange. When I first saw it, I thought it was the monkey in the west. I didn't expect that its roots and feet are not inferior to his, and it even has a sense of detachment."

Han Yi was startled.

"You mean Monkey King?"

"I'm talking about fighting and defeating the Buddha." The Holy Mother of Wudang said.

Han Yi nodded silently.

"What? You prefer the name Monkey King?"

The Holy Mother of Wudang smiled dumbly, and stared at Han Yi with a funny look.