2/1 god domain

After approaching, I was even more amazed. This is a real palace, luxurious to the extreme, with every plant, every tree, every pillar and beam, within reach. The white-gold building is more publicized and magnificent, making the entire palace above the greenery look like a holy place in the painting.

"Is anyone there?" The poet was dressed in a cat, looking around furtively, "Is anyone here? If there is, please answer—"

"Even if there were people, they wouldn't be able to hear your voice." Mo Shao shook his head dumbfoundingly, and according to his guess, there were no other signs of life in this place except these "living people".

The style of this palace is relatively retro, full of aristocratic arrogance. After entering the nine-fold gate standing among the four Roman columns, at a glance, there is a large black rose garden full of fragrance, which overlaps on both sides of the road. The stacked petals and branches and leaves are intertwined, exuding a charming fragrance.

There is a large fountain directly in front of the palace, the spring water is clear and cold.

Behind the fountain is a life-size stone sculpture, erected on a white marble base. The material of the statue... Mo Shao pondered for a while, but couldn't tell what material it was, but looking at the carved figures, they were lifelike, about 1.9 meters tall, Tall and slender, with a stern appearance, it gives people the illusion of a god descending from the earth.

"Whose statue is this?" The poet raised his head and looked at it for a long time, almost drooling: Emma, ​​this guy is so handsome, if he can look like this in the future, how great would it be?

"Maybe it was the original owner of this palace." Mo Shao thoughtfully, then patted Mo Fan's arm, "Go on in."

The entire palace occupies a huge area, with a two-story design. It is unbelievable that——

"Wacha, Shaoshao! Look, the ground is so clean, it's as shiny as a mirror."

The four walls, the ground, and the ceiling of the palace are all made of top-grade white crystal stones, which are strengthened with spiritual power. These top-grade energy stones can completely play the role of lighting, and gradually form a perfect circulation body.

In other words, people with supernatural powers can practice better here, and even achieve twice the result with half the effort, but they don't need to worry about the power stored in the power stone being absorbed and turned into a pile of discarded stones.

"Shaoshao, am I dreaming? This place, my God, is even more magical than the Sword Spirit Hall..."

When mentioning Sword Spirit Hall, Mo Shao was startled suddenly, and he quickly thought of Bai Yuan.

Could the holy sword spirit that the old dean said was the master of this palace because of the "big rebellion" that caused the sword spirit hall to exist in name only?

"Shaoshao, is this the place where the lost miracle is talking about?"

Ever since he entered the Nine Layers Gate, the poet's mouth has never been closed. He was so excited that he kept bluffing. At the beginning, Mo Shao talked to him a few words, but later he found that he was enjoying it all by himself, so he simply Let him jump up by himself.

The lost miracle... Mo Shao slid off Mo Fan's back, sat directly in front of the long white table in the flower hall, and spread the map on the table. He had seen the "Detailed Explanation of the Treasure Map" that had been circulated on the Internet before. Version.

They hadn't figured out before, where the location on the topographic map and the space referred to.

After being pointed out by the anonymous "expert", Mo Shao looked at the map again, and suddenly realized: the map shows the central hinterland of the Santes Mountains, and the highlighted location should refer to this mysterious underground palace.

As for the Holy Grail?

"Hiding in the palace?"

It's a pity that this place is too big. To find the Holy Grail, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"I know where it is." The boy said suddenly.

Mo Shao tightened his hand on the edge of the table slightly, raised his head, and looked at the young man beside him, who looked calm and casual, as if he was talking about an insignificant topic such as the good weather today.

How do you know it?The poet suddenly approached, and when the words came to his lips, he found that Mo Shao's expression was not quite right, so he had to forcefully swallow the question back.

"Where is it?" Mo Shao asked seemingly nonchalantly.

Mo Fan put the heart of his right hand on the back of Mo Shao's hand, and his tone was as gentle as ever: "Under the statue just now."

"What did you see?" the poet blurted out, and then quickly covered his mouth, blaming himself in his heart: Why couldn't he hold back the interruption again!It's all the fault of that bastard Mo Xiaohei, he doesn't know where he went!

The innocent black fur ball rolled his eyes, twisted his buttocks coldly and proudly, and continued to look up——

"En." The young man nodded, and added to Mo Shao's calm gaze, "I saw Mo Xiaohei staring at the statue just now. I guess the Holy Grail should be there."

—Looking up at a corner of the statue.

"Ah! Mo Xiaohei is still outside?"

The poet screamed and ran out quickly without leaving a shadow, for fear that if he ran too slowly, he might be tricked by some insidious villain.

In the huge space, there were only two people standing face to face in an instant. Mo Shao pursed his lips and said with a smile, "You carry me on your back, go out and have a look."

The boy bent down as he said.

Mo Shao lay on the opponent's back without saying a word, his eyes suddenly felt a little sore, facing an unknown road, he stood on the road, and would impatiently want to walk to the end, but the closer he was to the exit, the more he felt Uneasy, even want to turn back.

"Xiao Fan."

"here I am."

"Is Mo Yufan really dead?"

"……probably."

"Ah."

Stepping out of the gate of the main hall, the oncoming light was bright and soft. Mo Shao raised his head and looked at the sky as fresh as a fairyland, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

Beside the fountain, the black fur ball and the poet were chasing and fighting one after the other, accompanied by growls and cold snorts all the way, and the two were completely locked in.

"Mo Xiaohei, you can definitely talk, right? Don't think I don't know you're laughing at me just because you're humming!"

"Hum hum……"

"Stop! Transform me! Your uncle is definitely playing with us all the time!"

"Hum hum……"

"Don't run! Otherwise, I will break your five legs!"

Mo Shao frowned, turned his head to look elsewhere, and continued to pay attention to those two. He suspected that his IQ would be lowered below the average line.

"Here, there is a Dao agency." It is very secretive, and most people will not notice it.

Hearing this, Mo Shao took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw a small groove on the right wrist of the statue. He stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the stone base under the statue reacted quickly, sending out a slight click. Sound, a corner of the white marble foundation collapsed...

"I didn't expect this stone base to be hollow."

"There's a box inside."

"Take it out."

"En." The boy nodded, and with a light twitch, he took out the box.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or man-made, but this box actually looks exactly like the one Caesar Ross wanted at the beginning.

Mo Shao smiled and said, "I hope that after opening this time, it won't be another map."

"No." After Mo Fan took out the box, Shiji's mechanism automatically restored, and asked, "Do you want to change the place?"

"There's no one else here anyway."

Mo Shao doesn't have so many taboos. He is also very curious about what kind of secrets are hidden in the legendary Holy Grail. The sooner he finds out the answer, the sooner he can feel at ease.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, no matter what happens, he may not be able to feel at ease.

"Well, it's all up to you." With a little force from Mo Fan, the box opened without any resistance.

A pale golden light burst out from inside, and within a few seconds, it settled down.

Mo Shao suppressed the growing pain in his heart, and looked at the thing inside. It was an ingenious cup, which wonderfully softened silver and pale gold. The color was very pleasing, just like a work of art.

But other than that, he really couldn't see anything special about this cup, so how could it become the Holy Grail coveted and peeped by everyone?

"There are words on it." Mo Fan said, and handed the cup to Mo Shao, "Look at it."

"...Okay." Mo Shao took the cup anxiously, pinched it in his hand, and studied it intently for a while. The words on it were the common language of the Holy Land, and they all knew it.It's just that the content recorded above is really shocking.

"The original genetic mutation of the supernatural person was due to the effect of a colorful stone..." The colorful stone here refers to the colorful energy stone they met at the beginning?

"The genetic evolution induced by the colorful stone has two-way reversible selectivity..." So if a person with supernatural powers uses energy stones too much for cultivation, it may lead to spiritual backlash?

"When the ability breaks through the critical point, that is, the theoretical holy rank, the soul can last forever... I can understand the previous two sentences, but what does this sentence mean?" Mo Shao looked at the boy nervously.

Mo Fan met his gaze without hesitation, first kissed Mo Shao's forehead tenderly, and then whispered, "That's what you imagined."