In the valley, children ran out, laughing and playing, and the women hiding in the house also walked out one by one.

Almost instantly, the valley swept away the ethereal color before, full of vitality.

"Stay the immortal, stay with you." Ouyang Hua stepped forward a few steps and said repeatedly, his expression was extremely sincere.

Wang Lin did not speak, and stepped out of the valley. He had already thought about leaving here and continuing to fly westward, and wanted to see what the place was mysterious. Especially the ancient demon city 30 million miles away, Wang Lin wanted to see what was going on.

As for asking about the other party, Wang Lin lost interest. The innocent eyes of the child and the scared eyes of the woman reminded Wang Lin a lot.

"Grand Immortal, tonight is the day of demon spirits. If you are alone outside, you may not be able to fight against those numerous demon spirits. It is better to stay here. If you really want to leave, it will not be too late to leave tomorrow!" Ouyang Hua did not dare to go forward too much and said loudly.

This was the second time that Wang Lin heard the word "Demon Spirit Night" from Ouyang Hua. He paused, turned around and looked at Ouyang Hua.

"What is the Night of the Demon Spirit?"

"Supreme Immortal, I will talk to you in detail about this matter. Why not go to my house to tell me about it?" Ouyang Hua said hurriedly.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and nodded.

Ouyang Hua's house is located in the northernmost corner of the valley, and within more than ten feet of the surrounding area, there is no other house. This immediately makes the place look unusual.

The house is round, like a steamed bun buckled on the ground, mainly in green, covering a huge part.

The house is of a good size, with a wooden bed and wooden tables and chairs, and there are some fragments and decorative objects hanging on the wall. One of them is inconspicuous, and there is also a painting.

Standing in the house, Wang Lin looked at the picture scroll on the wall, silent.

The color of this painting is yellow, and there are broken corners. The whole painting has slightly wrinkled, which is obviously caused by too long.

On the scroll is a middle-aged man in his forties. The man was wearing a strange Taoist suit and looked into the distance, as if he was thinking. He casually placed his right hand on his chest, pinching a strange mark.

At the other end of the drawing scroll, where the man looked, was the sky, and there was a black mist in the sky, and there was an illusion in it.

But this painting took too long, so it was not clear to see what was there in the black fog.

Ouyang Hua stood respectfully, and sometimes followed Wang Lin's gaze toward the scroll, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"When will the formation outside the valley exist?" Wang Lin's eyes remained on the scroll. After a while, he asked slowly and in a deep voice.

"This formation has existed for too long and no one has remembered it for a long time. Since I have memories, I just know that countless years ago, a man named Huanglong came here with my ancestors and tribe members and settled here... It is said that at that time, this formation had existed for countless years." Ouyang Hua said slowly in silence for a while.

"But this person?" Wang Lin's eyes were always on the scroll.

"Yes, he is the Huanglong Immortal!" Ouyang Hua's eyes were even more enchanting.

"Huanglong... is really called Huanglong..." A strange light appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. After a long time, he sighed and gently rubbed his right hand gently at the center of his eyebrows.

"Huanglong...what is going on..." Wang Lin seemed to have forgotten Ouyang Hua who was standing beside him, and his eyes never moved away from the roll.

The man on the scroll was handsome, quite like a fairy-like look, and even more like a lingering immortal power. If he was an immortal, someone would definitely believe it.

"Huanglong..." Wang Lin's eyes showed confusion. This kind of gaze was extremely rare in Wang Lin!!

Wang Lin has always been firm in his heart, but just as he entered this place and saw the scroll on the wall, his soul was shocked!

"How do you know that his name is Huanglong?" Wang Lin asked slowly after a long time of silence.

Ouyang Hua didn't understand this question very much. After hesitating for a moment, he said carefully: "You...did you know Huanglong Shangxian?"

Wang Lin frowned.

Ouyang Hua hurriedly said, "Everything I know is passed down from the mouth of my ancestors, and the name of Huanglong Zhenren is the same."

Wang Lin was silent. He looked at the scroll, and there was a trace of recollection in his eyes. His mind seemed to penetrate the East Sea demon spirit, the starry sky, the clouds, and go to his hometown - Zhuquexing.

His mind has penetrated hundreds of years and recalled the young man who walked out of the mountain village, was not collected by immortals, and was ridiculed by all his tribesmen hundreds of years ago...

After several twists and turns, the sect that the young man entered under his fate, this sect was called the Hengyue Sect...
Chapter completed!