Magic Punk

How did Xuanyi know?

If all this has become an obvious fact, how could Xuanyi not know it?

After all, the young man had met His Highness the Third Highness so many times, and the red-haired girl in black, who was equally beautiful but looked slightly younger, was an existence that almost everyone would never forget.

Of course, Xuan Yi also knew that the taciturn or simply speechless puppet-like protector of the chivalrous line must have come up with very powerful restrictions.

But now, with the appearance of Xi Ying, the casual connection between Xi Ying, His Highness the Third Highness, and Yaoyao has become even stronger than before.

When Xuan Er used Yaoyao's body in the Palace of Bones in Lanyin City to summon the Third Highness to serve as a gold medal fighter, at that time Xuan Yi only suspected that there was some strange connection between Yaoyao and the Third Highness. It was as if Yaoyao himself used his own crisis state in front of the Nine Clouds of the Forgotten City to get His Highness to come out to rescue him.

But at that time, Xuanji had no intention of telling himself what this part meant. Just like now, he was still curled up quietly in his body, with no intention of reminiscing with the sunset in front of him.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yi looked at Xiying: "Xuan Er, no, do you know Mo Xiaojing?"

Although Xuan Yi now knows that Xuan Er's real name is Ojing Mo, there is no doubt that Mo Xiaojing is the name this young man walks around the world by.

The young man's feeble voice suddenly sounded in Xuanyi's heart: "So is there anyone who sells people like this?"

As he said this, Xuanyi felt something as light as bubbles or mist leave his body. Then when he looked again, he saw a handsome young man wearing a snow-white warrior uniform standing next to him, facing Xiying. Bow down and salute.

His form is empty and illusory, and one can tell at a glance that he is not a real person.

"Mo Xiaojing has met His Highness Xi Ying." Xuan Er spoke this time, very seriously and respectfully, as if he really had some strange emotions towards Xi Ying.

In other words, they are really old friends from thousands of years ago.

Xiying looked at Mo Xiaojing's shadow and asked with some sadness and melancholy: "So in the end, are you the only one left?"

"Thousands of years have passed by, and there are too few people in this world who can resist time." Mo Xiaojing said with a smile. This was the first time that Xuanyi saw Mo Xiaojing's true appearance. Normally, he used his own appeared to talk to him, and this time it was obvious that he used his own image in life.

When he was alive, Mo Xiaojing was a young man who made people feel very stable and secure just by looking at him. Even Xuanyi felt a little ashamed of himself, but it was about his appearance. As expected, Mo Xiaojing did not deceive him when he said that he was his descendant.

The similarity between the two of them is not only the physical features that everyone in the Os family has, such as black hair and dark eyes, but also the physical shape and facial features are actually at least 70% similar.

So Xuan Er hid in the Emperor Tian Ancient Sword and was finally willing to help him. Maybe this factor was also involved?

If Xuan Er didn't say this, Xuan Yi would never have the chance to ask.

"Yes, that time we met a thousand years ago, everything changed in the blink of an eye." Xiying looked at Mo Xiaojing and said, then she turned to look at Xuanyi beside her.

"So he is indeed the person we are waiting for?"

"This is something you should confirm." Mo Xiaojing said respectfully: "Of course, in my opinion, yes."

"He is the one who fits the prophecy."

Xuanyi listened quietly and tried to analyze the meaning of this conversation between the two people.

Because this time it is obviously related to myself.

Xuan Yi has heard Xuan Er say it many times about himself being the son of the prophecy and the person of the promise, but only this time did he feel it was true.

It was fate that pushed him to come to this Nihuang Underground Palace, and then cut open the red jade square coffin with his own hands.

No matter what you have done before, no matter how hard you struggle, this world line will eventually correct itself to this line, which is very strange and terrifying.

So after the two people had been chatting in front of each other for a while, Xuanyi asked: "What prophecy? You have been talking about prophecies."

Xuan Yi thought for a long time, and finally thought that if he went straight to the point at this time, he might get more information, because whether it was Xi Ying who was honest and trustworthy and would not lie, or Xuan Er who always liked to change the topic to avoid his questioning, if he went alone at this time They are all his most powerful offensive weapons.

Mo Xiaojing's illusory body glanced at Xi Ying. His entire body was in the form of a spiritual body, glowing dimly. Xuan Yi even suspected that this was the appearance that Mo Xiaojing was willing to spend a lot of money to maintain in front of Xi Ying.

Xiying also looked at Mo Xiaojing, nodded and then shook her head.

For some reason, when Xuanyi saw the exchange between them, she always felt that she was the sad third party.

But Mo Xiaojing found the answer he wanted from Xiying's attitude, and then looked back at Xuanyi: "The prophecy is about the god of death."

"The reason why Xitian was willing to leave the other side in the first place was not only that the god of death who called herself Lan showed her astonishing power that was almost irresistible, but more importantly, she gave Xitian a prophecy." Xuanji said, and then Looking at Xuanyi: "Do you know what the existence of a saint means?"

Of course Xuanyi didn't know, because he was still far away from that realm.

Xuanji smiled: "The most important power of a saint is the power to transcend this world and not be affected by the world and destiny."

"Otherwise, if you are in the long river of destiny, no matter how powerful you are, like Lin Wei, if someone like Xiying is born to despise the world, you will still be a doll in the palm of destiny, unable to truly control your own destiny. .”

"But the saint does not need it. As long as he does not set foot in the long river, then he can be born to cut off all connections between himself and the world, and thus become immortal and live the same life as all things in the world."

"But if I remember correctly, the three ancient saints are all dead." Xuanyi said.

This is not a refutation, but a hope that Xuanji can give him more useful and important information.

Sure enough, the parasite inside the boy smiled.

"The three saints have their own reasons, and it is difficult to explain them all."

"But what you have to remember is that when a truly powerful person wishes to die, he should also be qualified to die."

"Because saints can jump out of long rivers, they also have the ability to trace the past and future of this world. The so-called omniscience and omnipotence is the focus of human beings' pursuit. At least saints are the creatures closest to this end."

This time Xuanyi finally grasped the important core.

"You mean."

"Sages can see the future, right?"