Mu Lingyao got up from the ground with a dejected head, patted her dress, muttering constantly in her mouth, not knowing what she was saying. After a moment, Mu Lingyao, with a sad face, exhaled heavily, unfolded her body, and headed straight for the Ninth Mountain.

And Chen Fan...

The old man ignored Chen Fan's unhappiness, nor did he lift the restrictions on Chen Fan. He grabbed Chen Fan's belt with casual grasps, and the old man pulled Chen Fan's belt, picked up Chen Fan and set up a breeze, and disappeared into the sword pool in an instant.

Chen Fan was still in the future and protested, but his eyes lit up and appeared in a lobby. Nine night pearls as big as fists were arranged in a row, illuminating the lobby with extremely bright light. On the front of the lobby, there was a dark sword word deeply engraved on the wall.

Chen Fan just took a look and immediately had a split headache. Tens of swords were flying in his eyes, and swords kept ringing in his ears, and he hurriedly diverted his gaze.

The old man let go of Chen Fan and sat on the row of cushions directly in front of the word "Sword". As he thought about it, he immediately penetrated the lobby, as if he was flying around.

"Calm your mind and concentrate!" the old man shouted lightly.

The moment Chen Fan made a sound, the endless sword shadows rushing in his mind dissipated, and the sounds of swords in his ears disappeared instantly. Chen Fan glanced at the old man gratefully, immediately hugged Yuan Shouyi to calm down.

When Chen Fan closed his five senses and calmed himself to eliminate distracting thoughts in his heart, a group of old men descended one after another, and the flying swords went up to Nine Yang, Qi Ba Peaks wanted to fight against the elders of Nine Yang Sect were among the list.

They all have endless Taoist rhyme flowing, and their aura is as majestic as mountains, either kind or majestic. Some people laugh, and some people ponder. The immortal spirit makes people want to bow their heads and worship.

After a moment, the many atmospheres of the Jiange Sect masters disappeared one after another, becoming ordinary, and the mad pressure surging in the air became calm.

Chen Fan finally clarified his mind and slowly opened his eyes. He watched as more than ten old men gathered in front of him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But I immediately understood the identities of these old men. A warm current flashed in my heart. I quickly bowed and said, "Jiufeng disciple Chen Fan, pay homage to all the sect elders."

He knew that several sect elders who killed the Nine Yang Demon Sect for him and started a sect battle must be in front of him.

A white-haired old Taoist, who was also in a blue Taoist robe but without a beard, reached out to hold Chen Fan's hand. Chen Fan remained motionless, but felt that the place where the old man was holding was a little hot.

"The blood and blood flow endlessly, like a storm of waves, with a dragon-elephant energy, and their bloodlines are very pure and powerful." The old man smiled, then let go of Chen Fan's hand and looked at Chen Fan with satisfaction.

Another old man's eyes flashed with a blue light, and Chen Fan suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and his heart beat twice at a rapid speed, feeling like he was seen through.

"The bones are flawless, wide, thick and strong."

"Huh?" The old man spoke in surprise, and the green light flashed again.

"There are actually spiritual energy and bones, and there are signs of jade transformation! The heart is filled with golden light and cannot be seen through, but the heartbeat is accompanied by thunder sound. Why is this?" The old man frowned and said.

"Take it serious?" Someone of them was surprised.

"Natural!" the old man replied affirmatively.

After saying that, these sect elders instantly surrounded Chen Fan, and there was still a little bit of elder Fengyi, as if they were a group of children who were aroused of curiosity.

Poor Chen Fan once again lost control of his body and could only watch these unknown old men fiddling with his body, touching his bones, exploring his vagina, and talking nonstop, and couldn't help but pulling the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe it is the Lingyang clan, whose innate nature is different from ordinary people, and its organs are born like this. The best physique that can produce innate purple qi cannot be evaluated by ordinary people." After a long time of exploration, someone finally spoke to himself.

Chen Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when the rest of the people heard this, they nodded and said yes. Chen Fan, who had recovered his control of his body, fell directly to the ground, looking in tears.

"Haha" An old man laughed out loud and looked at Chen Fan in a sarcasm.

"I heard that this kid showed great power in Yingmenghua Valley, defeated the mortal world with a purple rain, and climbed to the ninth level of heaven without any obstacles. It coincided with the change of heaven and earth. He obtained the ancient sword of the strange treasure, which attracted the stone tablets and ancient scriptures to recognize their masters. His talent and fortune were fully displayed in front of the world. Although Hua Gu came forward and I Liuyun did not hesitate to fight to protect him, I am afraid that I still cannot completely intimidate those who are ill-behaved." Mr. You Zong said with emotion.

"This is inevitable. Chen Fan's realm is now low, and those people are still watching. When his realm is high, there will definitely be people who can't hold it. After all, there have been rumors since ancient times that the blood of the spirit nourishes the spirit hides the secret of becoming an immortal."

Chen Fan was shocked. He had never heard of this, so he hurriedly listened to the deciphering of the old master.

"There is this rumor. Although it is absurd and unproven, the temptation to become an immortal is too great. Regardless of whether it is true or false, there will definitely be many people who will like to follow him."

"It's not that the blood of the spirit-raising people will never be seen, so why would such rumors appear?" Chen Fan asked with the shock in his heart.

"The spirit-raising person is not unaware of it forever. On the contrary, many spirit-raising people have awakened and emerged from nowhere. And every spirit-raising person is terrible in combat." The powerful man who brought Chen Fan to Jian Pavilion responded.

"The closest spiritual cultivation man to us was born in the northern border. His name is He Beixiong. He awakened a thousand years ago and was also the shortest spiritual cultivation man in the world. He was not famous before, but became famous in Beijing Binglong City. He used the Taotai Mirror to kill a spiritually built monk, and was later chased by Piaomiao Imperial City for thousands of miles and fled into the quicksand swamp between the northern border and the western desert."

"That day, the quicksand swamp yellow sand was flying all over the sky, the icebergs cracked into water, the black clouds in the sky were like ink, and the mad thunder was endless. After seeing this scene, He Beixiong suddenly became crazy and extremely violent. After fighting for the seven spiritual-building monks to death, he was actually struck by a dazzling purple thunder, and disappeared on the spot, leaving only a broken long sword falling to the ground. There was a colorful stream of light on the handle of the sword, which seemed to be a fairy spirit."

"Some people say that this is the blood of the spirit-raising man who is shocked, and it is a jealousy of heaven. It is an immortal who is descending from the disaster. Some people say that his blood has completely awakened, which has attracted purple thunder to be in the immortal class. Whether it is true or false is actually nonsense, but He Beixiong has indeed completely disappeared, and that immortal energy has indeed existed."

"There are also the Southern Wilderness three thousand years ago, Dugu Wuwang of the Barbarian Temple. At that time, he had a reputation that was overwhelming in the five realms, and his cultivation was overwhelming. He defeated Huagu and defeated Yin Jinren. He forced Du Qing to swear that he would never enter the Southern Wilderness in life and death. The finger of the Emperor Broken Finger was cut off by him. There was only one tie in his life, and no defeat in his life. He ruled the world, and countless people could only look at it."

"But unfortunately, Huagu and Dugu Wuwang were amazing, but they were not recognized by the way of heaven. Instead, they had been able to achieve the throne of the great emperor by their broken fingers on the soles of their feet."

"On the day when the emperor was cut off, Dugu Wuwang stood in the 100,000 mountains, triggering an unprecedented riot. The ferocious bird and demon fled in panic, sand and soil flying, and beast roars resounded through the sky."

"The black fog shrouded the mountains, and the thunder in the sky was raging, and it turned into a sea of ​​thunder in an instant. That terrifying momentum became a nightmare for countless people."

"When the Emperor Broken Finger arrived, the mountain range had completely collapsed. Countless ancient trees on the mountain peaks and the ferocious beasts that had not yet escaped, all became Nirvana powder, and Dugu Wuwang also disappeared. The Emperor turned back to Zhongzhou without saying a word."

"Some people say that the broken finger became the emperor, but Dugu became an immortal. Because there was also a trace of fairy charm on the scene and was discovered. It seemed that some secret emperors were noticed and did not make a judgment."

"There are also the madman Zheng Kongming, 5,000 years ago, Sui Ye, 8,000 years ago, and Wang Shu, 12,000 years ago. They all amazed an era, but the ending was the same. They disappeared inexplicably in the world, like a curse, and the spirit-raising person will end up in the end."

"And, when they encountered similar disasters, their life stories gradually faded, and most of the traces were erased, which created an illusion that no one could see the spirit-raising man forever. If it weren't for the word-of-mouth of generations, these things would have long been obliterated in history. Even the Three Life Emperors 20,000 years ago were the same."

"If it weren't for the ancient books, who would still remember that one person was the white-clothed emperor of a sect?"

"Later, a powerful man who loved to study ancient history and was proficient in numerology, came to a shocking conclusion after countless deductions and combined with all the deeds of the spiritual-raising person who had manifested in the world for the rest of his life."

"He said that the Ling Yangren clan contained a huge secret in his bloodline. He could not predict whether it was good or bad. However, it must be related to immortals." When he said this, the old man glanced at Chen Fan with deep meaning.

Chen Fan has now completely fallen into a state of stagnation. What Mr. Zong said was too incredible and he needed time to digest it.

Moreover, there have been so many spiritual nourishing people who have appeared. Did they also come from Dachen?

If so, then why would a spiritual raising person be wandering outside after a thousand years?

If not, then what kind of existence is the Lingsheng tribe? The same bloodline awakened by different individuals, and thus collectively referred to as the clan, is actually not at all related?

What's going on with that so-called ending?

Chen Fan was in a mess and had many doubts in his heart.

The old man who grabbed Chen Fan here came, approached Chen Fan and patted Chen Fan on the shoulder and said, "I brought you here to tell you all this. Moreover, from a thousand to three thousand years, a spirit-raising person will be born, which is worth pondering. As for the secrets in your bloodline, no matter whether they are true or false, you must dig to the end. This is also the expectation of the sect."

"The sect will use the power of a sect to protect you until you rule the world, achieve the throne, or become an immortal!" The old man's tone was calm, but when he said that he became an immortal, Chen Fan clearly noticed the old man's inner desire.

"What if it's the ending you said first?" Chen Fan said, his tone a little confused.

"We have carefully studied the final outcome of all the spirit-raising people, but found no connection. The only thing that can be considered a connection is that before the ending comes, the spirit-raising people will die. Moreover, the ancient books do not record the ending of the Three Life Emperor. Perhaps, can you avoid it like him?" the old man said frankly. With a wave of his sleeve, there were about hundreds of ancient yellowed books all falling in front of Chen Fan, which seemed to be extremely old.

"These are all the books I found from the library that recorded the life of Yangling. If you look closely, you may gain something. This is a game of fighting, you will fight for life and death, and the sect will fight for the future!" The old man smiled.
Chapter completed!