Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Fuxi Qin, one of the ancient holy objects, has the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.

Su Han had heard of Fuxi Qin from his previous life, but had never been to Shintoism, so he had never seen it.

However, it doesn't matter to Su Han whether he sees it or not.

Because as we all know, the Fuxi harp of Shintoism is only a reflection, not a reality.

A certain leader of Shintoism once said personally that Fuxiqin is not in Shintoism. It is a legend.

In fact, this is exactly the case.

No one has ever seen a real Fuxi Qin, and Shintoism has never used Fuxi Qin from its establishment until now.

However, whether it is true or false, it cannot stop others from admiring and being enthusiastic about Fu Xiqin.

Just like at this moment, Su Han knew clearly that Fu Xiqin in front of him was not real, but he still felt shocked, as if he was about to fall into it.

"Master Su, let's go?"

Seeing Su Han standing there in silence, the disciple couldn't help but smile and said, "Many people who see Fu Xi Qin for the first time will be like Mr. Su, but Mr. Su should also know that this Fu Xi Qin is just a projection. Not real."

"I have a question."

Su Han suddenly said, "Shen Nong, Fu Xi, and Nu Wa, these are the Three Saints in ancient times, but according to legend, if we really want to say who is the Medicine Saint, shouldn't it be Shennong?"

The disciple was startled, smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know about this..."

Su Han sighed in his heart.

That's right, how could he, an ordinary disciple, answer such a nonsensical question?

But Su Han was really confused.

According to rumors, Shen Nong was refining medicine and he should be the medicine sage. Why did he become Fuxi?

…

As the disciple entered the Shinto sect's headquarters, the first thing he saw was still a large amount of herbs.

Su Han felt that if these herbs on Fuxi Star were sold, their value would probably be worth the financial resources of the nine sects!

It’s priceless!

The two of them did not go to the meeting hall. The disciple took Su Han through a place with a small bridge and flowing water, and finally came to a pavilion.

The pavilion is in the middle of a lake. The lake is not big, but there are many fish swimming in it. There are medicinal materials everywhere, all kinds of colors, and the environment is beautiful, just like a paradise.

In the pavilion, there were two old men sitting opposite each other.

One of them was dressed in white and had snow-white hair. When he lowered his head, his long beard almost fell to the stone platform.

On his chest, there is an alchemist badge.

Su Han could see clearly that it belonged to the level of a sixth-grade alchemist!

Opposite this old man, there is also an old man.

His hair is gray and black, his face is wrinkled, and his figure is stooped, as if he is approaching twilight.

On his chest, he also wears a sixth-grade alchemist badge!

When Su Han and the Shinto disciple arrived, the two old men seemed not to notice, still lowering their heads and looking at the stone platform in front of them, motionless, like statues.

"Master Su, I'm leaving first."

The disciple spoke, but he did not speak directly, but said through a message, "These two are both Taoist realm superpowers of our Shinto religion, and their status in the Alchemy Association is also extremely high."

These words were completely exhortations. Su Han understood what he meant and nodded lightly.

After the disciple left, Su Han looked at the stone platform for a while, then found a place and sat down cross-legged quietly.

…

The sky was dark, and in a blink of an eye, it was already late at night.

The two old men still maintained that posture and never moved.

Su Han, on the other hand, did not disturb him. He held his breath and concentrated on stabilizing his cultivation.

One day, two days, three days...

Before I knew it, five days had passed.

When the sun shone on the sky and the earth in the early morning of the sixth day, the white-haired old man finally moved.

The moment he moved, Su Han's eyes suddenly opened.

"I've met two seniors." Su Han stood up, clasped his fists and bowed.

"Little guy, you have good patience."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly, waved to Su Han, and said, "Come here."

Su Han walked forward without hesitation.

When he came to the stone table, the old man with gray hair gradually straightened his body and looked towards Su Han.

"Take a look, what's on this stone table?" The white-haired old man smiled at Su Han.

Su Han glanced at the stone table, then quickly looked away and said, "There is a stone table."

"oh?"

The white-haired old man looked at Su Han, "This is the stone table. I am not satisfied with your answer."

"Senior, if you think it's not a stone table, then it's just dust." Su Han said.

The old man didn't answer.

But the old man opposite him stretched out his palm and gently brushed it on the stone table.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, light burst out from the stone table, and the entire stone table changed at this moment.

The original surface of the stone table seemed to have formed a layer of water, with sparkling waves inside, with many medicinal materials emerging, disappearing, resurfacing, and disappearing again.

At this moment, the white-haired old man raised his head again and asked Su Han, "Look again, what's on this stone table?"

"It's still a stone table." Su Han said.

The white-haired old man frowned and said, "Little guy, see clearly before you speak."

"What I answered was only what I could see." Su Han said.

Hearing this, the old man was startled.

The next moment, an astonishing light burst out from his eyes.

But when Su Han pursed his lips, he continued, "I won't speculate or think wildly. Everything in the world is like this. Sometimes, it is obviously true, but it just messes up the soul and the mind. As for the final result...it went crazy."

"Then how do you know which ones are true and which ones are false?" The gray-haired old man asked immediately.

Su Han suddenly laughed, "So, I don't know what's true or false, so what I see with my eyes is true, and what I can't see is false!"

"Hahaha……"

When Su Han finished speaking, the white-haired old man couldn't help laughing.

"What a true, false, false, false and true!"

The gray-haired old man also said, "No wonder others call you the number one monster. In my eyes, qualifications are innate, and cultivation can be created by chance. This is not a powerful thing!"

"But you, not only have such a terrifying understanding, but also such a determined mind, you are worthy of being the person who can walk ten thousand feet on that immortal bridge!"

"Thank you, senior." Su Han clasped his fists.

This kind of praise is really not something he should be happy about.

In the eyes of Su Han, who has lived for two generations, the two old men in front of him who have obviously survived for at least tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, are just the descendants of the descendants...

"I, Xue Linzi, am known as Lord Yulin!" The white-haired old man stood up.

The gray-haired old man also said seriously, "I'm Sima Hui, known as the Blood-clothed Venerable!"