The Ancient Vast Realm

Moyu Palace - Main Hall

"You're a little too impulsive."

Looking at Yin Mo who was still silent, Kong Chen slowly walked towards him helplessly.

"Old man, you know, my junior brother has only joined our Ksitigarbha Hall for more than a year. How could this matter fall on him? This should not be his responsibility! Could it be that the Holy Land is deliberately targeting me? The palace cannot be completed? I will not give up until all the members of the Ksitigarbha Palace are killed!"

It seemed that there were no outsiders, so Yin Mo finally said with a gloomy expression.

"Be careful, this matter is not intentionally targeted by the Holy Land. In fact, I was notified of this transfer by an old friend in advance. You must know that in the past thousand years, since Xiao Qi's death, your master has never Accept another disciple, and our Ksitigarbha realm has never had a disciple perform the mission of the Holy Land in thousands of years. If it weren't for your senior brother who has been out suppressing those void worlds and made great achievements, someone would have jumped out to express dissatisfaction.

As the Palace Master, it is the Palace Master's obligation to cultivate more disciples for the Holy Land. However, your master has not recruited any more disciples to fill the gap in these years until you appeared. However, I thought you could take over. The banner of the Tibetan Realm, who would have thought that you would be almost perfect for Burying Nerves. With your state at that time, if the Tribulation of Jealousy appeared on that day, it would almost be a certain death. I had no choice but to imprison you in this holy land. Hundreds of years.

If you hadn't proven your talent over the past hundreds of years, your master would have endured even greater pressure. You also know that, with the exception of almost everyone in the Ksitigarbha realm, the rest of the war halls would have lost their lives immediately if the prince died. The new palace is added.

This is the pressure that our human race, our Holy Land, and the various palace masters of our Holy Land must bear. They must take the lead in abiding by the way of fire, otherwise how will the rest of the people view it?

Your master respects love and doesn't want to see his disciples die one by one due to misfortunes. Are other hall masters willing to see it? The princes of each palace have never been an existence with aloof status and glory. Your existence more represents the leaders of each war palace in the Holy Land. Opportunities and risks have always coexisted. On this point, I want to use your wisdom to , I won’t understand”

Kong Chen slowly sat next to Yin Mo, watching him slowly tell the story, with a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes.

Hearing Elder Kongchen's words, Yin Mo suddenly fell silent. He naturally knew some of the rules of the Holy Land. As the absolute refuge of the human race, everything the Great Wilderness Holy Land did was only to allow the Great Wilderness Human Race to survive in this dangerous world. .

"But junior brother..."

Yin Mo muttered his lips and was about to say something, but was directly interrupted by Kong Chen.

"I don't blame anyone for what happened to Xiao Jiu. It has nothing to do with how long it took for Xiao Jiu to enter the Holy Land. Although Xiao Jiu entered the Holy Land for a short time, his abilities are extraordinary, and he is vaguely protected by great opportunities. , he has already entered the eyes of many powerful people in the Holy Land, and this is no longer an excuse for us in the Ksitigarbha realm. Unless Xiaojiu has not yet broken through to the third realm at this time, it is impossible to escape."

Speaking of this, Kong Chen's face twitched slightly. Who would have thought that Feng Xuan, this kid, seemed to have no bottleneck at all. His cultivation and combat power were soaring all the way, almost without stopping. Now he has only entered the Holy Land for more than a year. His strength is actually enough to fight against some creatures at the peak of the third realm, which is simply scary to say.

When he saw Feng Xuan's combat power in Fenhuang Mountains, Kong Chen had to admit that he was also a little confused at that time.

"Well, you have to know that it was precisely because of this matter that the Holy Land also made compensation when it made this decision. Do you really think that just because of the task that the boy accidentally completed, you can get the qualification to enter the secret realm of time? No, the maintenance of the secret realm of time is just The resources consumed are enough to be worth a mid-grade holy weapon, not to mention that it requires the Spirit Witch Festival to open it personally. The past ten years have been enough to make up for this kid's accumulation, and can win him an additional one. Years are already the limit of what we can do.”

Kong Chen placed the holy order on the table, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes as he watched Yin Mo Na slowly calm down.

"When Xiaojiu comes out of seclusion, you can help him handle the matter together. This is also your master's instructions. The old man will not be with you. Now that he has appeared, the old man needs to go out for a walk."

Elder Kongchen stood up with his nine-section staff and walked slowly outside the hall.

Upon hearing this, Yin Mo was stunned, frowned slightly and asked, "Old man, where are you going?"

Kong Chen never looked back, and his figure slowly disappeared into the void. Only a plain voice echoed in the hall.

"I haven't shown up for ten thousand years. I'm afraid some guys thought that the old man was dead. Naturally, I went to see those 'old friends' this time."

...

Secret realm of time

"Glimpse"

A soft drink suddenly sounded from the valley.

I saw silhouettes of naked upper bodies appearing in various places in the valley in an instant. There were nine figures in total.

However, in just a few breaths of time, eight of the nine figures disintegrated one after another. Only the last one stood quietly and watched the eight figures disintegrate.

"Finally, I have mastered my practice to the point where I am worthy of being a sea-level mid-level footwork martial arts. It only took me two months to turn wind into shadow with the first move, but it took me a full year to perfect the second move. Now I can finally transform into the Nine Shadows. With such a terrifying movement speed, even those at the peak of the third realm would probably be foolish to tell whether I am real or fake."

Feng Xuan looked at the disappearance of the last figure on the other side of the valley, his expression looking extremely dull.

"Sure enough, the martial arts derived from the Bronze Space are the most suitable for me. Although this Liufeng Shadowless Step is not a top-level footwork, it is derived from everything I am good at, and even more so. The ability to slow down is also integrated into it. Although it is only a middle-grade sea level, in my hands, I am afraid it is no less than an ordinary high-grade sea level footwork."

Feng Xuan walked slowly towards the valley. His long black hair, which almost touched the ground, was tied casually with a straw rope and swayed in the breeze.

What makes people laugh is that behind Feng Xuan, a small green bamboo that is only as tall as a person is struggling to dance its dense roots and chase Feng Xuan not far behind him.

When Feng Xuan came to sit down at the stone table next to the bamboo forest, Xiao Cuizhu finally caught up with him. Several thin branches quickly wrapped around the teapot on the stone table, and gently placed the upside-down bamboo tube. In front of Feng Xuan, he diligently poured him a cup of tea.

But Feng Xuan was already used to this scene.

This little green bamboo is naturally the one that awakened his spirituality in the spiritual tide of his breakthrough. Although it was extremely fragile when it was first born, in the following few years, Feng Xuan became bored when he was bored. From time to time, it was used as an experimental spiritual pattern object, and an unknown amount of spiritual power was input into it. This also caused the little green bamboo to grow at an alarming speed. It was not until two years ago that it was finally able to pull out the roots and move freely underground. .

But the first time Xiao Cuizhu was able to move, she didn't do anything else. Instead, she ran towards Feng Xuan's residence.

Although Feng Xuan was a little uncomfortable at first, but as no living being could talk to him in so many years, Feng Xuan left Xiao Cuizhu as a little follower, at least able to help him with daily beatings. class.

"If I don't practice sword practice today, I'm leaving."

Feng Xuan drank the tea in the cup and suddenly said while looking at Xiao Cuizhu who was still diligently tidying up the courtyard beside him.

There are two things Xiao Cuizhu loves most. One is Feng Xuan instilling spiritual power into it, and the other is watching Feng Xuan practice his sword.

Hearing this, Xiao Cuizhu was visibly startled, and then immediately ran to a nearby hut with his roots dancing, and fetched a blue gown for Feng Xuan.

Looking at the gown handed over by Xiao Cuizhu, Feng Xuan showed a faint smile on his lips.

"I'm not going out, I'm leaving here. If I leave this secret place, I may never come back."

Feng Xuan looked at Xiao Cuizhu and said softly, knowing that Xiao Cuizhu could understand.

Over the years, Feng Xuan had no one to talk to, so teaching Xiao Cuizhu became his only pleasure besides practicing in this secret realm.