The Dragon from Hell

It was a man, or more precisely, a monk.

It was just that his appearance was somewhat different from his voice. When he spoke, his voice was warm and gentle, making people feel like the sound of Sanskrit. One word could calm people's minds.

However, his appearance made people feel cold. He wore a black cassock, and the Buddhist seal between his eyebrows had turned black, but he had the face of an eight or nine-year-old child.

His petite body stood in the snow, but no wind or snow could touch him at all.

The moment he saw him, Dugu Jiujian choked his throat with a breath: "Master Wanyou..."

Qin Feng knew without too much introduction that the eight or nine-year-old child in front of him was the fallen master of Wanfo Temple, Wanyou.

Qin Feng wanted to take them away. Wanyou had no breath on him, but he could not sense the Nascent Soul cultivation in his body in an instant. Even the seed was wilted, and there was no response to Qin Feng's call.

Even at this moment, he actually lost contact with Jiao Xia.

Seeds and peppers are Qin Feng's biggest trump cards, but in front of the "child" in front of him, he looked like a naked baby for a moment, and even resistance seemed ridiculous.

However, Wan You did not look at him, but stood on the top of the mountain like him and looked down, his eyes full of compassion.

It was very inconsistent to see such a look from an eight or nine-year-old child, and it was even more inconsistent that the great host in front of him had fallen into the devil.

"Don't worry, don't worry, accompany me to finish this time. The cause planted three thousand years ago should have a result today."

His voice was like Sanskrit, which made people unable to refuse.

The four people looked at each other, and Qin Feng didn't know whether he should leave now. It happened that he couldn't leave, so he could only quietly accompany Wan You to look down.

As the chanting of the Xuanyuan clan stopped, the gate of Wanfo Temple opened.

The entire Wanfo Temple was actually empty, and only one person came out, that is, an old man with gray beard.

He was wearing a gray monk's robe, with only a dark red monk's robe on the outside, which looked a bit old. There was a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and nothing else.

He walked out and stood in front of all the Xuanyuan family members, and accurately called out the name of the man in front of him: "Xuanyuan Cang."

The group of boys and girls did not move, but the man named Xuanyuan Cang took a few steps forward: "Master Mo Sheng."

He was holding the child, but still bowed to the old master in front of him, looking very polite.

Mo Sheng's face was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't seem to be surprised at Xuanyuan Cang's arrival.

"Now that the Wanfo Temple is empty, what do you want?"

Xuanyuan Cang said gently: "Wanfo Temple."

He wanted the Wanfo Temple, the entire Wanfo Temple.

Mo Sheng sighed: "Why must it be the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple?"

"Ever since Wanyou became a demon and left, you have been guiding your people to attract the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple."

"Xuanyuan clan, are you also going to fall into the devil?"

"Elder Mo Sheng, don't worry too much. We don't want anything, we just want to survive." Xuanyuan Cang said.

Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that someone from the Xuanyuan clan would say such a thing.

Could it be that, as Dugu Jiujian guessed, the seemingly calm surface of the North Territory is actually out of control?

Because of this, Xuanyuan clan wants to find a way to leave, so they want to get the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple?

But then, Xuanyuan Cang answered his doubts and the question in his mind: "The Xuanyuan clan has been guarding here for three thousand years, suppressing the Abyss of Extreme Cold with their own lifespan and cultivation every day. Three thousand years is enough."

He pointed to the boys and girls behind him: "These are the children of the Xuanyuan clan."

Mo Sheng looked up, and his face without sadness or joy was actually shaken: "Are there only these left..."

"Some time ago, the last blue wolf of the Xuanyuan clan left. Now there are only thirty-seven people left in the Xuanyuan clan, including the child in my arms."

"Even the blood of the Xuanyuan clan can't withstand three thousand years of waste with the evil spirit entering the body."

"Now, the Xuanyuan clan is going against the will of heaven, and the blood has been polluted. This world can no longer accommodate us."

"From 1,500 years ago, the children of the Xuanyuan clan can only live to eighteen years old."

Eighteen years old, not to mention that it is just a moment for the people in the immortal gate, even for the blood of ordinary people, eighteen years old is too short.

Qin Feng didn't know how many people there were in the Xuanyuan clan, but now, there are only 18 descendants of this ancient god clan left.

Looking at the child in Xuanyuan Cang's arms, there are only three babies left in their next generation.

Will this generation of people die, and only Xuanyuan Cang will be left in the Xuanyuan clan?

ThisIt's no wonder they want to leave here, but why did they choose the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple?

When Mo Sheng heard this, his eyes were filled with sorrow. He sighed: "Donor Xuanyuan cares about the people, which is a blessing for Linxian Continent."

With the Xuanyuan clan guarding, the North has been peaceful for many years.

Even when the Demon Realm Lord returned, the reaction of the North was the smallest.

But now, they don't want to.

"Someone once told me that when the Demon Realm Lord returns, it will be the day for my Xuanyuan clan to leave."

"He made a promise to us and let me take the Xuanyuan clan to guard until now."

"And today, I saw the 'key' he left for us, and I also saw the arrival of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and I knew that the time for Xuanyuan clan to be freed has come."

When the man said this, Qin Feng had an illusion, he seemed to look at himself through the corner of his eye.

And the "today" he said saw the key someone left for him, Qin Feng couldn't help but think of the man's sideways look at him today.

Is this matter related to me?

However, Xuanyuan Cang certainly couldn't explain to him at this time, and Qin Feng couldn't ask, so he could only listen to him continue: "I want to use the Wanfo Temple to avoid the wind and snow, so that my Xuanyuan people can continue their bloodline, even if it's just one child."

After he finished speaking, the boys and girls behind him took a step forward, and everyone looked at Mo Sheng expressionlessly.

It seems that they are all mentally prepared to use their lives in exchange for the survival of one or two children.

And Qin Feng also saw that these boys and girls are obviously only sixteen or seventeen years old, but their cultivation is extremely profound.

They not only have their own cultivation, but also carry the bloodline inheritance of the Xuanyuan family.

It is a blessing for the Xianmen that they stay here. After all, if a monster with such a cultivation bloodline enters the Xianmen, what else can others do?

As for Xuanyuan Cang, Qin Feng can't see through him.

But from his words, Qin Feng can hear that he has lived for at least three thousand years.