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Ling Xuan smiled and nodded, "Very good."

He really wanted to skip those trivial steps and go straight to the final step.

Holy land treasury.

Accompanied by Shangguan Yun, Ling Xuan walked in front of the precious sacred artifacts.

These holy utensils are wiped by monks every day.

So there is no dust accumulation.

Every holy vessel is shining brightly, exuding dazzling light.

Ancient and vast.

Standing beside Ling Xuan, Shangguan Yun introduced the origins of these holy artifacts to him very intimately.

According to Shangguan Yun, these sacred artifacts are all extremely ancient without exception.

At least they are all handed down from the period of the war between gods and demons.

However, Ling Xuan is not interested in these.

He already has a lot of low-grade and middle-grade holy artifacts here.

There are even several high-grade holy artifacts.

As for the top-grade holy weapon, there is also a magic knife that slaughters wildly.

For the current Ling Xuan, it is long enough.

Shangguan Yun was surprised to see Ling Xuan's lack of interest.

There are so many holy artifacts that you can't look down on.

The sacred artifact on Ling Xuan's body is probably better than these.

The two moved on.

Ling Xuan stopped at an unexpected moment.

He stared at something without blinking.

Shangguan Yun glanced at it and said with a smile, "Oh? Brother Ling has taken a fancy to it?"

"This is a keel clock, which is said to be made from a rib of an ancestral dragon."

"The refiner seems to be the Great Desolation Lord, who made it to suppress the Nether Evil Dragon."

Speaking of this, Shangguan Yun said in a low voice, "By the way, Brother Ling must have heard the news that the True Dragon Sacred Land in Xishenhai has disappeared from top to bottom, including the mountain gate."

"It is said that the Nether Evil Dragon is also missing, and there is no news yet."

Ling Xuan nodded, "I already know about this."

After finishing speaking, he teased, "Perhaps the Nether Evil Dragon sneaked into the Holy Land of Reincarnation just to destroy these ancient holy artifacts stored in the Holy Land."

Shangguan Yun couldn't help but shudder.

Damn.

Say no to horror stories.

If I really meet the Nether Evil Dragon at its peak state, I am no match for the old man.

"That's the keel clock."

Ling Xuan nodded.

Shangguan Yun was taken aback, "To suppress the Nether Evil Dragon, the keel clock was already shattered. I collected a lot of fragments in the Holy Land of Reincarnation, and managed to mend it into what it is today."

"But it has been greatly weakened..."

"Brother Ling, I advise you to change to a holy artifact."

Ling Xuan shook his head, "That's it."

Seeing his firm attitude, Shangguan Yun had no choice but to nod.

the next day.

The large-scale ceremony was held in the main hall of the Holy Land of Reincarnation.

The big and small sects of Dongzhou and Dongyu all sent important figures to participate in the ceremony.

People want to know, who is the new Supreme who joins the holy land of reincarnation.

The ceremony lasted for three days.

People are amazed at Ling Xuan's youth.

Feeling the rise of another super genius.

News of the newly promoted Supreme quickly spread.

But Ling Xuan didn't stay in the Holy Land of Reincarnation for too long, but immediately returned to the Mangcang Mountain Range.

He had agreed with Shangguan Yun early in the morning.

I did join the Holy Land of Reincarnation, but I won't stay there forever.

If the holy land of reincarnation is in danger, he will take action.

Shangguan Yun agreed.

He is really not good at restraining Ling Xuan, a promising newcomer to Supreme.

Tie it firmly to the chariot of the Holy Land of Reincarnation.

This moment.

Beyond the Mangcang Mountains, there is a mortal town called "Jinhe Town".

A fair-skinned young man in black was driving a black horse, passing a roadside teahouse.

The servant greeted him graciously, "Guest, what kind of tea would you like to drink?"

The young man in black casually threw an ingot of silver, "A bowl of herbal tea, tell me the story of the Mangcang Mountain Range."

The young servant's eyes lit up, he was even more attentive, and immediately began to chatter.