Tian Yuan

Hearing these words, everyone in the Holy Land was shocked.

In just a few decades, the world will usher in such great changes. How can we not be alarmed and frightened?

"Do you, fellow Taoist, really mean what you say?"

Even though the Holy Master tried very hard to control his mood swings, it was still exposed, with his eyes widening, his chest rising and falling violently, and his tone of voice was not so plain.

"believe it or not."

Chen Qingyuan said coldly.

If anyone else said this, they would definitely be scolded or even taught a lesson by the people in the Holy Land. However, the disrespectful words came from Chen Qingyuan's mouth, and everyone did not get angry, they just pretended not to hear.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for informing me."

After a while, the Holy Master looked very calm on the surface, clasping his fists in a gesture.

At this time, Peach Blossom Fairy suddenly spoke: "Where is Nanjiang Yu's tomb?"

"Boom!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderbolt, and everyone who was already in a state of surprise received another blow, their expressions were shocked, and they were about to stare.

Nanjiang Jade, the ancestor of Xuanling Holy Land.

It left a strong mark in the history of Cangyu Prefecture.

"You..." Everyone stared at Peach Blossom Fairy and hesitated to speak.

It is extremely disrespectful to call the founder of Xuanling by his first name.

However, it is difficult for people to get angry.

Maybe it's because of this face!

In addition, the name of the ancestor of the Holy Land can be said to be top secret, and after so many years, few people in the world know about it.

"How do you know the name of the ancestor of our clan?"

There was no anger in the Holy Lord's heart, only doubts and a trace of indescribable awe.

"take me."

Peach Blossom Fairy's tone was indifferent and commanding, leaving no room for doubt.

It was obviously disrespectful, but no one denounced it.

It was unusually quiet in the hall, and you could hear a needle drop.

"Okay." The Holy Master said solemnly, leading the way himself.

Before you go, make sure that Chen Qingyuan is entertained well and don't neglect it.

Chen Qingyuan would not interfere in Laotao's own affairs, so he sat where he was and enjoyed tea comfortably.

As soon as the scene changed, the Holy Lord and several ancestors led Lao Tao to the back mountain cemetery.

At the very end of the cemetery, there is a stone monument.

The name on the monument is exactly - Nanjiang Jade.

The Holy Lord and others bowed towards the tombstone in unison to show respect.

Even after three million years, the ancestor is still respected and loved by future generations.

Peach Blossom Fairy walked forward slowly, stretched out her hand to touch the stone tablet, and sighed softly: "Alas!"

Looking at this scene, the Holy Lord and others remained quiet, wanting to see what was going on.

He was full of doubts about the identity of the person in front of him.

After all, how could a legendary existence like that be still alive?

Anyway, this is the territory of the Xuanling Holy Land, so we are not afraid of any conspiracy. If it is really the plan of thieves and enemies, the worst they can do is suppress it with the force of thunder.

"When we said goodbye that year, I never thought it would be like this."

Some fragments of scenes from the past appeared in front of Peach Blossom Fairy's eyes, and she murmured to herself.

The true feelings are revealed and the past is lamented.

Through this tombstone, I thought of many things in the past, and my eyes were covered with a layer of smoke, and my vision was blocked and blurred.

"Who are you...?"

After a long time, the Holy Lord broke the silent atmosphere, took half a step forward, and asked respectfully.

"Didn't Xuanling Holy Land leave anything of mine?" Peach Blossom Fairy did not speak out about her origins, but instead threw the question back.

The Holy Lord looked directly at Peach Blossom Fairy's back, pursed his lips tightly, and the light waves in his eyes kept flickering.

After a moment, the Holy Master took a deep breath and said, "Please move."

"it is good."

Peach Blossom Fairy is not afraid of being plotted, because from the moment he steps into the Xuanling Holy Land, he is already in an invincible position.

With just a quick glance, I discovered that many areas of the Holy Land had their own Tao patterns remaining.

It should be that the ancestor Nan Jiangyu fully understood the Taoist skills of Peach Blossom Fairy, and used this to shape the foundation of the Holy Land. Later generations of people patched it up, and there is still a shadow of it.

Xuanling Holy Land, Ancestral Hall.

There are no more than a hundred people qualified to enter this place.

The Holy Master lifted the restriction and opened the door from afar.

There are hundreds of portraits hanging in the hall, all of them are sages from the Xuanling Holy Land. Only very outstanding people can have this honor. The holy masters of certain eras were unable to enter this ancestral hall due to their mediocre performance, and eventually passed away with regret.

In the middle position, the two portraits hanging are particularly obvious.

On the right is a portrait of Nan Jiangyu, the ancestor of Xuanling, and on the left is a man wearing a pink gown.

The figure on the left and the Peach Blossom Fairy standing in the hall are carved from the same mold. If I really want to pick out the difference, it is that the ages are not quite equal.

"There are actually portraits."

Looking at her portrait, Peach Blossom Fairy felt a strange feeling and whispered to herself.

The Holy Lord and others compared it at close range, and the more they looked at it, the more their scalps became numb.

I checked it secretly using various means, but found no trace of disguise.

It’s just that they look alike, the key is temperament and charm, which is difficult to imitate.

"May I ask, sir, what is your relationship with my ancestor and mentor?"

At this point, the Holy Master no longer held back and frankly expressed his doubts.

"Mentor?" Peach Blossom Fairy raised her eyelids slightly.

"Exactly." The Holy Master took a few steps forward and recounted the records in the sect's classics: "The autobiography of the ancestor clearly records this period of history. Only when you were young, you received the guidance and teachings of your mentor, you can see through the confusion and walk step by step. to the top.”

"This kid..." Peach Blossom Fairy murmured: "He just taught a few Taoist skills, and he is involved in the relationship between master and apprentice. It's really shameless."

As he said this, there was a little tenderness in his eyes.

The first portrait in the ancestral hall was naturally left by the ancestor of Xuanling.

As time goes by, even with the blessing of mysterious power, the portrait will gradually deteriorate. Later, at regular intervals, successive Holy Lords personally copied the portraits of their ancestors, hung them in their original places, and passed them down from generation to generation.

"Please answer, what is the relationship with my ancestor?"

The Holy Master asked again, his tone a little more serious.

If it is confirmed that the visitor has evil intentions, he will be killed no matter how high the price is. The dignity of our ancestors cannot be trampled upon.

"Om-"

Peach Blossom Fairy suddenly turned around and then dropped her left foot forward.

Suddenly, Dao patterns were densely covered, covering the ancestral hall and even the entire Xuanling Holy Land.

"The original power of the Holy Land is showing signs of awakening."

Everyone noticed this immediately, like a frightened bird, they couldn't calm down.

"You...you did it?"

Immediately, the Holy Lord and others locked onto the Peach Blossom Fairy in front of them, panicking and panicking, and there was also a hint of awe and expectation that was hard to describe, overflowing from deep in their hearts.

"There are a few mistakes in the Taixuan Guangqian Formation. Let me correct it for you."

After saying this, Peach Blossom Fairy casually mobilized the original power of the Holy Land and began to change the trajectory of the sect-protecting formation.

No matter how much you say, it's useless, it's better to show your hands. It can not only increase the strength of Xuanling Holy Land, but also show its identity.

"Rumble--"

The huge holy land began to tremble, and countless unsuspecting elders and disciples panicked and shouted danger.