Tian Yuan

In the depths of the ancient temple, a vent appeared.

A strong wind hit, containing the power of time, swept Chen Qingyuan over.

"Oh!"

The stones and pillars around the tuyere were all shattered and turned into dust.

Chen Qingyuan was not harmed, but was swallowed by the wind.

"Is this the power of the law of the ancestors?"

On the side, Fang Qingyun stared blankly at this scene with devout eyes.

The Qingzong site is the real ancestral place.

After so many years of dust, something should be born.

"This is where?"

At the bottom of the palace, Chen Qingyuan was suspended in mid-air, and below was an endless abyss, the bottom of which could not be seen.There is nothing around, and there seems to be a little candle in the depths of the space, allowing the gentle light to shine in all directions.

"Whoosh-"

The next moment, Chen Qingyuan approached the candle uncontrollably, his whole body tensed up, and he was extremely vigilant.

"Stone?"

Taking a closer look, Chen Qingyuan discovered that the glowing thing was a stone.

The dark yellow stone, about the size of a palm, looks like a flat token.

I don't know whether it is because of the corrosion of the years, or because of some other reason, this stone looks very rough and pitted.

"Ice cold feeling."

There seemed to be a force in the dark, guiding Chen Qingyuan to reach out and grab the stone.

It was cold, and a bit of sadness welled up in my heart.

Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan saw the most prosperous era of Qingzong.

There are as many as [-] disciples under the sect, and only elites are accepted, and they must be qualified in character and talent.

There are thousands of Mahayanas, and there are more than ten divine bridges sitting in town, how bright it is.

The top sects of the Imperial State, if they are counted as outer disciples, there are no one in the millions.Only Qingzong puts morality first, followed by talent.

It was for this reason that although there were frictions within Qingzong, it never caused too much dispute.

The descendants of later generations inherit the will of their ancestors and are willing to die for their ideals. They may have complaints, or they may be unwilling to end their lives, but they are still buried in the abyss of magic, and no one cares about them.

People in the world don't understand Qingzong's discipleship and will inheritance, so naturally they don't understand this "stupid" behavior.

If it weren't for so many stupid people, how could there be today's prosperous world.

"Om-"

The momentary scene made Chen Qingyuan almost sink into it.

Blurred vision, deep inside.

"Hundred gold-plated halls, suspended in the clouds. True spirits and beasts, guarding all sides..."

In Qingzong's most prosperous era, any true disciple possessed the strength in the late stage of the tribulation, and was ordered by the sect to eliminate thieves and demons.Any powerful mount spirit beast can guard a world without chaos.

Unfortunately, that era has been buried by the years.

Chen Qingyuan could only see it once through this strange stone, and it disappeared in a flash.

"What is this?"

Carefully looking at the stone in his hand, Chen Qingyuan couldn't figure it out.

"Tear--"

Suddenly, the palm holding the stone was cut by a law.

Chen Qingyuan showed a tingling expression, subconsciously thinking that the stone was dangerous, so he quickly released it and threw it into the air.

Looking down, strands of blood flowed from the wound on the palm.

The stone floated not far away, devouring the blood.

Slowly, this dark yellow stone began to change.

Chen Qingyuan watched intently, his expression gradually astonished.

The rough substance on the surface of the stone fell off and turned into a white jade token, crystal clear and flawless.

On the token, engraved with a word - Qing.

"Shh-"

A ray of white light fell on Chen Qingyuan's body, forcibly unlocking the concealment technique, and restored his original appearance.

Regarding this situation, Chen Qingyuan held his breath and concentrated on it, he could only watch and had no other choice.

The white jade token contains the will of the sages of the past dynasties, which is enough to see through Chen Qingyuan's real body.

Soon, the white light disappeared, and the token fell into Chen Qingyuan's hands.

"What is the function of Qingzong's token?"

Chen Qingyuan looked at the token with lowered eyebrows, still thinking in his heart, another accident happened.

"Boom--"

The space under the ancient temple became distorted, and Chen Qingyuan was pulled to the outside world by a gentle force.

"Oh!"

Crashing into the void, he reached the top of the ancient temple.

The sudden space vibration attracted the attention of monks from all directions.

When the monks saw Chen Qingyuan, they were shocked to the extreme.

"It's him!"

"Chen Qingyuan from Daoyi Academy."

"Why is he here?"

"The young boy just now was pretended by Chen Qingyuan. I said that I can't deduce his origin, so it is like this."

"Wait, so Chen Qingyuan is not a member of Qingzong."

"This world is going to be in chaos!"

As Chen Qingyuan's identity was exposed, everyone's faces were shocked, and their eyes were full of shock.

Countless exclamations resounded, resounding between the heaven and the earth, and did not disperse for a long time.

It won't be long before the top powerhouses in the Imperial State and other fields will get news, and they will definitely pay close attention.

Chen Qingyuan himself is a hot topic, the most talented person in the world, no one can match.If you add the identity of Qingzong's successor, it's okay.

Many sects in the Dizhou had insulted the declining Qingzong. This hatred was rooted deep in the soul, and it was impossible to disappear with the passage of time.

These sects did not want to see the rise of Qingzong, not only because of their interests, but also because they were worried about being retaliated by Qingzong, or even causing the disaster of exterminating the sect.

"Chen Qingyuan is a member of Qingzong, no way!"

There are quite a few Heavenly Talents of the Imperial State here, who have dealt with Chen Qingyuan at the Baimai Feast.Hearing this, he was shocked and said in a broken voice.

"If this son rises up, it will definitely restore the prosperity of Qingzong, and even raise it to a higher level."

Many old guys are starting to worry about this.

"If it wasn't for Qingzong, the disaster of Demon Abyss would have already erupted. How could we survive to this day?"

There are more or less sensible old things in the world, but unfortunately they are also very clear that the mistakes made by the ancestors to Qingzong cannot be forgiven at all. Qingzong had a grudge, and there was only one way to go to the dark.

"Chen Qingyuan is actually the descendant of Qingzong, report this matter to the ancestor immediately, hurry up!"

As for resolving this resentment, yes.Go directly to the Moyuan to die, and fulfill the promise of all the sects to work together to guard the Moyuan.

However, these old guys dare not die, they just want to live.

Before long, there will be a shocking wave in this world, which will be even more terrifying than the feast of hundreds of pulses in the past.

"What is he holding in his hand?"

Just now everyone was shocked by the exposure of Chen Qingyuan's identity, but only now did they see a trace of details.

"Could it be..."

Fang Qingyun began to search for Qingzong's ancient records in his mind, his eyes widened, and his whole body began to tremble.

Apparently, Fang Qingyun had guessed something and was so excited that he opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't say a word.