Chaos God's Nest

This is the second time Yan Xiaohuang has come to the Ancestral Temple of the Lieyang Saint Clan.

I still remember that the last time I came here, Yan Qingtian specially handed over "The True Interpretation of Taichu" to him. I wonder what he has to explain this time.

As soon as they entered the ancestral temple, they saw Yan Qingtian sitting inside.

Seeing Yan Qingtian, Yan Keke immediately walked forward quickly.

"Father, I brought Xiaohuang!"

After hearing his daughter's words, Yan Qingtian nodded without answering, but looked directly at Yan Xiaohuang, with a sense of eagerness in his eyes.

When Yan Qingtian looked at him like this, Yan Xiaohuang felt a tingle in his heart for some reason.

"Master Patriarch! Did you ask me to come here because you have something to explain?"

"Ok!"

Yan Qingtian nodded, and then said to Yan Keke beside him: "Ke'er, please wait for me in the inner hall of the ancestral temple. I have something to talk to Yan Xiaohuang alone!"

"Yes, Father!"

After Yan Keke left, only Yan Xiaohuang and Yan Qingtian were left on the field.

"Can the fragment of the book on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion be with you?" Yan Qingtian was the first to ask.

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang's heart immediately trembled, but he still replied honestly: "Yes!"

He originally thought that Yan Qingtian would be furious, but he never thought that after hearing his reply, Yan Qingtian smiled slightly.

"Haha, it seems that the old monster in the remaining chapter was subdued by you?"

"Old monster?"

Yan Xiaohuang was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the remnant soul hidden in Douzhan's Heart Sutra.

"Are you talking about the remnant soul of the self-proclaimed Ancestor Huoyun? He wanted to seize me, but I resisted with all my strength. Relying on the True Understanding of Taichu that you gave me, I finally saved the day!"

Naturally, Yan Xiaohuang would not tell anyone about having the Supreme True Blood in his body.

Although he didn't know what it was, judging from Patriarch Huoyun's expression at that time, he knew that the Supreme True Blood was definitely not a mortal thing, and speaking of it would probably lead to death for him.

"Oh? The True Interpretation of Taichu actually has such wonderful functions? Haha, no wonder it can be called the three ancient immortal scriptures!" Yan Qingtian said with a smile, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

How could he not see that Yan Xiaohuang was hiding something, he just didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

After saying that, Yan Qingtian coughed slightly and asked again: "Then don't you want to know why that fragment appeared in the Saint Clan?"

"Of course, do you want to tell me?"

Yan Qingtian did not answer directly, but narrowed his eyes and asked, "Have you ever heard of the Ancient Temple?"

"Ancient Temple?"

Yan Xiaohuang lowered his head and thought for a moment.

Qing'er had told him before that there were nine domains in the Huagu World Star, and each domain was guarded by a heaven-level sect. The Ancient Temple was the only heaven-level sect in the wilderness.

"heard about it!"

"Haha, the Ancient Temple of Desolation is an existence that is superior to all the clans in the entire Desolate Territory, and there are even top-level experts in the Burning Martial Realm sitting in it. Looking at the entire Desolate Territory, no one can match it!"

"Clan leader, what do you mean?"

Yan Xiaohuang was puzzled. He already knew what Yan Qingtian said, but he didn't know why he mentioned the Ancient Temple.

"Hey! It's okay to tell you that the first ancestor of my Lieyang Saint Clan is a disciple in the Ancient Temple!"

"what!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang was shocked.

The first ancestor of the Lieyang Saint Clan was actually a disciple of the Ancient Temple?

Doesn't this mean that the Lieyang Saint Clan is originally a branch of the Ancient Temple?

Seemingly seeing what Yan Xiaohuang was thinking, Yan Qingtian said with a smile: "Back then, my first ancestor of the Holy Clan was also an amazingly talented person, with earth-shattering cultivation, and his status in the Ancient Temple was even more impressive. Not bad, because of some trivial matters, I left the temple and founded the Lieyang Saint Clan. The fragments of the Fighting Heart Sutra that you practice were brought out from the temple by your ancestor!"

"That's it!" Yan Xiaohuang nodded and said thoughtfully.

Then Yan Qingtian took out a bronze token from his arms, rubbed it gently and said: "When the ancestor died, he left two ancient tokens to future generations. Anyone who can be recognized by the tokens can become The disciples of the temple are protected by the temple, and this old man is doing this for the sake of future generations!"

Seeing the bronze token in Yan Qingtian's hand, Yan Xiaohuang's pupils couldn't help but tighten. He seemed to know the reason why Yan Qingtian called him here today.

Then Yan Qingtian asked: "Do you want to enter the Ancient Temple?"

boom!

Hearing Yan Qingtian's question, Yan Xiaohuang felt a roar in his mind.

Heavenly Sect!

What a powerful existence that is!

This is a place that many monks cannot enter in their entire lives!

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohuang suddenly became nervous, and he couldn't help asking cautiously: "Master Patriarch, you...are you kidding?"

Seeing Yan Xiaohuang's appearance, Yan Qingtian immediately laughed.

"Haha! I'm not kidding, I'm serious! If you want to enter the Ancient Temple, I can give you this token! But..."

Sure enough, there are other purposes...

Hearing the three words behind Yan Qingtian, Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

If Yan Qingtian gave this token to him out of thin air, he would not dare to reach out and take it.

You must know that there must be a monster when things go wrong. He is just a small guard of a holy clan. How could the other party be so kind to me?

"Nothing but what? Just say so, Lord Patriarch."

"It's very simple. I want you to make an oath. No matter how far you are in your cultivation or how strong your strength is in the future, you must treat the Lieyang Saint Clan as your own and protect the Saint Clan at critical moments! Can you do this?" Yan Qingtian looked straight into Yan Xiaohuang's eyes and said word by word with a calm face.

"Haha, I know what you mean! Are you afraid that I will abandon the Saint Clan when I become overbearing in the future? To tell you the truth, although I am not a member of the Saint Clan, I have already regarded myself as a true disciple of the Saint Clan. , these days, whether it is Miss Ke'er, Sister Qing'er, Elder Yantie, Qiongshan Ancestor and the clan leader, you are all like my family to me, you always take care of me. Bear it in my heart that I have long regarded the Holy Clan as my true home. No matter now or in the future, no matter where I, Yan Xiaohuang, am or how powerful I am, the Holy Clan will always be my home! I am willing to devote myself to the Holy Clan. Give up your last bit of strength, and you won’t be afraid even if you die!”

As he spoke, Yan Xiaohuang slapped his chest, causing a trace of blood to come out of the corner of his mouth.

"I, Yan Xiaohuang, hereby make an oath. If the Holy Clan lives, I will live. If the Saint Clan is destroyed, I will also perish! If I live, the Saint Clan will exist. If I die, the Saint Clan will perish! If you violate this oath, both humans and gods will spit on you. Destroyed by heaven and earth!"

After saying that, Yan Xiaohuang saw golden rays of light emitting from his body, which was a manifestation of the Taoist oath being integrated into the laws of heaven and earth.

Hearing Yan Xiaohuang's words, Yan Qingtian felt extremely excited, and his eyes flashed with gleaming light.

Then he said with a trembling voice: "Okay, okay! I really didn't see the wrong person!"

After saying that, he handed the token in his hand to Yan Xiaohuang.

"I told you last time that the catastrophe of the Desolate Territory is about to come, and the forces in the Desolate Territory are about to undergo a great purge. Now our ancestors are about to expire, with less than two years left, and our Saint Clan is also undergoing purges. is on the list, so now our saint clan is even more precarious, you must take this token to the ancient temple to practice, and strive to gain stronger self-protection power before the catastrophe comes!"

After receiving the token, Yan Xiaohuang raised his head and asked in confusion: "Where are the other people in the clan? Why didn't you give the token to them? Why did you give it to me?"

Hearing this, Yan Qingtian smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said: "I'm not afraid of your jokes. Nowadays, the talents of our Saint clan are withering, and there are almost no people who can get the recognition of the Ancient Token. It's not that I won't give the token to them, but But they are simply not qualified to get it! So right now, in the entire Saint Clan, there is no other suitable candidate except you and Ke'er!"

"Is that so!"

After hearing Yan Qingtian's words, Yan Xiaohuang clenched his fists, and he finally knew the great responsibility he had.

For a long time, he thought of something, and then asked again: "You just said that as long as you join the Ancient Temple, you can get the protection of the temple. If that is the case, why do the saints still suffer catastrophe?"

"Haha, the temple is an existence that transcends the entire wilderness. The catastrophe of the wilderness is considered a disaster to us, but to them, it is like a giant sea rising into the microwave. It is nothing! The so-called shelter is nothing. Just personally!”

After saying that, Yan Qingtian smiled and then waved his hand and said again: "Okay, let's not talk about this for now. You first drop a drop of blood essence on the token. If there is no rejection, it means you can get the token. recognition!”

"it is good!"

After saying this, Yan Xiaohuang hurriedly bit his finger and pointed a drop of blood on the token.

The moment the essence and blood dripped into the token, it disappeared, as if it had been swallowed up.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light suddenly shot out from it, and then five clearly visible ancient fonts in the light came into Yan Xiaohuang's eyes.

"Yan Xiaohuang! Allowed to enter!"

Seeing this, Yan Xiaohuang asked in confusion, "What does this mean?"

Hearing this, Yan Qingtian immediately smiled and said: "Okay! You have been recognized by the temple, and it won't be long before someone comes to pick you up in person! By then, Ke'er will go with you!"

Obviously, the scene before him was what he expected.

......

Desolate Sky God Mountain Range.

A large complex of buildings is built against the mountain.

There are thousands of palaces in it, with rays of light twinkling and glowing, it must be the location of a super sect.

Ordinary people may not know the reason for this, but if they were replaced by some scattered strong people, they would definitely recognize that the only heaven-level sect in the wilderness is the ancient temple in front of them.

In the main hall of the ancient temple, a man in white with a childish face and white hair suddenly opened his eyes.

Beside him, an old man with red hair and gray clothes stood impressively.

"Palace Master!" the old man said respectfully.

"Huh? Just a small Lieyang Saint Clan? How come there is an aura that scares even me?" The white-haired man narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.

"Palace Master, what are you thinking about?" The old man in gray clothes on the side asked hurriedly.

"Nothing! The two tokens used by the Lieyang Protector back then have been awakened! You quickly go to the Lieyang Saint Clan and bring back the person who awakened the tokens!"

"Yes!"

The gray-haired old man bowed respectfully, and then disappeared in a flash.

After the old man left, the man in white said softly with a joking look on his face: "Supreme Karma! Interesting! I can't wait to meet this child, haha!"