move on!

In the mountains and forests, lonely figures walk rapidly.

...

temple.

A soul that had been sleeping for a long time gradually woke up with the warmth of blood.

"I have woken up, and another great disaster seems to be coming." A voice came out of the blood mist, distant and desolate: "I have planned countless years and achieved success forever, which is sad and lamentable."

As the blood mist swelled, an arc flashed faintly at the edge.

That is the power of sealing.

At this moment, a dim phantom gradually appeared in front of the blood fog.

"Saint Ancestor, what you call planning is just a joke." The phantom gradually stared at and turned into a man in silver armor. The man looked at the blood mist with a arrogant look and said coldly.

"But a broken spiritual imprint dares to be so arrogant in front of me." The Saint Ancestor in the blood mist snorted coldly, and a ball of blood mist broke out from the arc blockade and directly bombarded the phantom.

However, this is nothing but useless work.

The phantom condensed again and said, "The Lord has already brought down the divine punishment. Those who come here, including you, will never be able to get out of here."

As the words fell, the phantom dissipated.

The blood mist that had been rolling suddenly stopped, and only the Holy Ancestor's sigh came from the faintest sigh.

He endured humiliation and burdened the burden. People misunderstood that he murdered countless powerful people and trapped his inheritance in his own place of cultivation. However, he did not know that he was retaining these inheritances. Otherwise, these inheritances would have long disappeared into the long river of history.

But no one knows this.

No, some people know that they are those bastards from the realm of God.

However, he used the strategy of escape from the cadaver, but still did not escape the original killing disaster.

"Saint Ancestor, it's great to be a slave of God. He had to be so big, and he ended up like this in the end." The phantom sounded suddenly, with a hint of mocking tone: "The most ridiculous thing is that the ants entering here are still for the purpose of killing you."

The Holy Ancestor remained silent.

Even if people don’t understand, so what?

As long as he does what he thinks he should do, that is enough.

Someone once said something, and he was deeply impressed. He just had to move forward, even if he was broken into pieces and went through all kinds of disasters, just to have a clear conscience and wait and see who he would bypass.

Many memories are already blurred, but he still remembers these words and the person who said them.

"I don't know when I will meet you again." The Holy Ancestor sighed: "You said that when I wake up, it is the time when your plan for the end of your eternal plans. I don't know if it has begun."

"I forgot to tell you, according to the news from my original body, your tribe members seem to be planning to kill other tribes here in order to resurrect you." The man paused and chuckled, "This must be very interesting and interesting!"

"Just laugh, see who can laugh to the end," the Holy Ancestor said in a deep voice.

"Holy Ancestor, have you ever laughed?"

"No, but I know the feeling of crying." Saint Zu paused and said coldly: "You have laughed for too long, and it will hurt your heart when you cry once a while. I am looking forward to that day."

"There won't be that day."

...

Chen Feng, others, even the Holy Clan, did not know what was happening in the temple at this moment.

Even if they knew, they couldn't believe it.

Because that's really incredible.

But, often the truth is cruel.

Sometimes sacrifice is another form of protection.

Death is not actually terrible.

What is terrible is those who endure humiliation, endure criticism from the world, endure all kinds of pain and suffering, survive and struggle.

Because, they often bear more.

Living is not easy.

In the past, there were many races, and all kinds of amazing people appeared, establishing various inheritances and establishing sects. This was a true controversy among hundreds of schools of thought. However, behind the prosperity, there is an unacceptable truth.

Now, the truth has been deliberately concealed.

...

"Actually, I have always been a little strange. I feel that the Holy Clan and the Holy Ancestor seem to be doing good deeds." Chen Feng was rushing to the road while chatting with the lay Buddhist Meishan in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"What's the meaning?"

"It is said that at a certain moment, the secret land of the Holy Clan will be opened, and then the cultivators such as the Human Alliance will rush into it and loot. Now the Saint Ancestor's cultivation land is opened, and there are so many powerful inheritances in it, just like the Saint Ancestor will leave the inheritance here and wait for those with destiny." Chen Feng paused and said with a smile: "This is very strange, isn't it?"

It is precisely because he doesn't believe that the Holy Ancestor will do good things that he is strange.

"It's indeed very abnormal." Meishan lay Buddhist nodded.

The Holy Ancestor he knew did not have such a strange habit.

"In fact, it's not just the inheritance, but also the creatures." He paused and continued, "For example, the Holy Spirit Dragon on your shoulder, if he hadn't been deprived of the dragon spirit, he would have been killed."

"According to this, the Holy Ancestor did this to preserve the bloodline of the Dragon Clan?" Chen Feng laughed instead after saying that.

What an international joke?

The lay Buddhist Meishan's eyes flashed and he remained silent.

Although he couldn't believe it, he agreed with this statement deep down.

At that time, was the Holy Ancestor really unable to kill his soul?

He didn't know.

Unless you ask the Saint Ancestor in person, this is also one of the purposes of his trip.

"How come this forest is so barren?" Chen Feng stood at a mountain peak, looking at the continuous mountains ahead, and said in surprise.

The moment he rushed down from the mountain, he couldn't help but shout: "I'm so cold and fire, how can the temperature of this mountain range be higher than that of other places."

He stopped by the cliff and returned to the original peak.

Walk up the mountain and the temperature returns to normal again.

"It's so strange, with the mountains as the boundary, the two temperatures do not interfere with each other." Chen Feng said, and couldn't help but touch his chin: "No wonder the mountains are so barren. With such temperature, ordinary vegetation may not survive at all."

Although the temperature has no effect on him, it may be around 100 degrees. If it is in the sun, you may be able to see the boiling heat.

He hesitated for a moment and walked into the mountain range.

After walking for about an hour, he saw a tree at the highest point of the mountain range, with lush branches and leaves and towering into the clouds. Around the trees, there were also large bamboo forests, lush and lush.

When you walk into some, you can vaguely hear the sound of running water.

"That's a sycamore tree!"

Chen Feng muttered in a low voice, with a hint of thought on his face.

He thought of a possibility.

If you don’t stop with the sycamore tree, you won’t eat without practicing, and you won’t drink without sweet spring.

"Is it the Fire Phoenix that has completely disappeared?" he murmured to himself.

The Fire Phoenix is ​​a strange beast like the Divine Dragon. It is said that it can be reborn from the fire. The race's bloodline is extremely powerful. Unfortunately, it is even worse than the Divine Dragon Clan. At least the Divine Dragon Clan has a rogue dragon and a holy spirit dragon, while the Fire Phoenix Clan has been completely exterminated.
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