Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Dun knows Ancestor Qinglian very well. This is a living Buddha who can predict future culprits. If he stays behind, he will certainly not be unmistakable. Master Feng has persisted for so many years to find his master.

Jiang Dun is more convinced and able to conclude that Qinglian ancestors must be imprisoned in the Temple of the Holy See. Under the common heaven, there is nowhere else to trap Qinglian ancestors. Even if Qinglian ancestors' ferry failed, Jiang Dun can predict that when Qinglian ancestors' ferry failed, there may also be a reason. Otherwise, with Qinglian ancestors' skill, it is impossible to ferry failures, and it would have been a fairy long time ago.

“Neither the ancient palace nor the demon palace knew, it seems that they had no idea of the existence of Ancestor Qinglian, Dan Palace, Naran Palace, Fire Palace, Stone Palace, Soldier Palace, the only thing that is doubtful is Xiao Palace, also only Xiao Palace, unfortunately I can't check it out, with my current strength, to go to Xiao Palace, is to find death. ”

Jiangdu was extremely distressed, but his eyes were bright: “By the way, I now have flaming wings. If I cooperate with the space, even if I go to Xiao Palace for a walk, it should be fine. Zulong Tower should also help me to hide breath, but I still can't be reckless. Xiao Palace, if I have the means to imprison Ancestor Qinglian and hide from the other seven tribes, my defense is definitely very strong. ”

Jiang Dun sighed, but decided to give up exploring Xiao Palace. After all, he is still weak. Although he has been promoted to the Second Holy Grade, compared to Xiao Palace, it is completely pediatric, the matter of Ancestor Qinglian, still needs to be carefully investigated.

In fact, as Jiang Dun predicted, Ancestor Qinglian was actually imprisoned by Xiao Palace.

Inside the deep space of Xiao Palace, there is a separate space, which is very small, or cannot be called space at all. It can only be considered a larger secret chamber, which is only a dozen square meters in size, the whole secret chamber is filled with cold air, cold air, everywhere cold frost.

This chamber is in a space crack, and it has a very strong seal on the outside, which is so powerful that even a powerful Grade IX Holy can't detect a single breath.

At this moment, in the center of this Chamber, sitting on the side of an old monk, the old monk closed his eyes, wearing a pale yellow colour on his body, looks old, but still shines silk, the old monk looks 100 years old, of course, in fact, his real age, definitely more than 100 years old.

The old monk sat there with his body covered in rickets and could not even feel his breath. His face was full of pine skin and wrinkles. He didn't seem to live long, but it gave him the feeling that he couldn't die.

The old monk seemed to have been here too long, numbing everything, and the cold breath could not affect him in any way.

The Buddha has an old monk sitting for a hundred years. This is the state of the old monk in front of him.

At this moment, the space of the Chamber of Secrets swept away, a figure appeared as if it were a ghost. It appeared that an old man who looked up and down fifty years old, with a long beard on his chin and not a strong body, but his breath made people feel a tremendous fear. He seemed to have escaped from the heavens and the earth, not from here. His body, freely dispersed with the air of immortality, yes, is the air of immortality. This is a true immortal, beyond the existence of the Great Holy One.

If the outsiders knew, they would surely be shocked to open their mouths. You know, after the promotion of the Great Saint to the Immortal, they would be drawn by the Immortal Realm. They would be immediately led to the Immortal Realm, and they could not stay in the lower realm.

Because the smell of the cactus is too powerful, the world below cannot bear his power, and once the cactus kills, the whole world may collapse, just as the power of the Great Holy Spirit cannot bear in the space triangle.

But there is an old man in front of us.

“Green Lotus, for a hundred years, you are still so obsessed, against our temple Xiao, it will not be good. ”

The old man looked at the old monk sitting on the ground and said.

That's right, the old monk is not someone else, it's the Qinglian ancestors Jiangdu is searching hard for.

“Here you go again. ”

Old Qinglian slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were very cloudy from the beginning, suddenly became so bright, single eyes could see people to death, this is a kind of superior realm, such eyes make it impossible to connect with a dying old man.

“Qinglian, I Xiao has never admired anyone but you, Ancestor Qinglian. As soon as you hand over that thing, we will open the prison for you and make you a fairy. It would have been a wonderful thing, but you stubbornly stayed here for 100 years. Why? ”

The old man said that the tone was already a little impatient because, in the same way, he had said it several times without knowing how many times.

“You used me to stay in the lower realm, you've violated the fairy way, I won't give you anything, you go back. ”

Old Qinglian spoke peacefully, you don't seem to feel a little angry. After saying this, Old Qinglian closed his eyes.

“Green Lotus, you are so stubborn, don't you think I really dare to kill you? ”

The old man got a little angry.

“You dare not kill me, your efforts over the centuries of Xiao Palace have been wasted. ”

Ancestor Green Lotus shook his head.

“You…”

The old man was angry, but there was nothing he could do. As Qinglian said, he dared not kill Qinglian and killed Qinglian and his centenary efforts were ruined.

“Humph! Green Lotus, you should know very well that even if we don't get that thing and imprison you, we can do the same. It's you who loses it. You don't even know if you have a chance to cherish it. ”

The old man snorted and disappeared. It was another unpleasant chat. Such chats took place once a year, and Ancestor Qinglian had become numb.

After the old man left, the surrounding space barrier was completely sealed, surrounded by white frost fog, Ancestor Qinglian opened his eyes again, the well's waveless face revealed a slight derisive smile.

Old Qinglian's hand flashed, a sword with a long leg appeared in his hand. If Jiangdust were here, it would be recognisable. This broken sword is a fragment of Tiansheng Sword.

Ancestor Qinglian stared at his hand to break the sword, as if looking at his old friend, said to himself: “Old man, more than a hundred years ago when you crashed on the cliff, the poor monk went to find this broken sword, I have not admired anyone in Qinglian life, you are the only one, you broke the fairy path, find hope for the great saints of the Holy Yuan mainland, but it will also bring a disaster to the Holy Yuan mainland. ”

Buzz...

Suddenly, the broken sword in his hand trembled violently, making a buzzing sound, as if he had been summoned of some kind.

This situation surprised Ancestor Green Lotus. In 100 years, he was not the first to take out this broken sword to watch, and this has never happened.