"One ...... Soul Locking Seed?"

The power of the origin in Jiang Chen's eyes flickered, and one picture after another gradually unfolded-

"Brother Xiao Yun, I'll go first. ”

Outside Wuyang City, two young and beautiful teenagers and girls were saying goodbye, and next to them stood a few old and young people dressed in the costumes of the Yuanyi Holy Land.

"Yue'er, don't worry, it won't be long before I go to the Yuanyi Holy Land to participate in the apprenticeship ceremony and worship in the Holy Land!"

Three years ago, Xiao Yun was full of ambition, and he did not experience falling from heaven to hell, and he did not see the slightest decadence and high spirits.

The boy and girl chatted a few more words, and finally reluctantly said goodbye to each other in the urging of the elders.

So far, it is all the scene from three years ago in Xiao Yun's memory, however, under the effect of the power of the source, more pictures have emerged one by one.

Not long after the group of Yuanyi Holy Land left, a person suddenly turned out of the team, returned to Wuyang City, and quietly entered the Xiao Mansion, while Xiao Yun, who had just returned, turned a blind eye to his appearance.

A gray-brown illusory seed fell out of his hand and was implanted into Xiao Yun's body......

..................

"I see. ”

Relying on the power of the origin, the causes and consequences were all clearly known to Jiang Chen.

It turned out that although the Xiao family is now only confined to one place, the ancestors have also been arrogant, and there is a special power in the bloodline, which is related to the relics of a great emperor, but it needs to be extracted by a special method.

This information has long been lost by the Xiao family in the years, but how powerful the Yuanyi Holy Land is, it was finally found out.

The people who knew about this matter in the Yuanyi Holy Land were divided into two factions, one faction was more mild, and they planned to borrow the power of the Xiao family's bloodline in a reasonable way, especially after Li Jiyue and Xiao Yun, the pearl in their palms, became "friendly", the attitude of this faction became even more ambiguous.

According to their plan, since Xiao Yun's talent is not bad, if he is included in the Yuanyi Holy Land, the power of the bloodline can always find a suitable way to extract it.

The other faction was very tough, too lazy to be polite to the Xiao family, and even said that even if the Xiao family's collective blood sacrifice was made, the source of the bloodline would be extracted.

The latter faction is more powerful in the Yuanyi Holy Land, after all, this is a matter of a great emperor, but not many people are willing to be indecisive.

If it weren't for the latter faction being restrained by the former faction, taking into account the reputation of the Yuanyi Holy Land, and the other preparations for the Great Emperor's relics had not yet been perfected, I am afraid that the Xiao family would have become a scorched earth long ago.

And the representative of the latter faction, that is, the main messenger who planted the seed of soul locking for Xiao Yun, is the contemporary holy son of the Yuanyi Holy Land!

Once the Soul Locking Seed will continue to absorb Xiao Yun's essence, spirit, and qi to grow, once it matures, it will directly devour Xiao Yun's flesh and blood, extracting the source of the bloodline required by the Yuan Yi Holy Son!

"A young man who has become a waste of firewood, a special but buried bloodline power...... In that case, then come this way. ”

Jiang Chen thought about it for a while, and gradually had a clue about how to write the second fate.

His gaze swept over the accessories on Xiao Yun's body.

"Liuyun Brocade Clothes: The special brocade clothes of Liuyun Pavilion in Wuyang City are comfortable to wear. 」

"Breeze Fall: A primary magic weapon, which has the effect of accelerating the absorption of spiritual energy and assisting the body. 」

"Nameless Ancient Ring: The ring that Xiao Yun picked up from the bazaar when he was decadent, its function is unknown, but it looks quite ancient. 」

......

"Quite old...... Not bad. ”

After finding what he wanted, Jiang Chen finally took out the paper and put his own ancient brush in the palm of his hand.

He pondered for a moment and began to put pen to paper.

"When the monk reaches the stage of incarnation, he can travel with the original spirit and place his trust on other things, and the nameless ancient ring does not know the years of birth, which is quite mysterious, and there is a sleeping ancient powerhouse, this coincidence is logical......"

As Jiang Chen's pen stroked down the paper, an illusory figure with an invisible force enveloped the ring on Xiao Yun's right hand, and after a while, it dispersed, looking no different.

And Xiao Yun, who was still trying to cultivate, naturally did not notice any changes.

..................

Half an hour later, Xiao Yun on the futon opened his eyes.

"It's still difficult to cultivate ......"

He let out a long sigh, a less obvious dejection in his eyes.

No matter how tenacious his mind was, he was only a seventeen-year-old boy after all.

"Let's go out for a walk......"

After cleaning up his mood, Xiao Yun left the quiet room.

The Xiao Mansion covers a wide area, in addition to the rockery and garden, there is even a small artificial lake in the middle for the Xiao family's disciples to use.

However, no matter how good the place is, you will get tired of staying for a long time, and near the lake, except for some well-taken care of the family, the children of the Xiao family are not common.

It was almost dusk, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, Xiao Yun sat down next to the lake, lowered his head, and clenched his hands.

"Is it true that I can't continue my spiritual path anymore?"

Xiao Yun's heart was full of unwillingness.

However, even the third-grade alchemist was helpless, what could he do on his own?

Whether it was his father or himself, he used all kinds of methods and even some home remedies that he rushed to the doctor, but it had no effect.

He looked at the nameless ring on his fingertips, and the bitterness on his face was even heavier.

This ring is also one of the items he found in the market in order to solve this problem, trying to solve his own dilemma, as the storyteller said, these items have a special origin and can solve his own dilemma.

However, storytelling is just storytelling after all, and the reality is cruel.

"What is a good ......?"

Xiao Yun unconsciously pinched the ring with both hands.

Suddenly, an invisible light flashed on the ring.

"This?"

Xiao Yun keenly discovered this, and before he could be surprised, a voice rang in his ears.

The voice was old and distant, with a hint of nostalgia.

"Big dreams, cold and summer, tens of thousands of autumns,

The stars are dead and the moon is dry, and the heart is sad.

A sleep through the sea,

Where can you travel?"

Big dreams of tens of thousands of autumn ......

Sleep for the Ages......

In this casual poem, there seemed to be some special meaning hidden in it, which made Xiao Yun's eyes widen.

"Who, who's talking?"

"Interesting, I didn't expect to wake up from sleep and see the bloodline of Emperor Yan, it's really fate......"

"It's just the bloodline of Emperor Yan, why did you fall to Si?"

As Xiao Yun looked around, a mist rose from the ring on his fingertips, gradually condensing into the figure of an old man in mid-air.