"The Son has returned. ”

In the Taishu Holy Land, a huge square, although night had fallen, there were still many disciples gathered in groups to talk.

When Xuanyuan Qi took Ning Chuan into Taishu, many people's eyes were attracted by them.

"Didn't Senior Brother Xuanyuan go to the Eastern Wilderness to invite the elder?"

"Why didn't the old man come? ”

"Could it be that this is the medicine boy next to the old man, or is it a disciple of the old man?"

"The old holy lord is extremely injured, I heard that he is about to be unable to hold on, there may be hope for the elder to take action in person, just a disciple, I'm afraid it will ......"

Everyone was talking, and their eyes were all looking at Ning Chuan's body.

"Huh!"

In the distance, a rainbow swept by, and then I saw an old man come to Xuanyuan Qi's side.

"I've seen the Great Elder. ”

All around, the disciples present spoke in unison and bowed respectfully to the old man.

The old man nodded, and after glancing at Ning Chuan, he looked at Xuanyuan Qi, "Where is the old man?"

"I found it, but the old man frankly admitted that he was helpless against the old holy lord's injury. Xuanyuan Qi said truthfully.

The old man in front of him, named Yang Rui, was the Great Elder of the Taishu Holy Land, and he had the strength to cut the Eight Heavens of the Dao Realm.

This kind of cultivation, looking at the Northern Underworld, can already be regarded as a famous Saint Master-level figure.

But in this Zhongzhou Taishu Holy Land, he is only a figure at the level of a great elder.

From this, it is enough to see that compared with Beiming, the overall strength of Zhongzhou is stronger than just a grade.

Listening to Xuanyuan Qi's words, Yang Rui couldn't help frowning, "Even the old man is helpless......

"How can this be good? The old Holy Lord's condition is urgent, and if he doesn't get treatment, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on. ”

All around, all the disciples present couldn't help but discuss, and it was not difficult to see that a look of sorrow appeared on his face.

The old saint lord who was too sparse, the figure who was sanctified six thousand years ago, is a truly invincible existence on the land of Zhongzhou.

With a saint-level powerhouse in charge, in the past six thousand years, Taishu's development has also been extremely rapid.

If something really happened to the old Holy Lord, Tai Shu would inevitably lose his vitality because of this, and he would fall from the top overlord of Zhongzhou to an ordinary holy land.

This is obviously something that no one wants to see.

"This is Brother Ning Chuanning, the Holy Son from the Northern Luoyun Holy Land, and this time he is returning with me to save the old Holy Lord. ”

Seeing that everyone had a sad face, Xuanyuan Qi smiled, pointed to Ning Chuan, and introduced it to everyone.

"The Holy Son from the North?"

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this.

His eyes looked at Ning Chuan curiously.

Obviously, just now, many people mistakenly thought that Ning Chuan was the disciple of the old man or the medicine boy beside him.

But he never thought that the other party would be the same Saint Son-level genius as Xuanyuan Qi?

It doesn't look like it......

This young man in white, who is only twenty years old, does not seem to have anything special except for his appearance.

Moreover, the aura on his body, weak and pitiful, doesn't seem to have even reached the realm of returning to the ruins, right?

Can such a person become a Son?

Although the Northern Hell is the weakest place in the Five Domains, it is also a holy land, so how bad can the strength be?

As a holy son, Ning Chuan must have the strength of the Dao Cutting Realm level, right?

But he didn't even reach the realm of returning to the ruins, which is inevitably a little too much to say.

"Luoyun Holy Land?"

Great Elder Yang Rui couldn't help frowning, pondered for a long time, and couldn't find the slightest information related to Luoyun Holy Land in his mind.

He couldn't help but ask curiously, "As far as I know, there are only seven holy lands in the Northern Underworld, namely Liyuan, Mingguang, Taixu, Ziji, Wanchuan, Daoyan, and Zixiao, and once upon a time, there was another Luoyun Holy Land?"

"I, Luo Yun, have only been a saint for a few months, and you haven't heard of it, so it's not difficult to understand. Ning Chuan smiled.

Only then did everyone react.

It turned out to be a newly established holy place.

No wonder I haven't heard of it before.

It's just that although it is a newly established holy land, the overall strength is not weak, right?

Otherwise, how can it be sanctified?

But it is difficult to understand that a young man who has not even reached the realm of returning to the ruins should be the Holy Son.

When he thought of this, Great Elder Yang Rui couldn't help but ask, "The Old Holy Lord's Spirit Sea has been damaged, hurting the meridians, it has reached an extremely serious point, even the immortal elder who is the first Dan Dao Sect Master in the Eastern Wilderness is helpless, I don't know what Ning Gongzi can do?"

"There are many ways to do this, but the old Holy Lord is suitable for which station treatment, and this will have to be decided after examining his injuries. Ning Chuan said bluntly.

His simple words made Yang Rui and the people around him stunned.

There are many ways to do this?

Are you sure?

"It's a long story, let's let Brother Ning check on the old Holy Lord first, and I'll explain it to the Great Elder. Xuanyuan Qi spoke.

He saw with his own eyes in Luo Yun that the ten ancient emperors were obedient to Ning Chuan, and he really knew that Luo Yun and Ning Chuan were not simple.

If it is said that in this world, the most promising person who can save the old Holy Lord is of course Ning Chuan.

But about the scene he saw in Luoyun, without Ning Chuan's consent, Xuanyuan Qi naturally didn't dare to say it in front of so many people.

Moreover, the situation of the old Holy Lord is urgent, for now, it is better to bring Ning Chuan over to check it first.

Soon, under the leadership of Yang Rui, Ning Chuan and Xuanyuan Qi walked straight towards Taishu Back Mountain.

After a while, they came to the front of an ancient temple.

In the main hall, on a futon, there was an old man with a white beard and hair.

His face was extremely pale, and his breath was a little weak.

The old man is none other than the old holy lord of this holy land, Ouyang Hong.

"I've seen Shizun. ”

As the Holy Son of Taishu, Xuanyuan Qi is also a personal disciple of Ouyang Hong.

Now that he came to the other party's side, seeing that Ouyang Hong's face was much more serious than a few days ago, Xuanyuan Qi couldn't help but worry for a while.

"You're back......"

Ouyang Hong slowly opened his eyes, and in those deep eyes, it was as if there were hundreds of millions of galaxies in them, this was an invincible saint in the world.

At this moment, his eyes seemed a little blurry, obviously because the injury was too serious, so the whole person looked a little wilted.

"For the teacher's injury, I know that the Linghai is the origin of people, even if it is an ancient emperor, once the Linghai is damaged, it is difficult to save it, you don't need to seek medical treatment for me, this is doomed to be in vain. The old Lord spoke.

A short sentence, when it came out, seemed to have spent all his strength.