The quiet and elegant bamboo house, if it were not for the faint coercion, it would be hard to believe that this would be the last place for the two saints to sit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a slight pause, Lu Feng's expression moved slightly, and he immediately approached the bamboo house, stretched out his hand and pushed forward.

The crisp bamboo door seems to be extremely fragile, but no matter how Lu Feng uses it, it can't move at all.

"It seems that only the bloodline of the martial family can be opened, otherwise there is no way for a saint to come here."

Lu Feng said secretly, this is the transformation of the Yao Saint Realm, and there are too many formations outlined, even the saint can't force it open.

Then, he looked at Wu Xingling next to him with a gentle gaze, spread his hands and said, "Only the martial bloodline can be opened here." ”

Sure enough, as Lu Feng measured, when Wu Xingling's palm pressed on the bamboo door, he heard a creaking, and the bamboo door that had been closed for a long time finally opened slowly.

A faint holy power swept out from the bamboo house, Lu Feng's gaze looked in, first a burst of darkness swept by, and then he saw that there was not too much luxury inside, and a few tables and chairs were all furnished.

"Is this the place where the ancestor sits?"

Wu Xingling's face did not have the smile of the past, and it was extremely solemn, because she felt a throbbing from her blood.

Lu Feng followed into the bamboo house, and his eyes flashed brightly.

This place was arranged by the two saints of the Freedom according to the rules of the Holy Dao, so that it can be preserved to this day.

The bamboo table next to it also has a jar of unfinished drink.

Not only that, but there are also many traces of the two saints who lived in the bamboo house.

The bamboo house is not big, the two of them walked around quickly, and then walked to a study, where two looming figures could be seen from the outside, sitting quietly.

"This is the Ancestor!"

Wu Xingling saw the two figures, his eyes were hot, and he screamed in surprise.

"The Holy Body of the Two Saints!"

Lu Feng was also taken aback.

Although the two holy bodies in front of him had been sitting for 100,000 years, the Holy Fall had laid out many measures before to make his body incorruptible, and now it looked like his flesh and blood were still full, as if he was sleeping.

The Xiaosheng on the left is a middle-aged man, with a majesty that is not angry but majestic on his face, and the two lines of eyebrows are as sharp as a sword, as if he is in charge of killing, but the gaze that looks at Xiaosheng is extremely soft.

Yao Sheng is an intellectual and virtuous woman, and her face with the temperament of a sage seems to make the world bleak, and her face is like watery tenderness.

The two looked at each other and smiled, there was no fear on their faces, but they died peacefully.

"The ancestral home says that the ancestor was seriously injured that year and sat down after a hundred years of ancestral shrine."

There was a mist in Wu Xingling's pupils, and when he saw the Ancestor Holy Body, he felt a great sense of excitement in his heart.

She slowly walked into the study, and then knelt down towards the two saints of Xiaoyao, extremely respectful.

Although Lu Feng did not bow down, he also bent down deeply to show his respect.

After Wu Xingling knelt down, there was suddenly a melodious sound of the piano that traveled through the ancient years and was transmitted from space to ears.

A layer of dreamlike light was hazy on the two holy bodies, and above the heads, there was a virtual shadow like a substance, and the rich coercion was overwhelming.

On the body of that Xiaosheng, a tall and majestic middle-aged man wearing green clothes appeared, his aura was extremely sharp, and the space between movements seemed to be cut into pieces.

On Yaosheng's body, there was a woman in colorful clothes, with colorful light like a jumping elf, her eyes were extremely gentle, and her two jade hands were folded on her chest.

"How many years have passed, and finally a junior can come here, it seems that my martial arts family has not declined."

The Xiaosheng looked down at the two people next to him, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Holy Soul!"

Lu Feng looked at the two figures that were like real ones, and from the soul power that emanated, he naturally understood that this was the last bit of divine consciousness that the two saints used the power of the holy path to suppress the last bit of divine consciousness, just waiting for the arrival of future generations.

"Junior Wu Xingling, I have seen the Xiaosheng Yaosheng!"

Wu Xingling could feel the cordial aura of the two ancestors, and his heart was extremely shocked.

Compared to the cold holy body before, the holy soul with the consciousness of the two saints was undoubtedly more shocking, and the remote saint gave her a warm feeling.

"No need to be polite, can the dark age have passed now, and what about my martial arts family now."

The voice of the Yao Sage is extremely crisp, and there is softness in the eyes, even if it has fallen for 100,000 years, it is still impossible to forget the descendants of the martial arts, which is also the last obsession of the two.

"100,000 years have passed in the ancient era, and now the martial arts family lives in Tianfu Prefecture, although there are no saints in the clan, there are also many quasi-saints."

Lu Feng glanced at Wu Xingling, who was still in shock, and immediately answered for her, a saint who can suppress a wisp of holy soul for 100,000 years is not something that ordinary saints can do.

"At a glance of 100,000 years, it seems that my friends sheltered the martial arts family at the beginning."

Xiaosheng nodded, he was sharp back then, offended many saints, and knew that once he sat down, the family was afraid of great disaster.

And he also knows how difficult it is to impact the saints, and now the development of the martial arts family is also being cleaned up.

Soon, Xiao Sheng's sharp eyes stared at Lu Feng, even if it was just a holy soul, it could still make people feel the pressure that was difficult to breathe.

One can imagine how powerful the Celestial Saint was in ancient times.

"Back then, I set a test, and only within half a month can I pass through the cooperation of the Divine Exterminator Demon Eye and my martial arts bloodline, it seems that you are a junior who has succeeded, and you can be regarded as a talent."

Looking at Lu Feng, a smile also appeared on Xiaosheng's stern face.

"Is that talent?"

The corners of Lu Feng's mouth twitched fiercely, he was torn apart hundreds of times in the illusory space, and the pain was heart-rending every time, if it weren't for his own mental toughness, he would have been unable to hold on to that pain.

However, thinking that Xiaosheng was an ancient period, an era when martial arts were more prosperous, I was also relieved.

It's just that the martial arts family suffered, and the test set was completely passed by the top Tianjiao in ancient times.

"Ancestor, this time the family sent the two of us here to seek whether there is a chance to become a saint."

Wu Xingling's voice suddenly sounded, his eyes widened, and he looked at the two saints respectfully.

Yaosheng smiled and said, "One hundred thousand years have passed, and those enemies of ours have long been seated, and they didn't stay in the family before, because they were afraid that it would bring disaster, but now they can be left to you." ”

From the soft voice of the Yao Sheng, Lu Feng could feel the love of the two saints for the family.

If you don't have the strength to protect the treasure, it is not a blessing to leave it rashly, but a catastrophe.

"But before that, Xiaosheng and I have also left some opportunities for the younger generations, so let's seize the time to cultivate first."

Xiaosheng and Yaosheng glanced at each other, waved their hands, and saw a milky white light surrounding the two of them in the study, and a dreamlike light appeared above their heads.

The gentle power is like a cradle, and it is extremely comfortable.

"The two of you refining together, this thing is the source of the holy power refined by the sage of the evil god clan that I killed."

Xiaosheng's solemn voice suddenly sounded, and then the two of them touched their hands together under the attraction of a force.

I saw that in the light, a mass of power continued to pour into the flesh and blood of the two people along the pores.

"Very good juniors, although I can't leave the ancestral shrine to see the current martial arts, and now I can spend the last period of time with Yaosheng, and I will live in vain."

Xiao Sheng looked at the two people wrapped in the light group, looked up at the sky, smiled slightly, and couldn't help but take the hand of the Yao Sheng Holy Soul next to him.