The clan elder went forward, and He Jianghai stepped behind.

The rules in the clan are strict, and he He Jianghai has the surname, and he can step into the ancestral hall just because of his status.

And he is now the first person of the younger generation.

Then there are Chu Chengyi and others, and now Chu Chengyi, where do they dare to look at him.

He Jianghai naturally paid attention, and it was not on him.

Among the ancestral halls, it is extremely simple.

After stepping in, He Jianghai had already frowned, the same breath was entwined in his perception, that strange cultivation power, this was the entrance to the underground world.

In other words, under the ancestral hall of the Chu family, the entrance to the underground world is suppressed.

Even though it is not as strong as the strange aura of the teaching regiment under the snowy mountains, it is obviously much more than in Kirishima, and there is no doubt that the aura here is leaking.

Entering the ancestral hall, everyone was silent, and in front, the second-generation elders of the clan were passing on their names.

A few worships and a few series, which generation to worship, there are rules.

Everyone is solemn, no matter how reluctant they are in their hearts, the current scene should be respectful.

Time gradually passed, and there were already people with tired looks on their faces.

The old lady has been helped aside, and the Taishi chair has been set up.

In such a special scene, it is naturally not the ultimate rigid rule.

The preaching continued, and the worship continued.

Suddenly, there were people crowding into the crowd.

"Xiaohai, the old lady called you."

is a middle-aged, He Jianghai saw it, and he would not be familiar with it at all.

He remained silent, left the place, and walked towards the old lady.

The old lady's eyes were closed, and when he approached, he opened them again.

The old lady had stretched out his hand, and He Jianghai hurriedly supported him, which was a natural move as a junior.

The old lady walked forward, and the Chu family elders behind him followed, and He Jianghai fell into suspicion.

It was only about 150 meters when a door appeared in front of me.

It is a narrow wooden door, the texture of this wooden door is very poor, and I don't know how much wind and rain it has passed.

There is no process for tung oil soaking.

"At the moment in the capital, if you say that the strongest is the strongest, the He family is definitely in its case, in the ancestral hall, there are suddenly strange variables, and you suddenly came over, I don't know, is there any connection."

The old lady said in a faint voice.

He Jianghai looked at the old lady, and the old lady looked indifferent.

"Old lady, sure enough, everything is like a god."

He Jianghai said lightly.

"There is nothing like a god, the Chu family in the country has been abolished, the ancestors avoided the disaster and left here, and said that if you are not the strongest, you can't sense the killing machine here, I can't make a second thought."

The old lady is simply.

"Xiaohai, it's true, the old lady's body is already getting weaker and weaker, but because of the variables in the ancestral hall, he has recovered."

The elders behind him also hurriedly said.

He Jianghai frowned.

"If the old lady doesn't mind, is there any genealogy of the predecessors or anything like that."

At this point, He Jianghai naturally has no need to pretend to be forced.

The elders in the back had already prepared, and they handed over the family tree.

He Jianghai opened the family tree and glanced at it.

His expression had changed a long time ago.

"Trouble old man, no matter what happens, don't tell outsiders."

He Jianghai's expression was extremely solemn, and he had closed the family tree.

The Chu family is the oldest clan in the capital, and its record of things, the migration of clan blood, is the most unlikely or lacking.

And the reasons for its migration are clearly written.

He Jianghai glanced at it and only saw an extremely amazing event.

This incident is exactly what he has seen and heard, and it is completely consistent.

"It's nature."

The old lady agreed simply, he looked at He Jianghai, and there was only a look of expectation in his eyes.

He Jianghai nodded, he had already moved forward.

Before the man reached the door, he pushed it gently, and the door rotted and fell down completely.

The dust rushed out, the musty breath, He Jianghai continued to move forward, and he entered the darkness.

The darkness was so deep that I didn't know where it leads.

And the old lady and the middle-aged elders after him have frowned even deeper.

It was dark, and there were no fingers to be seen.

He Jianghai put on his eyes and tried to adapt to the darkness.

This is a place where there is absolutely no light, but He Jianghai has super cultivation and has the ability to see at night.

This is actually the power of the six senses.

He had seen the depths of the earth, the passages going down, endless, and the stairs not knowing where to go.

On the wall, there are many bronze rings of animal heads.

He frowned slightly, and walked towards the brass ring.

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled, and in a second, the light brightened, and the torches on the wall burned instantly.

The oil of the dragon, the torch that is soaked in it.

According to the Xuanluo Treasure Book, it can burn for thousands of years.

All the way down, it's all torches like this.

The current scene, if it is not explained as daylight, the gap will not be too big.

He Jianghai remained silent and continued to descend.

This place is no different from the snow-capped mountains and under the iron tower.

But apparently there is much older, at least 10,000 years old.

Just because of its architectural pattern, it is not a style that can be had when human history is recorded.

Ancient cultivation inheritance, its thousands of years.

The treasure book records that it is both real and illusory, just because the time is long, not human thinking, can be imagined.

On the walls, many smeared patterns gradually appeared.

The pattern on it is weird, but it is very similar to He Jianghai's daily miscellaneous studies.

In ancient times, totem worship, the totem of worship, seems to be the god of heaven, or modern people.

Or not planetary creatures.

He gradually descended, first with his footsteps, and then in an instant, his speed had become a leap, because the lower he went, the whole passage staircase became wider and wider.

He moved more than once, and when he went down, the staircase was no longer a staircase that could be described, but had become a castle barrier, like a Great Wall.

Ahead, the scene emerges, too grandiose.

The torches have long since disappeared, the sky is gone, and the light does not know where it comes from.

There were no creatures, but the city was too big.

Although more than half of it was destroyed, it was definitely a civilization that was once unimaginable to human beings.

These things, He Jianghai watched for a while, and his speed was even faster.

Every second, he was able to skim thousands of meters away.

Ahead, in the city, the strange atmosphere, the place of origin, he must find out.

Slightly residual heat, bubbles upward.

The ring-shaped mountain pass is like a volcano.

It is no different from Mt. Daitomi, and it is a so-called dormant volcano.

Whether it is asleep or active, no one dares to be 100% sure.

It could erupt at any time, or it could wait, for an extremely distant time.

Those strange aura, none else, were the result of the bubble bursting and rising from the mountain pass.

In the next breath, He Jianghai's palm was already in the air, and his combat power was about to be pressed down, and the law of refining weapons spread.