"I heard that the peach wood knife on the back of the ancestor is even more powerful than the magic sword of the Nine Sect Ancestors."

"Senior brother, let's borrow Master Zu's peach wood knife and try it, how about it?"

"Once the boss knows about it, we will definitely be swept away."

"Eh, I can only look but not move, I'm so pitiful!"

Nine disciples from the Nine Sects, you said it word by word.

In less than a few months, the Nine Sect Ancestors were full of treasures, and the news was spread out.

"This Dao Master is missing a few magic weapons, so he went to the Nine Sect Ancestors to borrow a few."

"The masters of the Nine Gates are like clouds, and if they are caught, they will be seriously injured if they don't die."

"Wealth and danger are sought, and if I get the treasures of the Nine Ancestors, I will also have a chance to become an immortal!"

Ten days later, Taoist priests from all over the country, under the slogan of worshiping the ancestors of the Nine Gates, entered the Nine Ancestors to worship the incense.

"Rings are good things, bracelets are good things, and there are good things in the Qiankun bag."

"The peach wood knife on his back seems to be made of a hundred years of peach wood, but it is actually a super magic weapon."

"The physical body has not been corrupted for hundreds of years, and the cultivation of the Nine Sect Ancestors is definitely far beyond the first-class Dao Monarch."

"If you cultivate to reach the first-class Dao Monarch, you can break through the sky, and the Nine Sect Ancestor Masters have cultivated to a high level, why hasn't they soared?"

"If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't breathing or having a heartbeat, most of the Dao Masters would have thought he wasn't dead."

The Taoist priests and warriors who came to worship the ancestors of the Nine Gates looked at the terrain without a trace, and left as they wished.

In the dead of night, Fan Jian, who was in the realm of a second-rate celestial master, used an invisibility talisman to infiltrate the Ancestor Temple.

Avoiding the disciples of the Nine Sects stationed in the Old Ancestor Temple, he came to the main hall.

Stretched out his hand to take off the Qiankun bag on the Jiumen Ancestor Master, peeked at it with his divine sense, and saw that there was nothing inside, he was depressed in his heart, took off the peach wood knife on the other party's body, looked at the ring and bracelet, and the thoughts in his heart turned.

"Almost all of the masters at the Daojun level have Qiankun rings, could it be that the ring on his hand is a Qiankun ring?"

Stretched out his hand and tugged hard, and found that he couldn't take it off, Fan Jian was so bold that he brandished a peach wood knife and slashed down.

At this time, he wanted to cut off the hand of the Nine Sect Ancestors, and his purpose was still the ring.

The extremely powerful peachwood knife slashed down, and Fan Jian, who was doing his best, had a slight smile on his face.

At this moment, the counter-attack technique that had been charged with money quietly attacked, and the tenfold attack rebounded back.

Caught off guard, Fan Jian was killed by his own attack in an instant.

Hearing the sound inside the main hall, the disciples of the Nine Sects rushed in quickly.

"What a guts."

"Who killed him?"

"Isn't Master Zu dead?"

"No, no, it's not right."

"Tell the boss first."

One by one, the disciples of the nine sects took out a talisman and folded it into a small bird, and after reciting the incantation, the paper bird flew out.

"Master Zu's Qiankun bag and peach wood knife were taken down by thieves."

"There is nothing in the Qiankun bag, I don't know who took the contents inside."

"Maybe there is nothing in the Qiankun bag, after all, the peach wood knife is still there."

"The peach wood knife is the ancestor's thing, and it will be handed over to our Qianmen for safekeeping, how about it?"

"No, Master Zu's magic weapon should be kept together, and it should be kept by our nine sects in turn."

After some discussion, the head of the Nine Sects decided to take turns to keep the peachwood knife and strengthen the defense of the Old Ancestor Temple, and after they each left.

As for the things on Master Zu's body, they didn't dare to touch it, if they didn't handle it well, they would become sinners of the Nine Gates.

The patriarchs of the Ascending Immortal Realm are all apprentices of the ancestors, as the descendants of the Nine Sects, who dares to be disrespectful to the ancestors?

After the defense of Lao Zuguan was strengthened, no outsiders broke in for three years.

Time is like flowing water, and it has been more than ten years in the blink of an eye.

After escaping the pursuit of the masters of the Nine Gates, the third-rate Dao Monarch Blood Cloud True Force, came to the capital of the Great Qin Empire in disguise.

"Isn't it just killing some mortals? This seat has not provoked you nine. ”

Li Cangqiong, who was angry, thought about it and decided to go to the Nine Sect Ancestors to see the treasure.

In the dead of night, he sneaked into the Ancestor Temple incognito, and looked at the Nine Sect Ancestors sitting cross-legged, and he was suddenly overjoyed.

"Qiankun ring, it must be a Qiankun ring, or a super-high-grade Qiankun ring."

Stretched out his hand to grab the Qiankun ring, dragged it hard, and found that he couldn't take it off, so he took the blood knife from the sky and cut it down with a knife.

"Ding!" There was a loud sound, and the bloody knife shattered.

The stunned Li Cangqiong was knocked out by the powerful force before he could react.

"Poof!" With a bang, he spat blood from his mouth and fell to the ground without a sound.

Chen Yu, who fell into a deep sleep, knew nothing about the outside world, and his attack power was too weak, and it was not enough to tickle him.

The strength of his body is comparable to that of a top-grade venerable artifact, and it is difficult for the gods of the divine realm to hurt him, let alone the Dao Monarch of the mortal realm.

It's not that he doesn't feel pain, it's not that he has low alertness, it's just that the enemy's strength is too weak to make him feel pain, and he is not qualified to wake him up, just like an ordinary person who falls asleep, most of them will not be woken up by ants.

Lin Yunfeng, who came to the Old Ancestor Temple, looked at the corpse on the ground, and said in disbelief: "It turned out to be a real person of Blood Cloud." ”

"Boss, this guy is a blood cloud real person?" Zhou Yunqing asked curiously.

"Yes, he's the Blood Cloud True Man!" Lin Yunfeng nodded and asked with a puzzled expression, "By the way, how did he die?" ”

"All I saw was him flying out of the hall." Zhou Yunqing said.

"More than ten years ago, Fan Jian broke into the Old Ancestor Temple and died a very strange death, and today the Blood Cloud Real Man also died strangely, could it be that the ancestor master practiced the counter-fighting technique?" Lin Yunfeng said thoughtfully.

"Master, isn't Master Zu an immortal?" Zhou Yunqing asked suspiciously.

"Master Zu's strength is not something we can speculate." Lin Yunfeng said.

"Master, do you think Master Zu is still alive?" Zhou Yunqing asked.

"Why?" Lin Yunfeng asked with a smile.

"Master Zu's hair and nails are much longer than they were more than ten years ago." Zhou Yunqing reminded.

"Perhaps." Lin Yunfeng said noncommittally.

Time flies, the old man leaves, the new man comes, and it is hundreds of spring and autumn.

The masters of the nine major sects broke through the sky one after another.

Qin Xuhua, who became the head of the Qianmen, came to the Nine Gates Ancestor Temple.

Chen Yu, who woke up from sleep, found himself in a large hall with an incense burner in front of him

"How did I get here?"

Chen Yu, who was puzzled, whispered to himself.

Entering the main hall, Qin Xuhua said hesitantly: "Ancestor, ancestor, ancestor master, you, you?" ”

"You are?" Chen Yu asked thoughtfully.

"Qin Xuhua, a disciple of the forty-eighth generation of Qianmen, meet Master Zu." Qin Xuhua knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Chen Yu pinched his fingers and said with a smile: "It turns out that you are a disciple of Chen's disciple." ”

"Master Zu, we thought it was still thinking that we were still thinking it." Qin Xuhuafeng said embarrassedly.

"Even if the heavens and the earth are broken, this seat will not die." Chen Yu said.

"Master Zu, were you sleeping before?" Qin Xuhua asked thoughtfully.

"Hmm." Chen Yu nodded.

Looking at the disciples and grandchildren of the nine apprentices, Chen Yu teleported away.

When he didn't want to sleep, he was brought back by his disciples, and he escaped into the underground magma and fell asleep again.

The endless stream of magma carried him around.

This time, he was filled with more than 200,000 years of sleep, and he planned to sleep directly until the end of the trip.

The extremely high temperature of the magma could not hurt him a single hair, and even the clothes and pants on his body were not burned by the magma.

Day after day, year after year, more than 200,000 years passed quietly.

Chen Yu, who woke up, spent money to restore his mentality, height and appearance, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to Azure Star.