The head of the house pondered for a moment: "The stakes are very high, and you still need to consult the Hongyuan Patriarch, you don't have to argue." ”

"The patriarch is in retreat, so it's ...... to disturb him with such a trivial matter?" someone asked.

He waved his hand and stood up, revealing his tall body:

"Listening to what Ke Shaoxia said, Monk Miaoyu is extraordinary, maybe Wuxiang is still struggling to survive, plotting against it, and it is necessary to guard against it. ”

"Ye Shaoxia comes with me. ”

The head of the house hung the golden mace on his waist, walked out of the Zhengyang Palace, came to the stone platform outside the hall, and took off the silver mirror.

Immediately the temple became smoky.

"This is the treasure of Zhengyang, and it is also the treasure of my Five Thunder Sect's inheritance, which can gather the light of the sun and the moon and destroy evil and delusion. ”

Seeing that Ke Mingde's eyes were full of doubts, the head of the house explained.

Ke Mingde nodded, and secretly scanned the Zhengyang Treasure Book.

From the mouth of the valley to the end of the valley, there are only more than 50 people in a valley of Nuoda, half of whom are young people under the age of 20, and the other half are old people.

"We are waiting to practice martial arts, not for the sake of being brave and ruthless, but for self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and what we seek is the road to immortality. ”

The head of the house explained to him: "This Spring Valley, although it is full of vitality and is not stained with mortal dust, after all, the place is small and cannot accommodate the entire sect. ”

What's more, many people can't bear the loneliness in the valley and don't want to live in seclusion, so they walk the world and promote the right path. ”

In the valley, cultivate the young disciples of the Five Thunder Sect, wait for them to grow up, and then release them out of the valley, which will be led by the four hall masters of the sect, eliminate the demon guardian Dao, manage wealth, and enjoy the world of flowers.

After going through the red dust, the Dao heart sprouted, and when I returned to this spring valley, I worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, concentrating on cultivation, not asking about the world, and pursuing the road of human immortals.

Born into the WTO, nothing more than that.

All the way to the foot of a stone wall, the head suddenly grabbed Ke Mingde's shoulder. Ke Mingde was a spirit, unaware of malice, and relaxed slightly, but his body was still tense.

The head of the gate grabbed a person, jumped up, flew up to the cliff dozens of meters high, and stood firm on the top of the cliff in three or two clicks.

Ke Mingde was like a cloud, his shoulder and hand were loosened, and he had already crossed a height of dozens of meters, and he was full of admiration.

He is a butterfly dance, he can soar several meters high, and the ordinary city wall can't stop him, but if he exceeds ten meters, he has to borrow strength, and he can't easily climb to the top with a person like the head of the Five Thunder Sect.

"Where is this going?"

Ke Mingde was puzzled, and after scanning, he found an old man in the tree hole thousands of kilometers above his head, curled up in it, breathing weakly.

The head looked left and right, found a way, led Ke Mingde, and climbed the mountain.

Leaving the valley, the temperature immediately dropped to minus ten degrees Celsius, exhaled a breath of heat, and immediately frosted on the nose hair, becoming **.

The higher you go, the lower the temperature, and the hot breath you exhale, on your beard and forehead, condenses into a flake of ice.

Wearing a single coat, Ke Mingde's bones trembled, and he hurriedly transported his true qi to resist the severe cold, and he also felt that his lungs were cold, and he didn't dare to gasp.

Nursery was on his shoulder, swaying from side to side, but it wasn't too cold at all.

"We're here!" the boss stopped with a mouth full of white air.

Ke Mingde glanced at it, and his heart was uncertain.

During the scan, the ancient tree in front of me was very tall, and there was a hole in the root, and an old man was hidden in the hole.

But in front of me, it is clearly a complete tree, there is no tree hole, and there is no one!

"But there's nothing here?" asked Ke Mingde, glancing in the direction of the tree hole.

"Patriarch Hongyuan has practiced as an immortal, the unity of heaven and man, the adoption of inspiration, convincing the valley, hiding in the ancient wood here, and comprehending the wonderful way of withering glory!"

The head explained a few words, took out the positive yang mirror, injected true qi, and immediately shot out a pillar of light on the mirror.

"After practicing as an immortal, the true qi is infinitely useful, arranged on the surface of the body, changing colors, and can be camouflaged and even invisible. ”

"Patriarch Hongyuan has restrained his breath and hidden his body, except for the immortals, no one can find it, and he also needs to borrow treasures to break the illusion. ”

The light of the treasure mirror in the palm of his hand shone brightly, and finally shone on an ancient tree.

The light shone on the bark of the tree, and the air seemed to twist a few times, revealing a hole in a tree the size of a human head.

The space of the tree hole is extremely narrow, only for a child of four or five years old, and the entrance of the hole is even narrower, and people cannot get into it at all.

"This is it!" The head of the sect put away the treasure mirror and knocked it on the trunk of the tree a few times: "Patriarch Hongyuan, Mu Wanshan, the eleventh generation head of the Five Thunder Sect, has something important to report, please ask the ancestor to go out and decide!"

The old tree was motionless, its branches bare, and it seemed to have been dead for many years.

In a moment, the ancient tree suddenly trembled, and tender green needle buds appeared on the branches.

"What's the matter, bother me to practice the Mystery Method?"

The voice came from the ancient tree, at first dry and sluggish, like an old man who was about to die with him, but by the last few words, it had become loud and full of energy.

Suddenly a head poked out of the hollow, with a messy head of white hair, like a ball of withered grass.

The old man curled up, and actually got out of the hole with a large human head, and his body shook, making a crackling sound like fried beans, and turned into a burly old man with a height of eight feet.

"It's the Bone Shrinking Technique!" Ke Mingde was shocked in his heart, the Bone Shrinking Technique was practiced to this extent, it was simply a violation of the human body structure, and it was very terrifying.

"It's a pity for this old tree!" Patriarch Hongyuan stroked the bark of the tree, and his tone was full of lament.

"I have lived for more than two hundred and thirty years, and I am about to die, God has mercy on me, let me find a withered glory scripture, I found this withered tree, hid inside, and realized the mystery of withered glory, I wanted to be stunned next year, and I heard the thunder and came out, and used the withered glory true qi to save it, and also counted the cause and effect of this case, but unfortunately, the number of lives, the number of lives, the number of lives ......"

Hongyuan Patriarch shook his head and sighed, Ke Mingde looked up and saw that the shoots on the branches had all been frozen, and there was no longer a trace of life.

"Welcome to the ancestor!" the head bent down and saluted: "The ancestor has already practiced the true qi of withering glory?"

"I can survive for 30 years. Patriarch Hongyuan shook his head: "Why did you come this time?"

"Patriarch, Lei Wanchun's junior brother was killed by no heir, and before his death, he entrusted Ke Mingde Ke Shaoxia to send back the treasure of our inheritance, and the will of heaven was four o'clock, promising to accept it into my door wall, and the disciple did not dare to decide, so he came to report to the patriarch. ”

"This little thing, why bother me, I will act in the Five Thunder Sect, and I can take him under my door with a promise...... Huh?"

Patriarch Hongyuan suddenly stared at Ke Mingde, looking up and down, his eyes like a knife.

Ke Mingde seemed to be poked by two sharp knives, and he was restless.

"How did Lei Wanchun die?" he asked suddenly.

"It was killed by the descendant of the Wuxiang Demon Monk, the Miaoyu monk!"

In Ke Mingde's narration, the matter of the British King's Treasure and the Tilu Sword was hidden, and only said that Lei Wanchun was injured by Miaoyu and died of serious injuries.

"What a thief!

Patriarch Hongyuan shouted, stretched out a thin palm, and grabbed the void, Ke Mingde flew up involuntarily, and his neck fell into his hands, without the power to fight back.

The Hongyuan Patriarch in front of him, like the Five Finger Mountain, pressed himself fiercely, couldn't move, couldn't run his true qi, and couldn't even turn his eyes.

"Terrible! Terrible! He's a white-robed mage-level spiritual cultivator!"

Fear, oppression, a sense of powerlessness grows deep in the marrow.

With a cigarette in front of him, he was already swept to the ground, and his head was stuck in the snow.

"Ancestor, what does this mean?" the head was stunned and hurriedly asked.

"You were deceived by him, this little beast himself is a descendant!"

"Huh?" the boss was startled: "This ...... How is that possible?"

Patriarch Hongyuan sneered again and again: "When I was young, I killed countless demons of the Five Ghost Sect, and I could smell the smell of the Ghost Driving Skill with my nose, and this son was the true qi of cultivating the Ghost Driving Spirit." ”