"This is where I first met Ling'er・・・・・・ Jialan said lightly, pointing to a corner, when Lan Ling'er was going to sell treasures, "At that time, she was still so young・・・・・・"

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"This gentleman, please come inside!" a waiter ran to greet Jialan.

"Huh?" Jialan, who was interrupted from her thoughts, was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and continued to walk forward.

"Quiet Tea Room!" Jia Lan came to the tea room that Su Yan opened for her, but she didn't expect this tea room to still exist. Jialan walked inside, and with her habit, she walked directly into the original quiet room.

"This gentleman ~ ・・・・・・ here" An old woman came over and wanted to stop Jialan, but when she saw Jialan's face, her expression froze and she trembled so much that she couldn't speak.

"Tea girl, I haven't seen you for more than 30 years, you are still here ・・・・・・" Jialan said with a smile, and then walked into the quiet room, "After so many years, it has remained the same, I have worked hard for you~"

"Unfortunately, bitter ・・・・・・," said the tea girl tremblingly.

"The Dan room is also the same, and there are still traces of my fryer burning here・・・・・・ "Jialan came to the Dan room and touched the ground and said, "Hehe, the days were so good at that time・・・・・・"

"Yes・・・・・・" the tea lady responded.

"By the way, the osmanthus restaurant around the corner is still there?" asked Jialan.

"Yes, all the time, but the boss is gone, and now his son is in charge・・・・・・"

"Well, I'll go check ・・・・・・"

When she came to Osmanthus Zhai, Jialan ordered some of Lan Linger's favorite snacks. Looking at the dim sum in front of him, the voice of "My name is Lan Ling'er!" kept ringing in his ears.

"Ling'er ・・・・・・" Jialan's eyes seemed to appear that little again, sitting in his arms, holding snacks in both hands. Then, the tears in Jialan's left eye continued to drip on the snack in front of her.

And just when Jialan fell into the painful and sweet memories, the seven-colored Yingluo in the sea of knowledge emitted a soft light, as if to comfort Jialan, calm her mind and stop her tears.

"Ling'er, you don't want me to be sad, do you・・・・・・"

Jialan dropped a gold coin, got up and walked out of Osmanthus Zhai. walked along the street to the original Murong Mansion, but when he came to the gate, he found that the former Murong Mansion had become a royal residence.

"What! How dare an ant-like family occupy my ancestral home!" Jia Lan was suddenly furious, and strode towards the compound, and the world descended and enveloped the entire Qingyang City.

"Stop!" shouted at Jialan at the door.

"Hmph!" Jialan snorted coldly, and those few family members were cut into pieces by the space and disappeared out of thin air, "Wang Yan is back, the location of the head of the family should be him~" The entire Qingyang City was under Jialan's surveillance, and Wang Yan in this mansion was found in a breath.

"Hmph!" Jialan opened his hand, and Wang Yan suddenly disappeared in place, and then appeared in front of Jialan. This method is the application of the power of space, according to the inheritance of the Futu Sect, when people cultivate to the transcendent sainthood, they will understand some space power, so as to have the power of rules, but that is only when the realm is reached, they can understand something, not control. However, Jialan's body has the power of Ao Lan's space, and when he cultivates to the holy level, he can already control the rules of space very well. And combined with his original strength, he has been able to do many things that Ao Lan can't do, such as the ability to move people in front of him through the space through the air.

"You!" Wang Yan felt that the person in front of him was very familiar.

"Don't you recognize?" Jialan looked at each other coldly.

"Murong Lan !!" Wang Yan pointed at Jialan tremblingly.

"I'm over fifty years old, and I'm still like a middle-aged person, it seems that you also have some opportunities~" Jialan said lightly, Wang Yan has the strength of the early stage of the Spirit Emperor, which is really unexpected by Jialan. However, for Jialan, it is still an ant-like existence.

"It's you!!"

"Okay, this is the end of your life~"

"No, no, you can't kill me! I'm the one who won't destroy the temple!" Wang Yan yelled in panic.

"Oh, the Immortal Palace~" The corners of Jialan's mouth curled, revealing a standard evil smile.

"Yes, I am the one who will not destroy the temple!" Wang Yan saw Jialan's hesitation, and immediately recovered some of his senses.

"It's a pity that the Immortal Temple is not enough to save you~" Jialan said, "All these years, do you know what my name is?"

"What do you mean?"

"My name is Jialan! The king of Jialan who was sealed by the emperor!" Jialan snorted, and a rolling sword aura suddenly erupted in his hand, slashing Wang Yan without leaving a trace.

"Everyone in the Wang family is going to die!" Jialan sealed his hands, and then Jialan spit out a word from his mouth, "Extinguish!" A huge black-purple array seal appeared in the sky above the entire compound, this pattern was composed of many patterns, when the array seal was activated, a black gas fell from the sky, and the whole process was only eight or nine breaths long, and then all living beings in the entire compound were wiped out. And the corpses of these people were as if they were asleep, without a single scar, which showed that this was a direct attack on the soul!

"Childe, this ・・・・・・"

"My new supernatural power, the curse of death, is very useful when dealing with a large number of enemies!"

Then Jialan went to some places of the original family, and they all changed, "Alas~ It's all changed, then there is no need to exist・・・・・・" As soon as the words fell, the entire compound was crushed.

"Childe, where are we going now?"

"There is also a secret realm in Qingyang City, my mother knows about that place, and I have ・・・・・・also been there," said Jialan, who teleported to the original underground palace.

"It's been thirty years, but someone has ・・・・・・been here," Jialan walked slowly towards the mural.

"You, are you ・・・・・・," Ju Mang asked.

"It's me, and I want to thank you for helping me subdue the Wind Thunder Flame. Jialan smiled and looked at the other party, "Can I go in and have a look now?"

"Your strength・・・・・・ how can I ・・・・・・"

"I've become a transcendent saint!" Jia Lan said, "I should be qualified~"

"・・・・・・" Ju Mang was speechless in shock, this cultivation speed was unique even in his era in the past, right?

"I also know some of your story, I've worked hard for you, I've been guarding Fuxi for so long~" Jialan said lightly, "If you can recover・・・・・・ you can leave・・・・・・"

"There's no way I'm going ・・・・・・to recover," Ju Mang said, "but you can go in." With that, Ju Mang opened the gate, and saw that Ju Mang on the mural slowly flew up and fell to the side, and the big tree under his feet also withdrew its branches and retreated to the other side, and the vacant space in the middle slowly opened.

"Then you can talk to Kun Wujian, and I'll go in and have a look. With that, Jialan inserted the Kunwu sword in front of Jumang, and he walked into the underground palace.

The construction of the underground palace is very similar to those ancient buildings, with a long corridor, and you can't see the end at a glance, "There is also a formation, it seems that Fuxi is good at this~" Saying, Jialan stepped into the needle method and began to feel the power of Fuxi's formation.

This formation test was originally a test of the mind, but I didn't want to, Jialan's mental strength was far beyond ordinary people, and there was no need for a formation test, and this formation only ended up being cracked by Jialan;

"It is worthy of being an ancient powerhouse, and the understanding of the formation method is very distinctive~" After Jialan cracked all the stitches, she continued to walk inside.

The surrounding formations disappeared, and there was an end to the Yongdao, which was a space about thirty zhang long and more than twenty zhang wide, and there was a coffin in the middle.

"Fuxi~" Jialan bowed to the coffin.

"Hum~" After a buzzing sound, Jia Lanyang came out of his body and came to a new space; Jia Lan understood that this was being dragged by Fu Xi to a unique world of divine souls; this world was white, and in front of him was a person with a snake tail, this person had a kind face, and looked like a fairy wind and bones.

"Are you Fuxi?" asked Jialan.

"You're not afraid, yes, I'm Fu Xi!" Fu Xi couldn't help nodding, "It's just that you look like ・・・・・・."

Jialan looked at the other party's expression, very puzzled, but when her eyes saw her arm, she understood why there was curiosity in the other party's eyes - Jialan's image at this moment was her transformed appearance.

Jialan smiled slightly, "It looks a little weird, don't be weird~"

"It's not just weird, it's just not like four~" Fu Xi laughed and said, "It's fate that you can come to me, it has nothing to do with appearance, and you can pass my formation, it's not easy~"

"Hehe~ The formation of the predecessors is full of avenues, and it is not simple!" Jialan saluted again, "The predecessors set up this underground palace, but what inheritance do you want to give?"

"Hehe, my original exercise, called "One Painting to Open the Sky", you have come here, naturally I want to pass it on to you~ I hope you can rescue the Three-Eyed God of War and continue to fight against those gods!"

"Senior, the three-eyed god of war is no longer there~"