Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Spirit Clan

"That Chen Xiu has already sworn the Holy Ancestor mantra, and we don't need to worry about that Nine Yin anymore, only the pair of spiritual roots that will appear in the Martial Fighting Great Arena must be paid attention to. ”

Yao Hao's tone was indifferent, no one would question the power of the Holy Ancestor's mantra, it was the power left by Yao's first generation of descendants, and it was almost impossible to fight against the current monks.

Even if it is the unfathomable Chen Xiu, it is naturally incomparable.

"Holy Ancestor Mantra!!!Big Brother actually used such power, doesn't it mean that there is not much residual Holy Ancestor spiritual power?"

When Yao Xuan heard this, his expression was also shocked, and he said in a lost voice, the Holy Ancestor's spiritual power has long been left, and it can only be used in times of great calamity.

Yao Ming pondered for a moment, and said, "If this crisis can really be resolved, it can be regarded as avoiding a catastrophe." ”

"After all, the Holy Ancestor's spiritual power is used for the purpose of using it in times of great calamity in the clan, so it is reasonable. ”

"It's just that those two spiritual roots will most likely be a little tricky, otherwise Chen Xiu wouldn't exchange this for such a thing. ”

Yao Hao nodded, and he was also a little sure of Yao Ming's words.

"After that, I focused my main attention on Heavenly City, by the way, and the kid who sent things before, what's it called?"

Yao Ming and Yao Xuan glanced at each other, and they both found a trace of doubt in each other's eyes.

"Hui Yu Sect Master, that's a holy son of my Xuanhua Sect, do you want me to recruit him?"

An old man stood from the side, also an elder, who was in charge of a major faction.

"Not for the time being, but after that, I will secretly keep an eye on him, this son can contact Chen Xiu, most of the time there is some problem. ”

Yao Hao frowned slightly, he was personally in contact with the accident of Yao Lifeng ten thousand years ago, although he was still young at that time, but the terrible change is still vivid in his mind now.

"Don't come out with a sword demon figure here, it is even more terrible than the birth of Jiuyin, and it can't be a catastrophe of extermination. ”

The expressions of all the old men below were deeply changed, except for Yao Xuan and Yao Ming, there were still a few people among them who had come into contact with that incident.

And Yao Hao's words also sounded the alarm for them again.

"There is also the fact that the affairs of each sect cannot be delayed, and now that the resources in the clan are a little scarce, it is time to arrange more tasks to get out of the wilderness and collect some resources to come back. ”

"Besides, the Heavenly City Martial Arts Conference also has to be arranged, the resources to be divided in this way are not a small amount, and the Holy Sons of each sect should be ready to fight. ”

After Yao Hao finished speaking, he spread his palms, turned into a few golden birds and flew out, carrying a few volumes of scriptures, and flew into the hands of various elders.

"This is a few ancient documents, it is a record of the Sage Mountain Range-Yiduan Mountain, if you can explore it more clearly, then the share of the secret realm of the Martial Arts Conference can be used better. ”

"After all, you and I don't have a long lifespan, and we need to get a few more crucible talents out of the clan. ”

"So, if there is no objection, just disperse on its own. ”

After that, a crystal clear pillar of light appeared between Yao Hao's eyebrows, and only a crisp sound of breaking was heard, and the entire ancient hall instantly became distorted and illusory, with a blink of an eye, and everyone disappeared.

Only Yao Hao is left here.

"Alas, people can't compete with each other in heaven and earth, I really can't imagine the spirit of the ancients who devoured mountains and seas......"

There was a melancholy between his eyebrows, and a generation of famous saints also found that their power was very limited.

Lan Guo

On the roof of a restaurant named Baifangwen, Ming Bufan was holding a gourd in his hand, which was filled with fragrant peach blossom wine.

This is the famous wine of this restaurant, and the name of Baifang Wen also comes from this.

It was opened by an extremely beautiful female cultivator, and Ming Bufan unexpectedly passed by here, and the wine worm in his belly for a long time was instantly attracted by the fragrance wafting from the alley.

So he spent some low-level spirit cores to buy three catties of top-grade peach blossom brew, and looked at the city wall in the distance, Ming Bufan was a little stunned.

"Sure enough, it's still not strong enough, but the life span is not enough... ”

Ming Bufan muttered to himself.

There is almost no qualitative change in the ten-year lifespan, and there is only a few more elephant powers, and now the Ming Bufan, who can turn dragon power into dragon power in one hand, really does not lack that bit of strength.

What he lacked now was the means of attack, and he had great power in his body, but he was really a little powerless for those Skyclave monks who were surprised by their spells.

Looking down at the street below the restaurant, two women, one large and one small, were happily picking up clothes and accessories.

That was Li Xue and the little boy who was brought by Ming Bufan.

And the little boy has already hidden the triangular spell on the top of his head here, and the clothes on his body have also been changed into a snow-white velvet coat, plus the petite body, which looks a little cute.

This kid's name is Xuan Li, and he is a half-spirit bloodline, and the name of the barbarian is just a contempt for the human race.

In ancient times, the descendants of the saints of the human race and the saints of the demon race had the advantages of two races, which were not tolerated by the two races.

After that, the bloodline of the barbarian race was discovered by the human race monks to have a special effect, which could be refined and cultivated, and the human race peeped at, which also made the relationship between the spirit race and the demon race much better than that of the human race

Looking at the happy appearance of the two people, the corners of Ming Bufan's mouth also showed a hint of relaxation.

When the two of them had chosen, they went to find the old man. ”

He was also a little curious about the story of his ancestors, and at the same time he wanted to deduce the fortune teller's intentions.