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The people around are gone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Xintian found himself in an empty hall.

The main hall is extremely spacious, even if thousands of people come in at the same time, it will not look cramped at all, and the hall is filled with colorful light, which makes Xintian have a dreamlike feeling.

At this time, the space in the center of the main hall suddenly blurred, and a white-haired old man in a purple robe slowly appeared in front of Xintian.

"Ice and Snow Venerable, Dream Stealing Venerable?" Xintian looked at the old man curiously, pondering how to speak, "Or should I call you the Thousand Illusion Gray Immortal?"

"Hey, what a funny boy. The old man's face was strange and his stature was very tall, even taller than Xintian, who was nearly two meters tall, "You don't seem to be afraid of me at all." ”

"Afraid?" said Xintian amusedly, "I am going to inherit your mantle, so why should I be afraid of you? besides, you seem to be dead, right?"

"Oh, I'm already dead...... old man's mood suddenly fell, "I'm dead...... Alas, it's been a thousand years since they've been dead, and I still can't accept this reality......"

Looking at the old man who seemed to have suddenly become described as a withered artemisia, Xintian felt a new sense of pity, and couldn't help but step forward and pat the old man's arm.

"How dare you ......" The old man looked up at Xintian in surprise, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and then he said self-deprecatingly, "I have killed boundless all my life, and if someone dared to touch my body before, even if he was a high-ranking Venerable, he would be immediately turned into ashes by me." You think I'm just a wisp of remnant soul, so I am so presumptuous!"

The old man's mood seemed to be extremely unstable, and the conscious action of believing in the world aroused a strong reaction from the old man.

Xintian was a little helpless, "I just want to comfort you, if you inherit your inheritance, you can be regarded as my master......"

"Master, disciple?!" The old man seemed to hear some terrible words, and his tone suddenly rose, "I don't accept disciples! What are you accepting disciples for?" Do you want him to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?"

"No! If you save him, raise him, and take him as a disciple, he will plot against your status, your power, your wealth, and your woman, and then he will plot against you, stab you in the back, poison you, and make you die a miserable death, so that you can only survive with a wisp of remnant soul!"

It seemed that he was too emotional, and the old man's body trembled violently, and even his face was a little blurred, as if it was going to completely disappear in the next moment.

Xintian looked at the somewhat crazy old man blankly, and instantly understood what happened to the old man.

It should have been betrayed by the disciples he brought up since childhood, so that he ended up in this miserable end.

But what do you do now? If you mention the matter of inheritance, it is difficult to guarantee that this poor old man will not have an emotional breakdown in an instant.

"Good boy, will I accept you as an apprentice?" Just when Xintian was a little at a loss, the old man suddenly hugged Xintian's arm, "I'll pass on your mantle, you go and help me kill that pair of dog men and women!"

Looking at the old man's somewhat crazy eyes, Xintian was inexplicably a little sad in his heart, although he knew that the old man was still not very sober, Xintian still nodded steadily, and responded loudly: "Okay!"

If he inherited the mantle of the old man, if there really was such a beast in the world, Xintian would not mind killing him.

"Huh?" At this time, Xintian noticed that the old man's eyes became clearer as he watched, and the hand that was holding his arm slowly loosened.

"Did I scare you just now?" the old man seemed to have changed at this time, his face and tone became extremely calm, "Alas, the heart knot, every day has to have a seizure, even if there is only a wisp of remnant soul left. ”

Xintian did not adapt to the extreme contrast of the old man for a while, and only waited in silence.

"Are you willing to be my disciple?" the old man's eyes were gentle and full of anticipation, "inherit all the mantles of my Thousand Illusion Gray Immortals?"

Xintian looked at the old man who was quite a bit immortal, and said hesitantly: "Accept me as a disciple? Are you not afraid that I will be like your former disciple, and I will also deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors when the time comes?"

The old man shook his head and said in a firm tone, "You won't!"

Seeing Xintian's puzzled expression, the old man smiled slightly and patiently explained: "In order to avenge your teammates, you did not hesitate to offend the strong people of many races, and you resolutely gave up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step. So, you won't. ”

"And I had no other choice. In half a month at most, I will completely disappear, and even this remnant soul will cease to exist. ”

"Would you like to?" said the old man repeated, his eyes looking even more earnest.

"I do. Xintian's eyes were open, and he agreed heavily.

"Hehe......" the old man let out a burst of hearty laughter, "I am very relieved to have a loving disciple before I die...... Very relieved......"

Xintian looked at the old man who seemed to be aging all the time, suddenly knelt on his knees, kowtowed his head three times, and said loudly: "Disciple Xintian, bow to the master!"

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said with some excitement: "Okay, good, good...... Hurry up!"

Pulling Xintian up, the old man pulled Xintian towards the depths of the main hall, "Follow me to my Soul Gathering Palace, where my remnant soul will escape much slower, I will tell you carefully about the teacher, hehe, for a thousand years, the teacher has never been so happy as today......"

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In the Soul Gathering Palace, looking at Zhuo Qingfan who was sleeping peacefully on the cold ice bed, Xintian fell into deep thought.

It was only now that the believers understood why the gray soul spirits disappeared in an instant after those gray clothes died.

It turned out that they were all attracted by this Soul Gathering Palace.

In addition to containing the energy of the Gray Realm, the Gray Soul Spirit also contains a trace of soul power, which is undoubtedly what Zhuo Qingfan needs most at this time.

Zhuo Qingfan is the real name of the Thousand Illusions Gray Immortal, originally a peerless powerhouse on the side of the Gray Realm, and his lifespan is unknown how ancient and long, but he didn't think that he ended up planting on the apprentice he brought up.

It's just that the saddest thing is that until now that he is about to die, Zhuo Qingfan doesn't know whether the apprentice killed himself because he coveted his wife's beauty, or whether the whole thing was planned by his wife.

But in any case, this is a tragedy in the world.

As a top-level gray immortal, he originally had an endless lifespan, and he was also an absolute powerhouse in the entire gray world, but now he could only die silently with endless grief and anger.

And under Zhuo Qingfan's patient explanation, the detailed cultivation system of the Gray Realm also clearly appeared in front of Xintian.

In the past, in the eyes of Xintian, the sky ash and even the earth ash were already unattainable and unreachable existences, but in the real strong world, the sky ash and the earth ash were only idle existences.

There is a gray fairy above the gray sky, and there is a gray god above the gray fairy.

It's just that the gray god has long been difficult to find in the gray world, and the gray fairy is the actual controller of the gray world.

And Zhuo Qingfan is the best among the gray immortals, and even a peerless powerhouse who is only one step away from entering the gray god.

And the name of "Thousand Illusions" is also an extremely loud name in the real gray world.

In the long years, Zhuo Qingfan has been ever-changing, mixed in the gray world with a lot of identities, and made many well-known names.

Ice and Snow Venerable, Dream Stealing Venerable, Space Venerable......

Big Dream Gray Fairy, Loose Gray Fairy......

Except for the closest gray soul, there are almost no people who can see Zhuo Qingfan's true face.

Except for Xintian.

And even Zhuo Qingfan, who only had a wisp of remnant soul left, still easily saw through Xintian's living soul body.

This also made Zhuo Qingfan look at Xintian even higher.

There are not many people who can cultivate to this point with the body of a living soul.

Moreover, even with Zhuo Qingfan's vision, he couldn't see Xintian's development trajectory at all, and he didn't understand why Xintian had generated a cyclone that could only be generated by ground ash at the lowest level of gray clothes.

It is also difficult to understand Zhuo Qingfan's tolerance of believing in the weather.

For Xintian's cultivation path, there was no previous thing to learn from at all, and he could only let Xintian develop savagely.

The only thing Zhuo Qingfan can help Xintian is his deep understanding of the laws of the gray world.

Of course, there are also those riches that Zhuo Qingfan is far from looking down on but can make Xintian ecstatic.

Thinking of those wealth, Xintian couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and couldn't help but step out of the Soul Gathering Hall and walk out lightly.

The space where Xintian is located is actually the most proud treasure of Zhuo Qingfan during his lifetime, the colorful and exquisite tower.

The Colorful Exquisite Pagoda was a spatial treasure, the level far exceeded all the gray artifacts that Xintian had seen before, and its power was far beyond Xintian's comprehension.

The Colorful Exquisite Tower can be large or small, and at the smallest it is hundreds of millions of times smaller than a speck of dust, and it is impossible to find it at all; at the largest, even a huge city like the Ruined City is only a drop in the ocean compared with the Colorful Exquisite Tower.

The Colorful Pagoda is divided into thirteen floors, and the role of each floor is different.

The floor where Xintian is located today is the top floor of the Colorful Linglong Pagoda, which is the place where Zhuo Qingfan used to cultivate and rest during his lifetime.

But just this layer is still extremely complicated in Xintian's eyes.

Carefully following Zhuo Qingfan's previous instructions, Xintian walked through the gaps of many rooms like a labyrinth, and walked for nearly an hour to reach the place he wanted to go.

Treasure Hall.

Pushing open the thick door that was dozens of zhang high and about ten zhang wide, Xintian finally entered the treasure hall.

Xintian breathed a long sigh of relief, and slapped his palm lightly, and the originally somewhat dim hall immediately became brilliantly lit.

Countless lantern-like pearls of various colors will illuminate the huge hall with golden brilliance.

Only then did Xintian see that in the incredibly large Treasure Hall, there were countless smaller gates, neatly lined up on both sides of the Treasure Hall, and an extremely wide and straight avenue was vacated in the middle.

Xintian looked at the pavement of this avenue in shock, and did not dare to step forward.

The entire avenue was paved with gray crystals that shimmered with dark light.

"Is this the 'pitiful' wealth that Master Zun said?" Xintian seemed to be dazzled by the immeasurable gray crystal in front of him.