"Moreover, if he is the heir cultivated by other terrifying sects, our Heavenly Dragon Sect will kill him like this, and I am afraid that he will not be able to escape the catastrophe. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info Why don't you use your brains to think about it? Is it true that you only know cultivation for a day, and you cultivate your brain to the point of stupidity?"

The old man's eyes were calm, his face was as heavy as water, and his indifferent tone seemed to be brewing with endless anger and unspeakable wisdom.

With a smooth breath, Zhizhu showed a weird smile in his hand, and said coldly: "What's more, isn't the Iron Blood Alliance planning to compete with us for the primordial concentrate? This is a good knife!"

"The ancestors are wise. ”

At this moment, everyone looked thoughtful, and in a moment they realized the old man's plan, shouted Wisdom and Martial Arts, and the resentment against Jiang Feng was also weakened by three points, just a mortal person, why not stay and make a contribution to the rise of the Heavenly Dragon Sect.

The ancient road is mottled, the bluestone paved steps hover the earth like a dragon, two rows of tall trees neatly rise in the sky, two people and a cow, just strolling on the steps, step by step, towards a towering attic.

Jiang Feng looked at the small pavilion made of carved buildings and jade, as well as the complex and prosperous ancient patterns, and showed a voice of admiration, and said: "The ancient language of immortals, I didn't expect to be able to see it." ”

"Elder, what is the ancient language of the immortals?"

Han Feng, who was following Jiang Feng, was stunned when he heard Jiang Feng's words, but this person had never heard of the ancient language of immortals, he had seen the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion many times in the past, but it was just a distant wait-and-see, with his identity, it was absolutely impossible to step here, and as for the mystery of this, it was impossible to know it in his identity.

Now, when I came to this scripture pavilion, it was the first time I came, and I asked curiously.

"As the ancient saying goes, this is a long story. ”

Jiang Feng touched these ancient inscriptions, echoing in his mind, the battlefield picture of the Nine Heavens Universe in the sky, the ancient words that were touched, seemed to tell the mystery of the flood and the prosperity of eternity all the time, polished it at will, walked to the side of the steps, and sat down leisurely.

"Do you know that during the flood period, thousands of Taoist systems were lined up, and endless strong people competed for the world, just to seek eternal immortality and transcendence. There is such a Dao system among these thousands of Taoist systems, and one person is the Tao, which means that he alone can be comparable to the power of a Taoist system, and one person can represent a Taoist system. ”

"You need to know that during the flood period, most of the powerful ones were created by fierce beasts and established by the transformation of fierce beasts, and the human race was weak, and those who could establish a Taoist system at that time can be imagined. If you don't have absolutely strong strength to suppress your own luck, under the eyes of the crowd of murderers, you will already turn into ashes, and there will be no scum left, let alone the inheritance to this day? Let me ask, who in this world will recognize your identity, status, and existence as a weak person? The strong will only be friends with the strong, and the weak will only intersect with the weak, and those who create a piece of heaven and earth in the flood and famine, are not the only people in the world. And this human immortal ancient language is the inheritance term of this Taoist system. ”

Listener Jiang Feng told the horror of the flood and the mystery in it, Han Feng couldn't help but boil his blood, it seemed that there were thousands of heroic spirits to erupt, and thousands of thoughts were purified in his heart.

"Such a character should be invincible, right? And the supernatural power he has comprehended in his hands will definitely intimidate the world and be worshiped by all beings, but I don't know who he really is? ”

Such a secret story of the desolation, don't say that you have heard of it, even if you know a little, it is already amazing, if it is extinguished today, the aura is thin, and the power is even rarer, even the Tianlong Sect, which has dominated the first generation in the ages, is not also lonely like a horse?

Thinking of Jiang Feng's words, Han Feng couldn't help muttering.

"A bunch of nonsense, the old man has been guarding this scripture pavilion for I don't know how many years, the ancient books have long been clear in the chest, and I have never heard of a person who is an enemy of Taoism, and a person can represent a legend of Taoism. What's more, what is depicted here is not an ancient language of immortals at all, but the ghost paintings that some people portray indiscriminately, juniors, ignorance is not terrible, what is terrible is that you know that you are ignorant but do not know how to reflect. You need to know, manpower is sometimes exhausted, how can one person's strength be matched, those ferocious and barbaric, divine beasts with bloodline and desolate Dao system?"

I don't know when, a wise old man appeared behind Han Feng, this old man is different from the ancestor of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, his body is full of the aura of ancient books, and his eyes also contain all the mysteries of Taoism in the world, as if a great sage was born, which makes people worship.

When Han Feng saw this old man, there was a look of joy in his eyes, and he said, "Old Huang, why are you here............?"

Thinking of all the things in the past, as well as the kind of omniscient and omniscient ability that Huang Lao showed, Han Feng had already guessed a little bit about his identity in his heart, but he just thought that Huang Lao was an ordinary elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, but he never expected that Huang Lao was actually the elder of the Pavilion of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Immediately, he stood aside respectfully, not daring to talk.

"Hehe, how can you say that it does not exist if you have not seen it? How much of the history recorded in the ancient books has been paved by the victors with the blood of the losers, and if you believe the words of the book, I am afraid that it is better than no book. ”

Jiang Feng saw that this old man had an extraordinary bearing, his divine light was introverted, and he said secretly, he was a strong man with extraordinary wisdom, but his face was indifferent, and he said: "People are good people, but they are a little demented." ”

"Hmph, you are a member of the elder's sect, do you understand the rules of this scripture pavilion? If you don't believe the words in the book, why did you come here, aren't you a shameless person who hides your ears and steals the bell? ”

Huang Lao was choked by Jiang Feng's words, shuddered for a moment, stretched out his finger and pointed at Jiang Feng, but could not find the words to refute it, and immediately, he was a little ashamed, if he believed in Jiang Feng's evil, wouldn't it prove that everything he had learned before was useless? Those historical records left by the ancient ancestors were all fake? This is simply a deception of the teacher and the ancestors, and a deviant remark, which is intolerable to a guardian like him who has learned the knowledge of his ancestors.