"After 20,000 years of waiting, someone finally came...", an old voice sounded slowly, as weak as if he was about to die. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info was weak to hear, but the whole ruin trembled at the sound.

"Who?!" Chu Ziheng didn't even notice that someone was silently approaching him, and he looked around, but he didn't see a single figure. The thought of the tens of thousands of unjust souls who died in one day in this place gave me goosebumps, could it be... The more he learned about the cultivation world, the more Chu Ziheng believed in the existence of supernatural ghosts.

Suddenly, there was a big tremor under his feet, and the broken formation lines lit up, as if the last trace of energy had been exhausted, and then it fell silent. Then the sporadic fluorescence converged from the ground, forming a three-foot-tall rickety old man, dressed in animal skin, his whole body was translucent and dull, as if it would dissipate with the wind at any time.

Chu Ziheng's eyes shrank, Yuan Ying! The three-foot-tall Yuan Ying must be cultivated beyond the Yuan Ying realm! Chu Ziheng thought of a lot of bridges about the seizure of the house in an instant, turned around and retreated, and fled outward, crying out in his heart: "It's miserable! Why did you attract such an old antique! I don't want to get a bento yet!"

Chu Ziheng burned his true energy, exerted the limit of his speed, and couldn't wait to grow a few more legs. But after more than ten breaths, Chu Ziheng was shocked to realize that the scenery in front of him had not changed at all, and he was dumbfounded that he was still in the same place! Draw the ground as a dungeon?!

"Child, don't panic, I'm just a broken array spirit, besides, you and I are from the same clan, I won't hurt you..."

Won't it hurt me? Chu Ziheng stopped his useless work and looked at the old man suspiciously. Remembering that the old man's words just now seemed to mention that the two of them were "of the same clan"? Chu Ziheng was puzzled: "Old man, do you mean 'of the same clan'? You can't admit your mistake, right?"

"What's wrong? You have a strong physique, you must be the bloodline left behind by our clan! I didn't expect that after 20,000 years, you can still see the relics! Hahahaha! The sky has eyes, and the sky is pitiful!" The old man howled bitterly, but unfortunately he was only a spirit and could not really cry.

Chu Zi was expressionless and didn't say a word. Seriously, if he hadn't been convinced that he was from the earth, Chu Ziheng would have almost believed the words of this array of spirits. However, it's okay if he misunderstood, at least he is still safe, so let's just make a mistake.

"You have been wandering for a long time, so it's normal not to remember what happened to our desolate clan. The array spirit sobbed from time to time, and after a long while, he continued, "In ancient times, our desolate clan was also a well-known clan, although there were few people, but it was also extremely powerful, even those big sects did not dare to despise us!"

Chu Ziheng's expression was as usual, and he asked, "Since the Desolate Clan is so powerful. And how did it become extinct?"

This sentence hit the pain point of the array spirit again, and he began to cry sadly again.

Chu Ziheng couldn't bear it, although the desolate clan's style of acting was a little cruel, but the past was over, what was in front of him was just an old man in his last years, and the pain of exterminating the clan had tormented him for 20,000 years, no matter how heavy the sin, it should be over...

Probably due to his habits before his death, the old man subconsciously raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears that did not exist, and sneered: "Although my clan acts ruthlessly, it is indeed against heaven and harmony to extract the essence blood of monks to refine one's body..."

The old man's voice suddenly raised, and he shouted excitedly: "How can those great sects be better than us?

"Candle Yin Pei!" Chu Ziheng couldn't help but exclaim, his eyelids jumped, he didn't expect to hear this term on a wild planet that was not many light years away from Earth!

"Huh?" the old man was interrupted and gave him a deep look, "You... Heard of it?"

Chu Ziheng's heart suddenly suddenly, and he lowered his head deeply, hiding the panic in his heart, for fear that the old man would notice something.

The old man was silent for a long time, and then muttered: "Yes, you and I are from the same family, and it is normal to hear the candle yin pendant." ”

Chu Ziheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man seemed to have not spoken to anyone for too long, so he couldn't stop as soon as he opened the chatterbox, and continued: "In the past, there was an ancestor of our clan who occasionally got a candle and yin wear, which is said to be passed down by the demon god. Since then, the ancestor has been marching all the way, and has made many star field celestial arrogances fearful. Later, the secret of Candle Yin Pei was exposed, and many powerful people rushed to snatch it, setting off a bloody storm. Candle Yin Pei disappeared with the ancestors, and those people slaughtered our people in a fit of rage!" Speaking of grief, he hid his face and sobbed.

Looking at the candle yin pendant painted on the stone carving, the shape is obviously different from the one on Yu Ji's body, is there more than one candle yin pendant? Or is it just the same name? Chu Ziheng's mind flowed, and he was silent.

"Later... I also almost perished, after escaping the catastrophe, I integrated into the formation, became a formation spirit, relying on the aura in the formation to survive, I don't want my clan's inheritance to be cut off, looking forward to one day, there will be descendants to find the ancestral land. ”

The old man looked at Chu Ziheng, his heart was full of emotion, and he sighed: "The great array of aura is gradually dissipating, I... will also die soon, and if I can wait for you before I die, I will die without regrets..."

The old man's speech was intermittent, and his body was almost transparent. As soon as the old man pointed out, Chu Ziheng didn't have time to react at all, and a bright light did not enter Chu Ziheng's forehead. A large piece of information appeared in my mind, and it was the inheritance of the desolate clan - "Blood Refining Desolate Body"!

After the old man exhausted the last trace of essence and sent out the inheritance, a relieved smile appeared on his face, probably because the inheritance would not be broken in his hand. Then it reveals the color of remembrance, as if recalling the past years, the body slowly fades and dissipates between heaven and earth...

Chu Ziheng stood in place in a daze, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart, it was... Some of them are sad and uncomfortable. Such an old man refuses to pass away easily, and does not hesitate to incarnate into a formation spirit, but also to give the inheritance to future generations. It's hard to imagine how he endured 20,000 years of loneliness, and what kind of strong obsession supported him?

And this "descendant" is an impostor, Chu Ziheng feels guilty, and has never had such a heavy sense of guilt...

Looking at the devastated ruins of the Desolate Clan, Chu Ziheng said in a low voice: "Don't worry! I will carry forward the Desolate Clan's inheritance!" Although the thing of taking people and cultivating can't be done, if you hunt demon beasts to refine your body, there is still no psychological burden.

It's just that this place is too weird at the moment, and most of the monsters that infested are big demons that they can't fight, just think about it, and it's the most important thing to save your life. Since those demon beasts outside don't dare to come in, let's stay here for a while for the time being. Chu Ziheng counted the contents of the Qiankun bag, and except for a few lower-grade spirit stones, there was nothing that could be used to assist in cultivation.

"Huh?" Chu Ziheng picked up a sea blue potion with two fingers, he forgot about it, and there was such a two-star strengthening potion by his side.

There was no instruction on the bottle, Chu Ziheng opened the cork, and a cloud of spiritual mist rose, but he took a deep breath, and every cell in his body emitted emotions of excitement and longing.

Chu Ziheng was afraid that the medicinal power would volatilize, so he poured it directly, and as soon as he took his mouth, the spicy and stimulating taste choked his face and turned green, red and white for a while, this Nima is poison, right?!

Holding back his nausea, he swallowed the potion in his stomach. In an instant, like cold water dripping into a hot oil pot, the originally calm and waveless True Yuan Jin boiled violently, the majestic medicinal power filled the body, the complexion suddenly swelled red, every inch of the meridians continued to explode and then quickly recovered, and the strong tearing sensation tortured Chu Ziheng to sweat, and the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

Chu Zi sat down cross-legged, channeling the surging medicinal power into every cell that was waiting to be fed, and after running for an hour after week, every pore on his body was constantly expelling impurities, and a thick layer of gray-black substance had accumulated on the surface of his body, exuding a thick stench.

After finishing the work, Chu Ziheng opened his eyes, his gaze was like electricity, and he turned into an arrow. Chu Ziheng felt the changes that had taken place in his body, and the true yuan strength became more vigorous, although it was a strengthening potion, but after all, it was a two-star, and the medicinal power contained in it still pushed Chu Ziheng to take a small step up, and now he was already in the late stage of congenital cultivation.

A strong smell penetrated into his nostrils, and Chu Ziheng's nose trembled, looking at the dirt all over his body, his brows furrowed. Fortunately, this tribe is built near the water, and there is a small stream next to it. The water of the stream was crystal clear, and there were no demon beasts lurking in it, Chu Ziheng quickly took off his clothes, jumped into the stream, and took a bath happily.

After washing, it really looks like it has been washed away. Every cell in the body is more energetic than ever, and a sense of lightness arises. Chu Ziheng was in a good mood, and threw a punch violently, although his strength did not increase much, he obviously felt that there was no stagnation when he punched, perhaps because the blood blocked in the meridians was emptied. This strengthening potion has greatly improved his physique, and now he is not reborn, but it is almost there.

Thinking of the two companions who had been born and died in the desolate forest, Chu Ziheng's face sank suddenly, his body was surging with a strong murderous aura, and his voice roared hoarsely: "Wang family... I'm going to make you pay!"

"Hum!" The ghost halberd was stuck diagonally on the ground, and the trembling sound was faintly like a dragon's groan, and a small beast in the middle of the congenital period was nailed to the ground and died under the halberd. Chu Ziheng felt deeply, at the beginning, the mid-congenital demon beast could chase him all over the ground, but now he killed a mid-congenital demon beast like a bag.

Killing this little beast was just to practice his hands, while the blood had not yet coagulated, Chu Ziheng followed the guidance in "Blood Refining Wasteland", bit his index finger, and drew a rune in the void that he didn't know what it meant. Immediately afterwards, the hand pinched the mark, pulling the essence and blood in the little beast's body to flow, and the muscles of the corpse squirmed strangely, quickly drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the essence and blood flew from the wound to the center of Chu Ziheng's eyebrows, nourishing every part of the body from top to bottom, and the cells fluctuated more happily, just like taking menthol directly.

Chu Ziheng was pleasantly surprised to feel that the true yuan strength had really increased, and the strength of his physical body had also increased a little, and he involuntarily licked his lips and rushed towards the depths of the jungle.