As soon as the grandfather and grandson entered the door, the two huge black doors of the library closed silently.

No one pushed it, but the door closed on its own.

Gu Gu thought, who closed it, Master Greyhound or Grandma Yun Ling?

Xuan Zhongxing took a step forward and found a gray dog lying on the ground eating meat inside the door.

Suddenly it occurred to him that he had seen the greyhound that Yu Sakura had brought back, and that his grandson had just come back with this meat in his hand.

Presumably, this dog has a lot to do with the ancestral god. So, he knelt next to the gray dog, touched the bottom with his forehead, and shouted reverently: "Xuanzhongxing, the eighteenth generation descendant of the Xuantian family, welcomes the return of the ancestral god to our clan!"

"Hmm-"

Regret Mountain responded in the formation and said: "Since the third generation of Xuan Immortals who have ascended in ancient times, you are indeed the eighteenth generation. Regardless of how many generations it is, in short, this eighteen is still a very auspicious number. ”

He was silent for a long time: "If I don't return, I can't return." ”

Xuan Zhongxing asked anxiously: "Dare to ask the ancestral god, why is this?"

"ZTE, raise your head, you see it with your own eyes!"

Xuan Zhongxing slowly raised his head, he saw a transparent wall, and he was very puzzled: "Where did this wall come from?"

As he spoke, his steps were unsteady and he almost stepped on a greyhound.

The greyhound moved to the side in disgust and continued to eat his meat, as if he had ignored it.

"Since the great war at the end of antiquity, my body has been as damaged as dust. The former patriarch trapped me in this formation. The wall you see is also a corner of the formation projection. It is like a cage to me, I can't take a step, and like my body, I can only survive in between. ”

"That-Ancestral God, where is he now?" Xuan Zhongxing choked up, his voice hoarse. His hands seemed to be caressing the wall, and he was afraid of being disrespectful to the ancestral god, so he looked for it carefully.

"It's within the formation. ”

Between the words, the soul shadow of the regretful mountain shook, attracting Xuan Zhongxing's attention.

When the old man saw the flickering shadow, his heart ached, and he couldn't help but cry. "Ancestral God, you have suffered for the sake of your people......" After speaking, he cried silently.

The big greyhound glanced at him with disgust, glanced at him and said: "As the patriarch, what kind of body is it to cry like this? In the future, you can't be like your grandfather, a man has tears and doesn't flick that is, you have to remember, men bleed without tears!"

Gugu replied solemnly: "Yes! Master!"

Xuan Zhongxing, who was crying and couldn't stop, suddenly turned around and saw his grandson saluting the gray dog. Hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "This senior is-"

Fortunately, he saw that the greyhound was extraordinary, otherwise the greyhound would have disliked him to death. The greyhound is proud, but it is proudly eating meat.

"Grandpa, this is my teacher. Drumming pretended to be calm and solemn.

"I know it's your teacher. Grandpa glared at him.

"Well, he's a grey-dog," replied hesitantly.

Greyhound and Xuan Zhongxing glared at him at the same time.

"Hehe-" A woman's laughter echoed in the library, and she didn't go for a long time, not knowing where to start or end.

"Which senior is this?" Xuan Zhongxing said in surprise.

"Your grandson is really delicate and well-behaved, but he just hates you for not letting him cultivate. Who am I? Xiao Xingxing, your name is still from me. ”

The woman's voice was comfortable and distant. Just like the sun, it awakened Xuan Zhongxing's memory, and he knelt down and looked up to the sky again: "Grandmother, are you out of the Heavenly Tower?"

This title gave the drum goosebumps.

Grandpa was so old that he called his grandmother, and it turned out that his grandmother was so young.

Compared to those families outside the door, their family is really amazing.

If they really can't cultivate for a hundred years, at that time, in the eyes of outsiders, won't the three generations of their ancestors and grandchildren be inferior to one generation after another?

"Yes, I'm out, but I don't want to see anyone. You don't have to worry about anything. As for letting you come to see the mountain of regrets, it means that you are allowed to keep this secret, this secret is not someone else, you are guarding it for the family. I can't mention it to anyone but you. ”

Xuan Zhongxing turned his head to look at his grandson.

Yun Ling said: "Don't worry, your grandson is much more transparent than you, and he is still more measured than you." The voice was slightly displeased but firm, like another response to the nine bells.

Xuan Zhongxing was apprehensive, so he could only nod his head and say yes.

Yun Ling said again: "This is the former patriarch Huanran, the forgetful immortal in your mouth. ”

Xuan Zhongxing once again saluted in front of the greyhound: "I've seen the patriarch!"

"No need, just give more meat every day in the future. Of course, it's best to say hello to those kids and don't hit me when they see me. Greyhound said lightly.

It was as if he was telling the old man that even if he was a dog, he was a proud dog, a dog that was above the world, a dog that did not provoke people, and was completely free from the low taste.

"Obey the orders of your predecessors!" Xuan Zhongxing said respectfully.

Greyhound replied: "Presumably, your meeting to invite the gods is going to be in the soup, and the only one who can see people doesn't want to see them; I don't understand me, and I don't bother to see them; that person is not a ghost or a ghost, except for scaring people, it is useless to cry birds at night." Send them away as you please. ”

Xuan Zhongxing listened, probably understood, and his heart was a lot more settled. Glancing at the drums, he thought that up to now, there were three great gods in the family. People don't like to play with these old guys, they like to play with children. Coincidentally, let my grandson bump into it.

He can be regarded as having seen through it, and in this family in the future, this grandson will really be regarded as an ancestor. Guarding the temperament of these three people, I am afraid that he will not be able to beat, scold, habit, or indulge his grandchildren in the future, isn't this the biggest god?

As if seeing him embarrassed, Yun Ling smiled: "As for the drumming, just start cultivating." It is better not to disturb our tranquility if there are non-important things in the family. Of course, if you have time, you can help with one or two references in a timely manner. ”

Xuan Zhongxing hurriedly responded: "Yes!"

The greyhound still eats meat, as if it had not been heard.

"Okay, eighteen days later, we will enter the Tree Whispering Forest, and on that day, we will march into a bloodline array, let's go down. ”

Xuan Zhongxing seemed to be aware of it, and said solemnly: "Grandson remember!"

With that, the door opened just in time, and after he bowed and stepped back, the door closed again.

It's like the door never opened.

A faint flow on the door made those with Xuantian bloodline very close.

In the crowd, there were two Fire Realm peak clansmen, and the realm barriers were faintly loosened.

In addition to the excitement, I worshiped it on the roof of the library building.

After a while, seeing that the middle and high-ranking members of the clan had retreated, they hurriedly leaned in front of the wall and said curiously: "Grandpa Regret Mountain, you haven't told me yet, who is faster, the Gollum Beast or the Horse?"

Regret Mountain looked at him for a long time, and finally remembered that this was an unfinished topic, so he said helplessly: "Gollum beast is faster, but this is not comparable, it is the eastern continent, and horses are only available in the territory of the human race." And it was only a territory inhabited by mortals. ”

"Mortal?"

"Yes, mortals, just those who can't practice. To the immortals, we are also mortals. In the face of absolute power, who is not a mortal in this world? We gods are just mortals with some magical power. Regret Mountain sighed.

"What about the skeletons?"