"It seems that it is time to tell you about the incident that happened in the clan more than thirty years ago. You all probably want to know who Nalan Yu is, right? ”

Murong Ze's face drooped slightly, and suddenly his voice was a little lower, and vaguely, with a hint of the vicissitudes of life that gradually entered the memory.

"Punishment Elder!"

At the front desk of the hall, Murong Yuan saw this scene and immediately shouted at Murong Ze.

"Patriarch, the matter has come to this, and it will be useless to hide it any longer. Now, it's better to let the younger generations know. ”

Patriarch Murong Yuan's face changed slightly, the old man's face fell, and he was silent for a long time when he heard the words, and then raised his hand to the black-clothed old man beside him.

"Elder Qian, I'm just bothering you to call all the sons of the clan and all the sons of the fire character generation to the Wanton Hall."

"Yes, Patriarch."

The old man responded in a deep voice, and immediately the mysterious qi around his body surged, and his figure flickered, and disappeared straight into place......

In the mountains behind the ancestral hall garden, deep in the dense forest, in the center of a huge circular bluestone slab clearing, there is a nine-story ancient tower-style building, standing quietly.

The tower is covered in navy blue, and there are occasional vines climbing on it. However, only when you look closely, you can find that on the outer wall of the navy blue ancient pagoda, there are various Sanskrit totems, criss-crossing and mysterious.

This seemingly extremely inconspicuous ancient tower, but it is the first of the oldest buildings in the ancestral garden, "a tower" - Fanyin Pagoda.

And its predecessor was the sage of the four clans of the ancient Otherworld, which was used to cultivate the Xuanqi of Heaven and Earth!

Since the Murong clan won the battle of the Otherworldly Tianyan War thousands of years ago, their ancestors renamed it Fanyin Pagoda, and it has been used to this day.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, the Fanyin Pagoda was the place where the ancestors of the Murong clan practiced retreat, and later, it gradually became the place where the ancestors sat down. There are not only the bones of many ancestors of the Murong clan buried inside, but also his life's mystical skills, which are hidden in it.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, Fanyin Pagoda has also become a symbol of the ancient strength of the Murong family.

It's just that after the Otherworldly Tianyan War a thousand years ago, the Murong clan was also greatly injured, and once again encountered the counterattack and invasion of the three major remnant clans, so that the Floating Creation Tower was actually taken by the alien demon clan.

And the inheritance of the ancient otherworldly clan gathered in it - the sitting essence of the nine amazing and brilliant sages of the four clans, has since been condensed into nine jades, each of which has been lost to the present world, missing, and has not been fully recovered.

In the end, the Murong clan narrowly won the post-catastrophe war, and only then did they recapture the Fanyin Tower. Since then, the patriarch and the elders at that time felt ashamed of their ancestors, so they ordered that a radius of 100 meters around the Fanyin Pagoda be included in the clan forbidden land.

Anyone of our clan, who is not looking for the essence of the sage, must not enter the Fanyin Pagoda!

"Sha-sha-"

The sound of the bamboo tips rubbing against the ground came softly in the open space in front of the tower, becoming the only sound in this quiet place. The gaze was pulled in, and there was a dying old man in a gray linen shirt.

The old man's hair was slightly messy, casually draped over his shoulders, and the black, white and gray colors were staggered, which looked quite peculiar.

And this old man in the twilight, although his figure is a little rickety, but between his steps, he is silent. Even though it was unusually quiet, I couldn't detect his breathing. If it weren't for the sound of the old man sweeping the floor with a bamboo broom, I am afraid that they would have doubted whether the person in front of him was just an illusion.

"Hum—"

Suddenly, a ripple sound like water waves hit, and about a few meters in front of the old man, there was a trace of blood-red Xuan Qi. Immediately, a familiar middle-aged man's figure quietly emerged.

If the people of the Murong clan saw it here, they would definitely look horrified, because this person was Nalan Yu, who had just left from Mochiyue Xuan before!

"You're still back......"

Nalan Yu's sudden appearance made the gray-shirted old man pause for a moment. However, he didn't raise his head, still buried his head and swept the floor seriously, but his thin lips were slightly wriggling, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth, as if it contained endless vicissitudes.

"I haven't seen you for more than 30 years, don't you want to look up and look at me?"

Nalan Yujian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes stared at the gray-shirted old man in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly sighed lightly.

"The old man is already a man who has reached the end of his life, and all things are born to me, so what is the attachment?"

The gray-shirted old man was surrounded by a mysterious qi, and under his face, there seemed to be an extremely slight fluctuation in his emotions, which made his vitality flutter.

"Really? Since there is nothing to linger about, why don't you want to disperse? ”

Nalan Yu laughed, his eyes focused on the gray-shirted old man, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"The old decay has left a body of vitality, not because of greed for the world, but because there is still a mission to be completed."

Facing Nalan Yu's questioning, the gray-shirted old man still had a calm face and replied lightly.

"If it is your mission to protect the Fanyin Pagoda, I am afraid that today you are destined to fail to achieve it. You ought to know what I'm here for, right? ”

"Everything in the world, prosperity and decline, birth, old age, sickness and death, each has its own destiny. Why are you so persistent? ”

The gray-shirted old man, still moving the bamboo broom in his hand, sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the tower, but between the words, he couldn't help but have a little more persuasion.

"Am I attached? People are like mayflies in trees, all living beings are numerous, and rumors are better than swords. Since you said that fate is determined by heaven, then back then, why did the eldest grandson Ran easily influence the life and death of the worries with a word. If it weren't for Murong Yan colluding with that old thief and forcing each other with the sin she wanted to add, how could she kill herself in the Wu Palace?! ”

Nalan Yu's face was slightly gloomy, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes were blood-colored, his sleeve robe waved lightly, and where the words fell, a mysterious qi was practiced, and it had already flown into the wall of the Sanskrit Pagoda in front of him.

"Hum—"

The low sound of Xuan Qi crashing sounded, and the surrounding air was dull and scattered. Nalan Yu's eyes drooped slightly, and the evil aura loomed all over his body, staring ahead.

As the words froze, the rickety figure of the gray-shirted old man came to the Fanyin Pagoda at some point. Behind him, bursts of light seal spells flowed, as if forming a membrane barrier, easily blocking Nalan Yu's blow.

"Murong Wei! Do you have to do it with me? ”

Looking at the gray-shirted old man's posture of facing the battle, Nalan Yu's face suddenly sank, and he asked awe-inspiringly.

"In the Fanyin Pagoda, there is no sage essence, even if you enter it, it is useless. The things of that year have also been a cloud of smoke. You'd better leave. ”

"Yes or no, let me go in and find out!"

The deep sound fell, Nalan Yu's body rippled, and his figure disappeared illusoryly, disappearing in place again.

"Boom!"

The sound of the impact of the exercises came, and between the voids, Nalan Yu's body shuttled, and he couldn't stop attacking the Fanyin Tower from all directions of the universe, but they were all stopped by the gray-shirted old man.

"I don't believe it, and I can't help you at the speed of 'stepping on the cloud shuttle'!"

The blood-red evil qi slowly poured into his feet, Nalan Yu gritted his teeth violently, his speed increased again, and the afterimage flickered, as if he was a doppelganger, and the attacks continued to fall from all directions, bombarding the charm barrier with a crackling sound.

The ripples dissipated, and after about a stick of incense, Nalan Yu fell to the ground. In his hands, two slender sword qi had condensed at some point.

The tip of the three-foot green edge, the cold light flickered, causing the surrounding air to hunt and ripple with the wind.

"Just let me see if your Sanskrit talisman spell can stop my Nalan clan's 'Four Elephant Sword Flow'!"

Nalan Yu tapped his toes on the ground, soared into the air, and detonated the air flow with the speed of 'Treading Cloud Shuttle'.

The wind was howling, above the pitch-black sky, the sky was changing rapidly, and in the depths of the woods, thousands of leaves were swirling, and the surging of evil qi was finally concentrated between Nalan Yu's palms. With the swing of his sword, thousands of qi blades like tiny scythes shot out in unison, rushing towards the Fanyin Tower!

"I can't imagine that after hundreds of years of loneliness, the Nalan clan will be able to produce another amazing talent......"

In front of the Fanyin Pagoda, the gray-shirted old man stood silently, and his body seemed to have no aura surging, but his momentum was like an abyss. Looking at the flow of qi blades and swords that were gradually approaching in front of him, there was a strange look of appreciation in his deep eyes.

However, even in the face of such an attack that caused the heavens and the earth to change color, the gray-shirted old man's face still did not fluctuate.

In the depths of his cloudy pupils, the purple streamer changed and rotated rapidly, the light and shadow around the spirit began to pull, and his hands quickly formed a seal in front of him, and after a moment, the seal fell and concentrated. And all kinds of sword blades also fell on the spell at this moment!

"Boom-crack-hum-"

The continuous muffled sound of impact detonated, stirring the space of heaven and earth to ripple continuously. Outside the back mountain, several Xuan Ying Guards were already densely scattered around the forbidden land.

"What's going on!"

In front of the hall, everyone gathered here, just from all over the garden rushed to the fire word generation, before they could react, only to look up to the sky, the wind and clouds throbbed, bursts of buzzing and Xuan Qi fluctuations, is coming from the direction of the back mountain.

Murong Yuan's face was slightly gloomy, and from this overflowing Xuan Qi, he directly recognized the one that was quite familiar.

"It's Nalan Yu, he went to the Houshan Fanyin Tower!"

Beside Murong Yuan, on the tough face of Punishment Elder Murong Ze, his expression was solemn, and he said slowly in a deep voice.

When the words fell, all the sons of the Murong clan behind him were shocked. I never thought that Nalan Yu would sneak into the forbidden place of the clan at night.

However, after a moment of panic, many people looked at each other with puzzled faces. The fluctuations caused by such a fight are so great, if one of them is Nalan Yu, then who is the other person?

The other party not only appeared in the forbidden land of the back mountain, but also looked like this, it seemed that his skills were not weaker than Nalan Yu.

"You're all here! Elder Qian, Elder Bai, please stay here and take care of them. ”

Murong Yuan turned around, his face was unusually solemn and swept over the juniors, and he gave them a deep order. Immediately after that, he looked at Murong Ze beside him again, and Zhengse commanded-

"Punishment Elder, you quickly go and ask the deacon, elder, and the mirror envoy to follow me to the back mountain!"