When the first rays of light in the morning came, Ji Quan stood up and gently pushed the door open.

The old servant walked from the field path, carrying a silver platter, which contained several red fruits, all of which were picked from his own medicinal field, containing essence and replenishing strength.

This old man's eyes were cloudy, his body was thin, he was seriously injured in his early years, his breath seemed to be nothing, he fell on the bank of the ancient river, and was rescued by the five ancestors, according to the elders of the clan, the limit was approaching.

"Thank you." Ji Quan bent down to take it and stuffed one into his mouth, only to feel a heat emanating from his lower abdomen, and the vague pain left over from last night was swept away.

He took a few and handed the rest to the old man.

The old man refused to take it, insisting on leaving it to him.

Ji Quan couldn't cry or laugh, and after eating the fruits in front of the old servant, the old man smiled.

The morning glow is rising, the mist in the mountains and forests is misty, the mist is rising, the cold stone tablets are lined up, there are monks sitting cross-legged, swallowing purple gas.

Bidding farewell to the old servant, Ji Quan walked forward alone, he still had important things to do today.

"Boom!"

A monk who closed his eyes and recuperated suddenly burst out, and the magic knife cut through the sky, and the place was instantly submerged by the long river of divine power, and pieces of ancient trees broke off at the waist, turning the sky upside down in the blink of an eye!

Ji Quan's eyes shot out two divine lights, looking up to the sky and roaring, his black hair fluttering, and his blood was overwhelming, resisting the sharp sword light.

He closed the sea of bitterness, suppressed the fountain of life, and did not dare to use his divine energy excessively, fearing that it would detonate the hidden dangers in his body, so he only used the power of qi and blood to fight the enemy.

The monk had no scruples, his combat power was at full strength, and the fountain of life in the sea of bitterness gushed out, spewing out endless divine energy, and the magic knife in his hand hissed and whispered.

The knife was already psychic, and the ghost cried and roared while waving it, and Ji Quan was careless, disturbed by the magic sound, and stayed in place, his eyes blank.

Seeing this, the monk wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and the magic knife waved, drawing a long river of divine power, and the sword light followed, killing the machine.

Ji Quan's eyes were cold, turned into a purple light, smashed the long river of divine power, passed through the sword light of Sen Ran, and then slashed at the demon knife monk, his hand was as crystal as jade, swallowing cold light, to give this person a heavy blow!

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

There is also an enemy in the secret, who is good at concealing weapons, and seeing that he is full of strength, he launched an attack.

Ji Quan ignored it, and the divine light in his hand skyrocketed, splitting the Demon Knife Monk from head to toe, and then twisted his body.

"Dang!"

The hidden weapon hit him in the shoulder, but it was like touching a divine iron, and it couldn't do any damage.

"What?!"

The assassin was startled and felt cold.

Ji Quan rushed over, grabbed the assassin, as if he was holding a little chicken, mobilized a trace of divine power, and shouted, "Who sent you!" ”

The Assassin was dizzy from the shock, his eyes were starry, and he opened his mouth to answer, then suddenly woke up and gritted his teeth.

"Want to kill yourself?" Ji Quan sneered and slapped his face, and the assassin's teeth flew out along with the poison sac.

"Smack!"

Another slap was slapped, and the Assassin opened his mouth, blood and broken teeth spitting out.

"To say or not to say?" Ji Quan lifted him up and hung him in the air, his other hand ready to strike.

"Yes...... Himeyama...... "The assassin struggled to spit out a few words, his words slurred.

"Himeyama!" Ji Quan was a little stunned.

The bear child in the Eight Ancestors' family?

Can he do this?

After the assassin finished speaking, his body began to struggle violently, and Ji Quan glanced at him, slapped the assassin's head into his chest, and threw it aside.

The leaves rattled, and a young man in purple fell from the sky.

"It's cool to watch the play?" Ji Quan said that he was not surprised by the appearance of the purple-clothed boy.

The purple-clothed young man shook his head, frowning and pondering, he stood there, like a bright moon, otherworldly, and like a god king descending into the world, surrounded by a faint halo.

"It's a pity that my clothes ......"

Ji Quan patted the dust on his body, sighed softly, took out a brand new white coat, and put it on top of the tattered old clothes.

"After they entered the Ji family, it didn't take long for them to be discovered, and I followed them all the way, wondering what the purpose of these two people was." The purple-clothed young man spoke.

"It's just that you have the leisure to spare." Ji Quan said, "Change me, let's kill one by one." ”

"Ji Shan doesn't have this ability, there should be clan elders behind him." Ji Haoyue said.

"There's no point in wasting time on such people." Ji Quan shook his head, he didn't want to worry about it, he already had a guess in his heart.

In his early years, he had conflicts with some clan elders because of those gods, although he was unharmed in the end, and since then there have been "turmoil".

Ji Haoyue obviously also knew some news, and frowned: "I will find out, if it ......"

"How's Purple Moon?" Ji Quan interrupted him.

"Ziyue is very good!" The purple-clothed Ji Haoyue was stunned, and immediately alerted, "Why are you asking this?" ”

"I care what's wrong, Ziyue is your sister and my sister!" Ji Quan patted the purple-clothed young man on the shoulder and floated away.

Ji Haoyue was still pondering in place, her purple clothes fluttering, as bright as the moon.

……

After Ji Quan said goodbye to the purple-clothed Ji Haoyue, he came to the Void Ancient Palace, intending to ask to see the Holy Lord of the Ji family.

Stationed outside the temple gate was a middle-aged knight, with a stubborn and expressionless face, leading a strange beast with black scales.

Seeing someone coming, the middle-aged knight's eyes shot out two divine lights, and he realized that it was Ji Quan, and bowed.

Ji Quan responded with a smile, and then explained his intentions, but he was disappointed, although the Holy Lord of the Ji family and the elders of the Supreme Court were inside, they ordered the door of the temple to be locked and no one was allowed to approach.

He silently observed, in addition to the middle-aged knights in front of him, there were also some knights patrolling around the hall, they were covered in armor, their expressions were indifferent, there was a bloody aura on their bodies, and the alien beasts under the seat were extraordinary, and their bodies were shining with brilliance.

"These are the most elite knights in the clan." He made a judgment in his heart, these knights were usually on expeditions or stationed on one side, and now they were actually recalled.

Ji Quan frowned slightly, and asked the middle-aged knight if he could go in to report, the middle-aged knight looked embarrassed, but he was still shaken under his repeated words and agreed.

The middle-aged knight walked through the jade steps, through the hall door, and said a few words to the knight inside, and then turned around and walked towards Ji Quan, and told him with an apologetic face that he couldn't go in.

Ji Quan nodded, silently calculating in his heart, if it was just an ordinary family meeting, it wouldn't take a few days.

"This knight said that the Holy Lord is inside, and the five ancestors should also be inside, I don't know what they are discussing, is it about how to dispose of the holy relics?"

He touched the ancient order in his arms, which was left to him by the Seventh Ancestor when he left, and he could force the knight to open the door, but there was no need to force the door to break in, including the Holy Lord.

He left the place and sat down on the nearest mountain, keeping an eye on it.