Who doesn't know about today's punishment? Which one doesn't know?!

As soon as the guards outside the library pavilion saw Yan Xing, their expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly bowed and saluted, not daring to stop them at all.

Between each layer of the Library Pavilion, there is an enchantment barrier, and only disciples who meet the conditions can enter the upper layer, but these things are useless against Yan Xing.

Straight up, one step at a time, a few breaths came to the highest nine-story space of the Library Pavilion.

Yan Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked around, only in the darkness, he saw a skinny old man sitting cross-legged, if he hadn't been able to sense the gossamer-like aura, he would have thought it was a dead corpse.

Sensing the movement, the old man opened his eyes slightly, revealing infinite vicissitudes of life and dead silence.

"You, yes?"

The voice was shrill and sharp, like sharpening a knife.

"You should have heard of me, I am Yan Xing, the contemporary saint master of the Sun Never Sets Sacred Domain, and the current protector of the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven!"

Yan Xing's voice was sonorous and powerful, full of the vitality of a young man, in stark contrast to the death of the old man.

He unceremoniously showed the name of [Holy Master], since the Holy Domain gave him such rights, he would not be pedantic to refuse, no need to use it in vain.

All power and power can be borrowed and used for my own use.

"Ahem, it turned out to be you." A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and he seemed to have some understanding.

"Who are you? What are you doing hiding in a library? Want to plot against you? ”

"Hehe, the Holy Master is really joking, the old man's name is Shame, he is the seventh ancestor of the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven, and he is not a young man."

Shame is very weak, as if every word he says, he is overdrawing his life, he is too old, although he is a god and demon powerhouse, he has lived for 1.4 billion years, and he is not far from death.

"Holy Master, if you have something to say, just say it, the old man has no strength, maybe, he will choke his breath while chatting, for fear of scaring you, Holy Master."

The corners of the mouth of shame are raised, and the withered skin is stacked layer upon layer, and in the dim light, it is extremely eerie and terrifying.

"I'm going to take away the Origin Goddess, the Seventh Ancestor, please give her to me!"

Yan Xing's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice word by word, the great power in his body gathered and vibrate, and he had no choice but to rule out the possibility of using force.

Hearing this, there was no surprise or anger on his face, as if he had expected it.

"Ahem, this day is still here, or not, it is better to hand over the goddess to the Sunless Sacred Domain than to cheapen those white-eyed wolves in the Heavenly Realm."

The Sun Never Sets Sacred Domain will absorb the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven, not only is it a shame, but every high-level Flying Immortal secretly thinks that the Sacred Domain is also here for the pure blood of the human race.

The excuse of "Surprise List" is really ridiculous.

It's just that the Sun Never Sets Sacred Domain cherishes its feathers and doesn't want to make things too ugly, and even deliberately arranges for the Yan Punishment Holy Master to act as an intermediary, and he doesn't personally intervene from beginning to end.

One is forcible seizure.

One is to save them from danger, and then use Huairou means to "beg" the pure blood of the human race.

Moreover, the Sun Never Sets Sacred Land is a supreme holy land with Infinite True Immortals sitting in the seat, but it is not comparable to the 'True Hell Holy Land' and the 'Heavenly Sealing Territory Holy Land'.

After weighing the gains and losses, the top management of Feixian has made the best choice.

From now on, the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven has been integrated into the Holy Domain, and naturally it is indispensable to be a treasure land similar to the Library Pavilion, which is a treasure of the human race, and the pure blood of the human race, which they regard as a treasure, has little effect.

"Alas, alas, alas!"

"Feixian Cave Heaven, from ancient times to the present, countless ancestors and sages have worked hard for it, but after all, they still can't resist fate, and they will die in the long river of rolling years......"

"Ahem—"

Feeling ashamed and coughing violently, a strange flush appeared on his withered face, and black blood escaped from the corners of his mouth, like corpse water, exuding a strong smell of decaying corpse.

"From now on, there will be no more flying immortals in the world!"

"Hahaha!"

"The old man is ashamed of his ancestors and ancestors."

Before the words fell, the last divine light in the eyes of the guilty love was dissipated, and the swaying origin light of the candle flame was extinguished, and a dignified god and demon died of old age.

"Alas!"

There was a sigh in the darkness, and Soyoko staggered out of the shadows, the corners of her eyes slightly moistened, and she bent down and gently picked up her guilt, as if she was holding a pile of skeletons.

"Lord Ancestor, you are not wrong, you are all descendants and grandchildren, you failed to protect the flying immortals, you old man has worked hard, rest well......"

In a low voice, Kong Yangzi left the library with guilt in his arms, and from beginning to end, he didn't look at Yan Xing.

"Tsk!"

"Heh, it's so sad, and I'm a big villain?"

Yan Xing shook his head and smiled, he didn't care, he had seen a lot of scenes like him.

stepped forward, came to the place where Shame was sitting cross-legged, and stomped hard under his feet, wiping out the forbidden formation pattern.

Card! Katsa –

The ground shattered, and colorful brilliance gushed out, opening a round hole made of condensed light.

Yan Xing's spirit was shocked, and his eyes were projected into it, only to see that in the huge space, there was a sea of colorful spiritual liquid, rippling slightly, rippling and rippling, and the aura was extremely rich.

In the center of the seven-colored sea of spiritual liquid, there stood an altar covered in pitch-black patterns, surrounded by thick chains engraved with law patterns, and the entire space was filled with an obscure and inexplicable atmosphere.

In the center of the pitch-black altar, a delicate figure in a white dress sits cross-legged, and all the power of prohibition and suppression is concentrated on her.

The white dress woman's skin is like jade, white and a little sickly, her long black hair spreads out like a waterfall, covering most of the altar, and in the open eyes, the child hole is actually pure pitch black, and the fly in the ointment is that her eyes are dull and empty, without the slightest anger and mood swings.

In the void around the altar, there are pieces of ancient stone tablets with a height of 100,000 zhang, which are engraved with origin gods, which are extremely obscure, and the stone tablets are densely packed, no less than thousands.

"She's the Pavilion Master?"

Yan Xing's tone was firm, and what he saw in front of him was exactly the same as the reflection that had been reflected in his child's hole.

Without hesitation, Yan Xing turned over and jumped into the hole, and the great power in his body surged and collapsed, converging under his feet.

"Broken!

”

Boom Boom –

The power of the falling sky, with all his strength, slammed into the thick chains that bound the pitch-black altar, and the law patterns on it flickered, unable to withstand the destruction, and began to crumble and wear out.

Katsa!

The whole body was moved, the formation nodes were broken, the chain of suppression and prohibition suddenly lost its meaning of perfection, and the link between the pitch-black altar and the space here was cut off, and it slowly hung in the air, becoming an independent unit that could be detached.

The Origin Goddess on the altar, her consciousness is still in a deep sleep, her eyes are dead and colorless, Yan Xing is intentional, and she can't wake up the pavilion master for the time being.

Because, from beginning to end, there was a vague gaze staring at him, it was the god and demon powerhouse of the Flying Immortals, and it was estimated that he was not ashamed of the kind of old guy whose longevity had dried up.

"Terran pureblood, I'll take it away."

Yan Xing said, raised his hand to tear open the dimensional rift, and stuffed the pitch-black altar into its entirety.

After doing all this, Yan Xing looked at the ancient stone tablet and the colorful ocean condensed by the spiritual energy, and the color of greed flashed in his eyes.

Whoa—

The seven-colored ocean suddenly boiled, and where the altar disappeared, a huge vortex appeared, devouring all the spiritual fluid. At the same time, the quaint stone tablets suspended in the void also sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared.

"Hey, be stingy!"

Yan Xing pursed his mouth slightly, he knew that he couldn't do anything, if he still wanted to entangle, the person who was secretly peeping, I was afraid he would not be able to bear it.

Feixian Dongtian still thought that he came to ask for the pure blood of the human race on behalf of the Sunless Sacred Domain, although he originally had the intention of taking advantage of the situation, but he didn't expect the high-level of Feixian to be so up-to-date, and he had already attacked himself in advance.

Therefore, he can't unleash the suppression for the pavilion master here, otherwise it won't make sense, and he is also worried that the pavilion master will go berserk after getting out of trouble, and the battle between gods and demons will inevitably attract the powerhouses of the holy realm, so it will leak the bottom.

After Yan Xing left, the void hummed and distorted, and a man in treasure armor stepped out, looking around the empty surroundings, his eyes flashing with complexity.

This person is the last god and demon powerhouse to appear when the Fallen Immortal Realm fell, and he is in the prime of life, and his combat power is at its peak.

The guardian of the hearts of the Nine Exquisite Immortals.

……

Things went even more smoothly than expected, and after the full set of acting, Yan Xing said goodbye to his friends in full view of everyone, and then went home, and came to the "Holy Master's Mansion" located in the center of the Holy Domain.

What is a Holy Master?

In the Sunset Sacred Domain, the Holy Master is the most special existence, this position does not have any real power, does not participate in the operation and jurisdiction of the Sunset Sacred Domain, but has a supreme position, even the Lord of the Sacred Domain will treat him equally, and even treat him with courtesy.

The only meaning of the existence of the Holy Master is to reach the heavens and convey the heavens.

As an infinite true immortal, the Divine Phoenix Empress can't appear from time to time according to the rules because of the "unknown" reason, and she can't even stay in the Infinite Continent for a long time, so as not to reproduce the disasters of the ancient era.

Therefore, the Holy Land where the sun never sets needs a spokesperson to communicate with Her Majesty the Empress and convey various decrees, which is the only duty of the Holy Master.

To put it bluntly, the Holy Master is just a "microphone", but it is so much higher.

Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, although the holy master is respected, but his life is always in danger. True immortals are moody, under the threat of "ominous", very sensitive and irritable, and if they are not careful, the microphone will become a punching bag.

For example, Yan Xing's previous term accidentally made the empress unhappy, and was directly burned to ashes by a ball of heavenly fire, and he didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy.

This is a high-risk occupation, and it is no wonder that you can enjoy all kinds of welfare rights, after all, who would care about a dead person who is in danger?

When Yan Xing learned this, he just smiled, not impressed, he was happy to be idle.

In the depths of the mansion, Yan Xing waved away a group of servants and maids, closed his eyes and calmed down, his mind had entered the hell dimension.

"Kaka, don't mess around!"

Yan Xing's brows trembled, and he hurriedly walked up to the altar and twisted Kaka, who was crawling around on the pavilion master's chest, this little guy, do you want to eat?

"Cards?"

"Little brat, I want to go to your mother for milk!"

Driving Kaka away, Yan Xing's expression became solemn, and he walked around the pitch-black altar a few times, and the [Broken Void Eye] in the depths of his right eye was shining, and he rarely used the [Broken Void Eye], which was very useful in cracking the formation.

After all, this is a talent born with the same name as the [Hell Dimension], and it comes from the Void Ancestral Dragon.

"Broken! Break! Broken—"

Yan Xing's figure flickered, pulling out a large afterimage, on top of all the formation nodes in all corners of the altar, and at the same time, with a finger, the sharp qi condensed, cutting off the operation of the formation.

Katsa!

Buzzing!

The altar trembled and hummed, shattered and cracked, and disintegrated into pieces, and the strange power that enveloped the pavilion master quickly weakened until it completely dissipated.

"Hmm~"

The pavilion master's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a soft groan came from between his lips and teeth, and the next moment, in the dead and empty eyes, blurred colors appeared, and gradually changed from blank to clear.

"Yan, Yan Xing......"

The pavilion master got up slowly, as strong as the body of a god and a demon, and this small movement was about to stumble down, which showed her weakness.

"Pavilion Master, are you alright?"

Seeing this, Yan Xing hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help.

"Well, I'm fine, thank you, thank you for saving me."

The Pavilion Master shook his head at Yan Xing, pursed his lips and chuckled, his smile was unusually pure, like a blank sheet of paper.

How can it be okay?

Yan Xing sighed secretly in his heart, the pavilion master was found to be a pure blood of the human race, and he was suppressed and sealed on the altar when he was a baby, in order to prolong his life, the high-level of the flying immortals forcibly cultivated it to the realm of gods and demons.

For 500 million years, every day and every night, he has been consulting the divine power books on the origin inscriptions, and passing on the translated kung fu mysteries to the disciples who came to the library to receive the inheritance.

It can be said that the pavilion master is like a mining card that has been violently used, seemingly complete on the outside, but the chip on the inside is on the verge of collapse.

"Cards! card~"

At this moment, Kaka jumped up and ran over, still holding a sky-blue leaf in his hand, and raised his hands high, about to stuff it into the pavilion master's mouth.

"What is this?"

The pavilion master looked puzzled, turned his head to look at Yan Xing, and didn't know whether to open his mouth or not.

"Hey, you guy, you're really eccentric!"

Yan Xing smiled dumbly, on weekdays, in order to eat a few leaves, he had to sneak around and fight with Kaka, but he didn't expect Kaka to become generous at this time.

"Pavilion Master, eat, you'll be fine after eating."

"This little thing, but it's rare to be so generous, it seems that she likes you very much."

"Kaka—"

Kaka pushed the leaf in his hand, his big eyes sparkling, as clean and pure as the pavilion master's eyes.