Li Xin was stunned for a moment, a little unable to believe that this was true, but as the head of the family, he was also well-informed, and soon came back to his senses, knelt on the ground with a "plop" sound, and kowtowed like pounding garlic: "The younger generation is very good, see the master!" ”

His heart, at this moment, set off stormy waves! Although he is the rotating patriarch of the Li clan, he is already a strong man at the level of the Dao, but compared with the "Fu Poor" ancestor, he is still 108,000 miles behind.

If it weren't for some adventures, the "Fu Poor" Ancestor would have been able to soar to the immortal realm a long time ago!

That's right, worshipping under the "Fu Poor" ancestor is equivalent to worshipping under the immortal door!

This is the supreme glory of him and the entire Nine Ali Clan!

In the main hall of Tianchang Palace, everyone was taken aback, the apprentice of the "poor" ancestor, this is much more important than a small master!

The Holy Sect Master, although he has real power, can only sit in the position for three hundred years, and after three hundred years, he will step down from the position of the sect and become a Supreme Elder, or an old ancestor of the sect, and all the power will be handed over to the next sect master.

As a descendant disciple of the ancestor, there is no need to be the head of the family, and his natural identity is noble, even if it is the three major families, he must give a few thin faces.

Whether it is the Zhang family, or the Fuguang Sihong family, or the Jiuali family, their founding ancestors are just their ordinary disciples, and so far, no one has been favored by their founding ancestors and accepted as their own ancestors.

It would be even better if it weren't for the fact that the disciples of the ancestors were devoted to the Tao and unwilling to work for mundane things. Or, they have already died in the long process of cultivation. These three major families, in the entire Holy Sect, do not have any right to speak.

Now, the "Fu Poor" Ancestor actually took him into his door, and he can foresee the future of the Nine Ali Clan!

Several Supreme Elders of the Zhang Clan and Si Hong Clan, as well as the two ancestors of the Reincarnation Sect, all had panic and despair in their eyes, but the expressions on their faces still remained calm, for fear of revealing the slightest flaw.

Their minds are now in a mess and they have no idea what's going on.

The ancestor of the mountain is waiting for a small god here, which is an unprecedented thing in itself, and no one has ever dared to include a god in front of everyone, and he has been rejected! But now, not only did the ancestor not get angry, but he also accepted the salary that brought him here as an apprentice, what is going on?

The "Fu Poor" Ancestor ignored everyone, his eyes fell on Zhan Wuji, and he said calmly: "Zhan Wuji, you defeated the five heads of the Pseudo-Dao Sect, this is your credit. ”

"In order to highlight your merits, I will crown you as the Shadow Sun Sword Saint."

"Ancestor Xie!" Zhan Wuji hurriedly bowed.

The old man nodded, and then said, "Go down." ”

Zhan Wuji immediately knew that this was something that the ancestor did not want to delay his cultivation, and bowed down and said, "The disciple will leave now." ”

As soon as the words fell, he left with Li Lieyue.

As soon as Zhan Wuji left, the "Fu Poor" Ancestor shifted his attention to Si Hong, and said lightly: "The head of the family presides over the overall situation, and there must be no slackness." ”

"I have one thing for you to do, and when you're done, you'll be my master......"

Bang!

Leaving the Heavenly Eternal Palace, Zhan Wuji and Li Lieyue together, with the [Five Ghost Tianluo] escape method, went straight to the teleportation array.

The "Fu Poor" patriarch told him a lot of things this time, and now his plan is still the same as his original plan, that is, to help Li Suyi improve his cultivation.

This is a great opportunity, so naturally I want to give it to my own people!

Besides, he and this Zhang Jingli have a vengeance that has not been avenged.

But for him, all this is an inconsequential matter, and the biggest question is what cause and effect!

The exercises that Zhan Wuji learned, the techniques he learned, the supernatural powers he learned, and everything he learned came from the legacy of his ancestors.

He wants to cut off the connection with this heaven and earth, and it seems that there is nothing left for himself.

I don't know if I can get some immortal methods from the consciousness of fallen immortals.

"Senior brother, did you want to take the immortal road, was it discovered by Fuxi Ancestor?" Li Lieyue suddenly said.

The survival of the fittest of the Holy Sect was slowly cultivated under the oral teaching of the ancestors, and it has long been ingrained.

But Zhan Wuji made the "Fu Poor" ancestor wait for such a long time, and this "ancestor" was still tolerant and tolerant of Zhan Wuji in every way.

Zhan Wuji refused to worship him as a teacher, and he even accepted the current Li clan patriarch Li Xin as an apprentice, and personally sealed Zhan Wuji as an apprentice.

All this because of one thing!

Zhan Wuji bowed his head slightly, and then replied: "The ancestor knows far better than me. ”

"This time, I'm going to go to the Eternal Night Desert with you, and I must not leak out!"

"No problem!" Li Hunting Moon's rapid transmission.

As he spoke, a formation that was protected by layers suddenly appeared in front of everyone, this formation emitted a faint light, and the aura within it did not fluctuate.

Zhan Wuji held Li Hunting Moon, his figure flashed, and he entered the big array, just a thought, the big array had already started.

A huge white light shot into the sky, and when the light faded, the two figures were gone.

The yellow sand is all over the sky, and the towers stand tall in the middle of the endless sand dunes, and the rocks have been blown by the wind and rain, and the wind and rain have blown it, and it looks dim.

Only the bronze bell on the tower, still muffled, as if it had been echoing in the desert from a long time ago.

Blood-red eyes, from day to night, are looking around.

Suddenly, a crumbling sand field appeared in several eyes.

"Boom!"

Countless yellow sand poured down like a tide, and the sand dunes, which were higher than a hill, collapsed in an instant, and a crystal clear pagoda rose from the ground, exactly like the pagoda in appearance, but the whole body exuded brilliance, shining in the sunlight.

But at this moment, on this pagoda, there are sword marks everywhere, and the sword qi on the pagoda has almost condensed into an entity, even if there are some remaining lines on the pagoda, it cannot be erased.

In the tower, a group of monks in gray robes, their faces were haggard, their clothes were ragged, and the glazed pagoda they were wearing was also destroyed, and some even had blood leaking from the corners of their mouths, and their abdomen was covered by a shocking sword mark, revealing their white bones and shortness of breath.

Looking at this familiar desert, looking at that powerful force, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, "Despicable! ”

"Jiuzhi Tao Wendu has already fallen, but this sword god is a small-bellied chicken intestine, and he has to kill us all!"

"The pseudo-Taoist is a sanctimonious person, and it has more than once hindered us from doing good deeds and preventing us from saving the world!"

"The cycle of heaven is full of gains and losses. These false paths, each time in the opposite direction, will inevitably bring about catastrophe...... The next crusade will be led by the Frosty Sword Sect! ”

"Not bad!" Nodding.