The phantom is long and black, and it is as thin as a paper wing when viewed sideways.

"Kid."

They chattered in their mouths, and were waved away by Yuan Xin.

The phantoms all dispersed, only circling around him tirelessly.

This is an empty but dilapidated underground palace, Yuan Xinsha came in response to the call, and after coming, he didn't have time to feel the dilapidated here, so he was surrounded by these phantoms.

But his extremely strong mental power made him see at a glance that these were not real living people.

It's just a divine consciousness left by the predecessors.

Even at first, he didn't know what was going on, but looking at these divine sense imprints left behind, he knew everything.

It's a dedicator.

Yuan Xin shattered the thick dust on the wall, revealing a little different color underneath, which was a unique script of their clan.

Write the words 'Genting Hall' on it.

I think it's the name of the outer hall of the underground palace.

"Come, come on, come here, come here." The phantoms swirled around him.

Constantly stretched out a thin shadow hand to greet him.

Yuan Xin's broken nose was full of decay, damp and mildew, mixed with the damp dust in the air, and he came to an inner room with the guidance of these phantoms in the devastated underground palace.

The inner chamber was a mess of signs that had clearly been looted.

Every trace of the dungeon is like a silent groan after seeing the light of day again.

The things of the Xian clan have almost been robbed.

Thinking that this is the former base camp of the Xian clan, Yuan Xinsha was not surprised, after all, the Tiandao Tree as a sub-tree was also separated from the mother tree, but it was a part of the separation, and it was too normal that it would have something to do with this side, and the territory of the mother tree was the birthplace of everything.

I just didn't expect it to end up like this.

There are few people in the Xian clan who can really be counted with one hand, and when they were in Wanyu, there were still some old people, but those people were already dying of old age at that time, and they were for him to support, and then Wanyu was slaughtered, and when the Zerg made chaos, more and more people died.

There are not many others who can be taken by him.

"Come, just wait for you, child."

"Open it, open it."

They keep repeating and repeating, and the stubbornness that they don't know how long they have been waiting for is also a long-term persistence.

Yuan Xin let out a slight breath, and a sense of great compassion suddenly surged in his heart.

He pressed his temples, and the spiritual heavenly palace was constantly tingling, and it was the grief and joy of these people that were also affecting him.

The Phantoms unleashed a large chest, which was dilapidated and empty, apparently a looted chest, and it was unknown why the Phantoms were pushing an empty chest.

"Blood drips up, drips up!"

The phantoms visibly became agitated.

Yuan Xin was not stunned, and immediately cut his palm with a knife when he heard the words, and the blood was splashed on the box.

Thousands of lights suddenly bloomed in front of him.

One formation after another emerged from the ground.

Finally, it gathered into countless filaments and burned onto the empty wooden box.

The wooden box suddenly trembled, opening and closing like a mouth, and constantly spit out one ancient book after another.

There is also an epistle in it.

The letters were not sealed, and it could be seen that they were left in a hurry, and there were even a few blood-colored fingerprints printed on the corners.

"It's ......"

Yuan Xin's broken eyes moved slightly, and he opened the letter neatly, and read it carefully, but he knew what these things were.

The Xian race is born easy to be coveted by some crooked people, after all, it is full of treasures.

God's preference for the Xian clan seems to have stopped at some point.

This clan is gradually declining, and when it was strong before, it was polite to ask for a drop of blood from the sacrifice clan, and after the decline, it was like a fat sheep without a fence to protect it, whether it was the Zerg, the Terran, or the Demon, there were people with bad intentions.

Slowly, the sacrifice clan will be eaten away.

At that time, the patriarch of the Xian clan felt that it was not possible to go on like this, so he sent the last clan to an inconspicuous sub-tree territory, thinking that he could still preserve some bloodline.

"It looks like it's us in District 4." Yuan Xin muttered.

Then look down.

But his ancestors didn't mention anything about the territory of the mother tree.

Maybe it's because it's been surviving in the four districts for generations, and it's difficult to survive even in the four districts, not to mention the mother tree territory, those old people don't mention it, and some records have disappeared in the long river of time.

For example, many people now, let alone counting eighteen generations, even if they are in the area of Grandpa Dao, they don't even know who Grandpa's surname is, and whether their ancestors have been developed, so it's even more unclear.

But that's not the most important thing.

At that time, the clansmen took away some of the documents, but the offensive was fierce, and the most important things were not taken away.

At that time, the ancestors of the Xian clan who stayed in the territory to attract firepower used their best spiritual power to hide many spiritual secret methods.

Maybe some of them were looted.

But looking at the situation today, the most important ones are not searched.

Yuan Xin picked up the secret method on the ground.

Seeing that most of them are used to cultivate spiritual power.

He had long been surprised, the territory of the various clans on this side of the Mother Tree Territory was clear, but he was the only one who was good at cultivating spiritual power.

Now they understand that the Xian clan, which was the best at spiritual power back then, has long since withered, and their clan has mastered the best spiritual power cultivation method.

He flipped through it and saw a few words written on it.

"The demon element is born special, and only the demon clan can cultivate."

"And the spiritual power is trapped by the Gathering Spirit Platform, and it is destined to become more and more difficult to cultivate in the future."

"Only with spiritual power, the Heavenly Palace is boundless, it is an invisible domain, and if you study this way carefully, you will be stronger tomorrow, the stronger the stronger, and the future is unlimited."

Why did Yin Nian break the Gathering Altar?

It's because I feel that cultivation is getting more and more difficult in the later stage.

The altar is a kind of protection, but also a kind of imprisonment.

Why do these people in the Mother Tree Territory need raw foam, raw foam can raise the upper limit of their talent again and again, and can shorten the disadvantages brought by the spirit gathering platform, this is the most important thing.

Unexpectedly, some of the ideas of the ancestors of the Xian clan would span thousands of years, which coincided with what Yin Nian had thought before.

Below is the method of cultivating spiritual power of some dedicators.

These methods......

Yuan Xin squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

"Don't be afraid of hardship, don't be afraid of hardship!" The phantoms began to murmur again.

They waited for a long time, thinking that they would wait for the Xian clan to regain their vitality in the territory of the sub-tree and be able to come back and strengthen the race.

Unexpectedly, the Xian clan went to the Fourth District and went to the Ten Thousand Domains, and their blood was destined to attract people's eyes, and the husband was not guilty.

Yuan Xin shattered his biological parents, and they were gone early.

The people of this group seem to be having a particularly hard time.

He has been able to live until now, and he has not become a medicine for someone's alchemy, perhaps because of his talent, so that the Eastern District raised him, hoping that he would serve the Eastern District.

Right and wrong, now it is not clear whether it is right or wrong, and it is difficult to investigate the reason.

But!

Yuan Xin crushed the books and squeezed them hard.

If you don't have the strength, you will disappear into this world quietly, and no one will care.

He had already understood this truth.