The night is like ink,

Above mid-air, the white-clothed remnant quickly moved forward, heading directly to the sea area where the Nine Dragons Lock Demon Tower was located.

The matter has come to this, in the courtyard, Qiongyan and his party will not stay long, and they have already left.

In the easternmost part of the ancient city, the night manor, which originally covered an area of 100 acres, has collapsed nearly half of the brilliant buildings, and has long been reduced to a land of uninhabited ruins.

A figure stepped into the air, and as it walked forward, it stepped on the burning of dead wood, and the sound made the ruins more and more silent.

In the backyard, a relatively intact pavilion is the ancestral hall of the Night Clan.

Below the rows of spiritual seats, the young man's body knelt on his knees, his eyes were closed, and his body was covered with a layer of floating dust, obviously he had been here for a short time.

Feeling the slightest sound behind him, the young man slowly opened his eyes, but they were empty and unfocused.

"Who are you?"

Looking sideways, what I saw was a figure in a black robe, and I couldn't see my face clearly.

The black-robed man was naturally Chilian Ye Xiaochen, glanced at the kneeling youth, and then moved his gaze to the spirit cards.

For a while, there was no word for a long time.

The names of the entire Night Clan are all here.

"You're Yexuan."

After a moment, Ye Xiaochen withdrew his gaze and fell on the young man again.

Ye Xuan didn't answer, his eyes were still empty.

He is the only one left in the entire Night Clan.

"Follow me."

The next moment, Ye Xiaochen grabbed Ye Xuan with one hand and left in a flash.

Behind the ancestral hall, there is a small independent house, which is the forbidden place of the Night Clan, in the past, if there was no ancestor Ye Yunyi to speak, no one could step into this place for half a step, of course, no one came now.

In front of the closed gate, there was obviously a formation guard, and Ye Xiaochen walked forward with more than one foot, waving out one hand, and the dusty gate slowly opened.

"Who the hell are you?"

Ye Xuan was caught, and at this moment, his empty eyes couldn't help but show a look of horror.

The door of the forbidden land of the Night Clan, if an outsider wants to enter, unless it is forcibly broken, the other party can open it so easily?

Nightdust ignored it, and blasted out with the strength of his palm against a gate in the deepest part.

Under one blow, the formation on the door collapsed instantly.

Yexuan has been here before, so naturally it will not be strange.

If the night north is here, it will be the same.

The forbidden place guarded by the formations is nothing but the baptism place of the people in the Night Clan.

This is true not only of the Night Clan, but also of many ancient families.

Use the spirit pool within the clan to help your own people awaken the power of their own bloodline.

This is the foundation, and it is the capital that the clan can continue strongly.

Of course, it depends on the talent of each person.

Baptism is only once, and what kind of effect can be achieved is only destined by one's own talent.

At this moment, the water of the Spirit Pond is crystal clear, no different from ordinary spring water, and it has lost its original power.

This power is not born from heaven and earth, and naturally it is not endless.

At this moment, Ye Xuan looked at the clear water, stunned, and his thoughts were pulled back to fifteen years ago.

At that time, he was only ten years old, and at the time of his baptism, the power in the spirit pool was absorbed by him and directly consumed, otherwise, with his talent, the strength was more than now.

"Sure enough."

The corners of Ye Xiaochen's mouth raised slightly, revealing a wry smile.

Then his right palm stretched out and slashed across his left wrist.

Blood dripped into the spirit pool like a thread.

If you want to awaken the power of the spiritual pool, you need to sacrifice blood, to be exact, you have to sacrifice your life.

This kind of thing is generally done by the head of each family on the eve of his death.

However, the sudden fall of Ye Yunyi naturally led to the depletion of the power of the spirit pool.

The scarlet blood entered the pool, and suddenly turned into a circle of ripples, accompanied by tumbling waves.

"Who the hell are you?"

Such a scene completely shocked Yexuan.

He didn't know what the other party meant by doing this.

Ye Xiaochen slowly pulled down the black-robed hat on his head, and suddenly, Ye Xuan took a few steps back.

The person in front of him, he had never seen it, but on his forehead, there was a red lotus mark, faintly shining brightly.

The flowers bloom with ten petals and are lifelike.

"This ......"

For a moment, Yexuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

The blood, dripping like a waterfall, was much thinner than just now.

The next moment, an afterimage broke out of the body, turned into a gossamer, and slowly merged into the spirit pool.

Inside the spirit pool, there was a buzz, and it seemed that the power that had been silent for a long time was awakened.

As the last drop of blood fell, the corners of Ye Xiaochen's mouth were bloodless, and he looked at Ye Xuan and forcibly squeezed out a smile.

For a full minute, the two looked at each other like this, one with doting in his eyes, and the other was still only shocked.

The next moment, Ye Xiaochen walked away, his figure staggering.

From beginning to end, not a word was spoken.

He did not say who he was.

At this point, it is pointless to say it, but it is only to add sorrow.

This is also the only thing he can do for his grandson.

In exchange for his own life, he will have his grandson's future martial arts path.

……

In the quaint manor, Ye Xiaochen staggered in, wearing a black robe to cover his face and not see his face, but such an outfit instantly alarmed the ancestors of the giants.

But considering the identity of the other party's Kuidian Heavenly King, no one dared to make a move.

Que Cang moved and couldn't help frowning.

I can feel that the other party's blood is scattered all over his body at this moment, and he is extremely weak, and it seems that he can fall down at any time.

Even the original primordial gods disappeared together.

The others didn't know the identity of Ye Xiaochen, but Que Cang naturally knew, so he couldn't help but sigh and asked, "Who hurt you like this?" ”

"Take, take the child, go to the NightClan."

Ye Xiaochen has no time to waste, his blood is gone, and he can really fall down at any time.

Then he said: "That person was planted with a life and death mark by the Holy Venerable, only the three-life pupil can be solved, take the child to the night clan, the bloodline will awaken, or, maybe let her awaken the three-life pupil......"

With difficulty saying this, Ye Xiaochen fell straight down.

Que Cang took a step forward, and a wisp of true qi was thrown into his body, but he sighed.

"What else do you have to say?"

At this moment, Que Cang already understood where the blood in his body had gone, so that the younger generation in the clan could awaken their own bloodline, which only the spirit pool could do, and the spirit pool needed its own bloodline to activate.

There is no other way.

This is true from generation to generation.

At this moment, the blood veins of Ye Xiaochen's whole body were scattered, and he was powerless to return to the sky, and the most fatal thing was that the primordial gods had disappeared.

"I have a grandson named Yexuan, if Que Cang's predecessors can, protect him thoroughly, juniors, I am grateful."

Nightdust exerted all his strength to make his words as clear as possible.

It was his only wish.

Ye Xiaochen's life was saved by the Holy Venerable Qiong Yan, and now Qiong Yan threatened Ye Bei with Sheng Hu's life, he couldn't and couldn't stop it.

Now, the fate has returned.

As a member of the Night Clan, it is incumbent upon him to help Yebei get out of trouble.

Seeing that Que Cang nodded slightly, Ye Xiaochen squeezed out a smile.

"Thank you so much, thank you seniors ......"

The voice fell, and he slowly closed his eyes, and his heartbeat stopped.

Each person's primordial spirit can only be condensed once, and once it is destroyed, there will be no chance of condensation.

Now even if there is a corpse left in Ye Xiaochen, it is useless, and it is difficult for the gods to save it.

At the same time, Qiong Yan and his party had just returned to Kui Palace, and before they had set foot in the manor, Qiong Yan stopped in vain.

"What's wrong? Deity? ”

Several Heavenly Kings beside him asked puzzledly.

Qiong Yan turned around and looked at the sky in the distance.

The people in the Kui Palace, whether it is the Heavenly King or an ordinary disciple, all the Yuan Tricks are in her hands, and she must know about anyone's fall as soon as possible.

"The primordial spirit of the red lotus has disappeared."

……