There is a dilapidated courtyard in the center of the Relic of God. In the corner of the courtyard is a red-mottled clay pot. There was a plant in the pot, with several green stems and a white fist-like fruit. The edges of the fruit are slightly wilted and look like they are about to wither.

"Alas, my memory has deteriorated a lot, and I forgot to water it again. An old man sighed softly, walked up to the clay pot, picked up the wooden scoop, and stretched it out to the water tank beside it.

"It seems that the high priest is also a man of Yaxing. A voice rang out from not far away.

In the courtyard, a stone table is placed, and on the stone table, a pot of tea is placed.

A white-robed man sat at the stone table, not touching the cup of tea, but keeping an eye on the old man.

The spirit tea is fragrant, the clear water is clear, and the tea is naturally more attractive than an old man in his twilight years.

But the appearance of the white-robed man seemed to care more about the old man.

The water slowly poured down from the scoop and fell into the mottled clay pot, and the fruit was struck by the water and kept shaking.

The soil became moist, and the fruit that had withered before returned to its original state, full of green, and a drop of water rolled gently on the surface of the water like a dewdrop, gradually dripping.......

"Yaxing... Hehe, Master Chu laughed. What is there to say about us laity?" the high priest put the wooden scoop back into the water tank.

"For the old man, it's just a kind of reminiscence, how can there be any Yaxing. The high priest smiled calmly and came to sit down in front of Chu Cheng.

"What is the name of this fruit? Chu Cheng looked at the fruit that had returned to its full state and was a little surprised.

It's just sprinkled with water, and it's full in an instant. This fruit is ugly, but it is very peculiar. Chu Cheng had never seen it.

The high priest thought for a moment, picked up the teacup and took a sip, shook his head, and said, "I don't know what this fruit is. This fruit was a seed that my father picked up when my husband was young, and then planted it. ”

"My father didn't wait for this seed to sprout and bear fruit. ”

"Why didn't you wait?"

A seed, four seasons have a season of fruit. A spirit seed is no more than ten years at the latest. The life span of the Divine Relic Clan is usually a hundred years, how can they not wait?

"Died in battle. The high priest didn't have any expression on his face, just said calmly.

It's just two words, and I can still hear the regrets in my voice.

Four hundred years ago, the White Tiger invaded and took away almost the entire Divine Relic Clan. The high priest's relatives and friends were all killed overnight, and he really became a loner.

The mottled red marks of the clay pot are dyed with the blood of relatives and friends, and the red soil is irrigated by the blood of the clansmen.

Over the past 400 years, this small courtyard has been transformed into a memorial to the high priest. This clay pot also condenses his thoughts about all his relatives back then.

"I'm sorry!" Chu Cheng was stunned and hurriedly spoke.

"These are things in the past. The high priest stopped and said, "This time, thanks to Master Chu. Otherwise, the land of our god's relics will once again face the danger of extinction. ”

A soft sigh, thoughts surging.

"The betrayal of the White Tiger Holy Ancestor led to the decline of my Divine Relic Clan, and in the end, the turmoil within the Divine Relic continued. Countless years have passed, and the Divine Relic Clan has long been in devastation. ”

"During this time, the old man often wondered why the Vermilion Bird Holy Ancestor did this back then, if it weren't for those dead souls, my divine relics would never have been consumed so severely. Hundreds of wastes are waiting to be rebuilt, maybe the ancestors of the year have already returned to the present world with my divine relics and re-established the pinnacle of the world. ”

The high priest was not wrong. Even if the strength of a generation of divine relics ancestors is placed in today's Daluo Domain, it is still an existence standing at the top of the pyramid.

There are no immortals in the wilderness, and the ancient immortals remain. If the relict clan of the gods reappeared in the present world at that time, perhaps the myth of the ancient witch would be written.

It's a pity that those ancestors died in battle when they experienced the undead of the White Tiger Clan. After that, one generation is not as good as the next.

"Perhaps, the Vermilion Bird Holy Ancestor and that being want to temper the divine relics in the midst of danger. It's just that the intended goal is the opposite of the final result. Chu Cheng thought about it and felt that no one would want their descendants to decline more and more.

"Perhaps. The high priest shook his head, and suddenly there was some confusion. It wasn't until a cup of tea had passed that he spoke: "The purpose of inviting Master Chu to come this time, maybe you already know." ”

"Are you leaving this place?" Chu Cheng's eyes flickered when he heard this.

He had been here for half a year, and although it was not long, the Purple Fortune Sect's Dan test competition had already ended.

Chu Cheng came here, and he wasn't sure if the high priest invited him because of this matter. But there is a hunch in my heart that this time it is the stalk of his departure.

"Master Chu is really clever. The high priest didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "Indeed, this time I invited Master Chu to come just to tell you how to leave. ”

"You know how to leave, I guessed before. It's a pity I can't find you. Chu Cheng shook his head.

His divine sense could cover the entire town, but he still couldn't find the whereabouts of the High Priest.

"As the high priest of the Divine Relic Clan, the old man has already fused the breath of the Divine Relic Altar, and it is normal for Master Chu to not find it. The high priest smiled and continued, "I am looking for you this time because there is a way to leave. Before, it was impossible to ......."

Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help asking, "Could it be that the high priest found the exit to leave not long ago?"

The High Priest glanced up at the sky and said softly, "I didn't find the exit. ”

"Then how do you get out?" Chu Cheng was a little puzzled.

"Every one hundred and fifty-six days, there is a place in the land of the Divine Relic that will start to weaken. This is what I discovered a hundred years ago. Master Chu might be able to try to get out from there. The high priest thought for a moment.

"Oh, how long is there until the time limit?" Chu Cheng's eyes flickered, and he was a little happy.

Perhaps, he will really be able to get out.

Three days later, the one hundred and fifty-six days expired. ”

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.......

Time passed, and three days had passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past three days, Chu Cheng has been in retreat in the cave mansion, and he has not seen any of the Divine Relic clansmen, even the Holy Maiden Zhu Xuan, who often comes here. Refine some elixirs.

The time of three days was already very rushed, and it was made overnight, and only thirty-eight bottles of Tsukidan were refined.

One bottle of Zhuji Dan contains sixteen pills, a full thirty-eight bottles, six hundred and eight pills. This was the last thing he had left for the Divine Relics.

As for the golden spirit pill above, Chu Cheng tried a few furnaces, and he was able to refine six of them, and the pills above were beyond his strength.

On the third day, Chu Cheng followed the high priest to a plain.

Today, it rained.

The majestic heavy rain fell from the sky and fell on the eaves of the town, and also hit Chu Cheng, who was in the plain.

At this time, between heaven and earth, there is only the sound of rain.

Chu Cheng looked up at the endless plain, and after a long time, he slowly stretched out his left hand and leaned forward.

A fluctuation ......

This wave comes from the front, like the sparkling water of water.

It was an endless plain, but it touched the bottom.

Everything ahead is an illusion, and when you get here, it's the edge of the Divine Relic.

An autumn rain, an autumn coolness.

It gradually became colder. The rain dripped, moistened the soil, and the earth, which had been destroyed and lifeless in the war, also grew seedlings at this moment. In time, a deep forest will reappear.

Chu Cheng closed his eyes, and opened them again in a blink of an eye.

At this moment of opening, his eyes gradually brightened, capturing a trace of the image that is difficult to see with the naked eye.

The raindrops around him have fallen, and the peach blossoms of ten miles have floated.

The peach blossoms appeared, representing that Chu Cheng's spiritual sword momentum was at its peak.

He raised the short sword in his hand and slashed in a certain direction.

With this slash, countless peach blossoms fell into the edge of the short sword.

There was a soft sound, like the sound of glass shattering.

Coming out of the sword again, the sword intent like autumn rain was condensed to the extreme. Every blow has reached the peak of Chu Cheng, comparable to a sword in the middle of Jindan!

Ten swords in an instant, the sound of shattering became even louder and crisper as the sword fell.

Eventually, the space shattered like glass, bursting open, revealing a space.

In that space, a yellow sun can be seen.

"Finally, can I leave? Chu Cheng glanced at the high priest, not knowing the joy or sorrow.

After a short stay, I finally moved the nostalgia.

"High Priest, farewell!" Chu Cheng bowed his hand and threw the refined elixir connected to a storage ring to the old man. "There are some elixirs here that can help the Divine Relic Clan. ”

With that, he looked up again, forgetting to glance into the distance.

There, he seemed to see where his cave was. There was a woman in red sitting.

Slender jade fingers, a piano note.

The rain swept across the wet face. Say goodbye to him again.