Chen San and Gong Qingyun were right, Chen San's successful Red Fusion Blade Technique, as well as the Bead Press Void True Thunder Bead, were indeed taken away by Zhou Tianpeng's death, and fell into Chen San's hands under the twist and turn.

As for the key person Zhou Tianpeng, whether he will stay in the Qianli country after that, and whether Chen San can find it, Chen San and Gong Qingyun also don't know in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was so easy, Chen San almost didn't have much effort to complete the transaction with Gong Qingyun, making Gong Qingyun owe Chen San a request.

However, these things only passed by in Chen San's heart, and then Chen San's heart was filled with the Nine Heavens Cultivation Ring and Chen Changtian, this person, one treasure, two names.

These two unfamiliar names, Chen San can easily determine, and they are inextricably linked to himself.

The Nine Heavens Cultivation Ring, the miraculous effects of all kinds of rumors, are exactly the same as the special effects of the mysterious gold ring that Chen San passed down from his father Chen Chong.

Chen Changtian, a monk with the same surname as Chen San, forcibly seized the Nine Heavens Spiritual Cultivation Ring and disappeared from the Qianqian Realm.

Combining the two, Chen San's inference after receiving the mysterious gold ring from his father Chen Chong was correct, the ancestor of the Chen family had a monk, and this ancestor also committed something terrible, forcibly seized a powerful family treasure, and finally escaped.

However, what the final result of this ancestor is, Chen San is not easy to judge.

Whether Chen Changtian died of his injuries in the end, or whether he fled from Qian, Chen San had no clue, because Chen San knew from Chen Chong's mouth and genealogy that the Chen family could only be traced back to seven hundred years ago. Even in the past 700 years, it has been recorded intermittently, and there are many deficiencies in it.

Chen Changtian, the ancestor, will hand over the golden ring to the ancestor of mortals for inheritance, which is completely understandable to Chen San.

Because of the special nature of the gold ring, if an ordinary immortal cultivator does not touch the gold ring, he will not be able to sense the special effect of the gold ring at all. Even though the golden ring is so special that it is difficult for people to notice, Chen Changtian is a powerful loose cultivator who is familiar to everyone. Chen Chang was naturally afraid that he would be unable to keep the golden ring, and when the time came, he would be found, and everything he had done before would be in vain, so he would hand over the golden ring to his mortal descendants to inherit.

If you are lucky enough not to die, after a long time, when the limelight passes, you can come back and take the gold ring from future generations, and the road of cultivation will be smoother from now on. This was the idea of Chen Sanzu and Chen Changtian at that time.

Chen San was noncommittal about whether his ancestor's behavior was right or wrong, good or bad in the eyes of others, and Chen San did not want to distinguish whether the ancestor's gold ring was really for the sake of future generations, or whether it was his own selfishness. Chen San only knew that if the ancestor was really killed, if he was within his power, even if the person he was facing was a golden immortal from the sky, he would definitely kill him.

Chen San shook his head slightly, as if he wanted to shake his thoughts out, and then sighed lightly, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the horizon where the red glow was gradually appearing in the distance.

Before returning to Gancheng, Chen San returned to Qingyunmen.

When Chen San came out of Qingyun Gate, it was already noon the next day.

A month later, in the hut of Chen's Mansion, Chen San took out a jade slip with an inky black glow from his forehead, and a soft sigh came out of his mouth.

"This Yin Bone, when he was alive, was either a person with a high status among the demons, or he did something amazing, so he fled to the Qianli Realm ruled by the human race to hide. However, none of these have much to do with me Chen San, and the many powerful techniques recorded in this jade slip are what I Chen San is interested in. It's a pity that these powerful techniques can only be performed by people with unique spiritual roots of the demon race, which is the so-called demon spirit root often called by the demon race. "Good Chinese

After speaking, Chen San sighed again, and placed the jade slip that was rotating in his hand among a pile of items that were all emitting a faint black light.

The things in front of Chen San's body were all items unique to the clan to which the Yin Bone belonged, and they were now placed by Chen San one by one.

There were not many items, a Dan bottle, a jade slip, more than a dozen pitch-black crystals, and one and more than a dozen pitch-black crystals didn't seem to be much different, but the slightly larger spar was put out by Chen San.

After reading the jade slip that records the secret techniques practiced by the Yin Bone, the Dan Bottle doesn't need to look at it anymore, it is full of some demon-specific tonic elixirs, which are completely unsuitable for the Terran monks. The remaining dozen or so pitch-black crystals, which Chen San had also studied carefully before, contained a thick demonic qi inside, and the concentration was similar to that of the medium-grade spirit stones commonly used by the human race, so it should be a treasure with the same effect.

After putting down the jade slip, Chen San's gaze swept over the few items, and when his gaze fell on a pitch-black spar that was on display, a different color flashed in Chen San's eyes, as if he had seen delicious food.

Chen San's right hand reached out and grabbed it straight towards the pitch-black spar. Halfway through, his hand paused, as if hesitating, and then stretched out again, grabbed the pitch-black crystal and brought it to his eyes.

In the induction, a trace of pure earth spiritual power was contained in it, but more of a violent and turbulent spiritual power was contained in the pitch black crystal.

"I don't know what the consequences will be after melting and absorbing the special spiritual objects of the Demon Spiritual Realm that contain the power of the earth......? What about the spiritual power rushing and dying in an explosion?"

Chen San looked at the pitch-black spar in his hand and smiled bitterly in his mouth.

Then Chen San's eyes turned, swept over the inky black jade slips placed on the ground, and immediately the light in his eyes condensed, and a touch of decisiveness appeared.

"Fight!"

Chen San let out a low cry in his mouth, and the five fingers of his right hand holding the pitch black crystal tightened, and he shook the pitch black crystal in his hand, and then a layer of spiritual light was distributed on the surface of the right hand that had already become a fist.

Feeling the pitch-black spar that began to melt in his palm, even though his mind had been decided, Chen San still couldn't help but feel nervous, his breathing began to become rapid, and his chest began to rise and fall violently.

"His uncle, how could it be so painful!!"

Soon after, an almost hoarse cry of pain echoed from the hut, and Chen San fell to the ground, the green tendons on his forehead suddenly appeared, his eyes were round and cracked, and the steel teeth in his mouth were clenched, and his whole body trembled, and he looked extremely painful.

Looking closely, it can be seen that on Chen San's hideous and terrifying face, on the surface of his clenched fists, a trace of black gas as thin as a gossamer is permeating and looming. It seems to be floating in the water, one will float out of Chen San's skin, and the other will sink from Chen San's skin, as if there is something in Chen San's body that does not allow black gas to enter.

The speed at which the black qi loomed was fast, and there were more than a dozen ups and downs in the breath, and Chen San also screamed in pain, and no sound came out, looking at the situation, I am afraid that his face could not move, let alone open his mouth.

He ...... He's ...... Uncle, live ...... Come here...... Finish. ”

I don't know how long it took, Chen San's throat moved, his steel teeth loosened, and an inaudible sigh came out of it.