"Where is this?" Jun Ci, who was teleported out of the secret room, looked at the dense fog in front of him, feeling a little uneasy. "God forbid, don't teleport me out of Wangwu Mountain. ”

After taking a few steps forward, a stone tablet gradually appeared in front of Junci. The dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the stele are carved with the three big characters of "Seeking Dao Cliff", which is obviously the same hand as the eight big characters in the secret room, but fortunately, this stone carving did not give Junci a spiritual baptism.

Under the big characters, there is a line of official books with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, which reads: "The way of heaven is obtained by putting it to death." Left row Lie Liu. Jun Ci looked at the message in front of him, and finally made sure that he had passed the secret room test, and the heart that mentioned his throat and eyes was finally put back in his stomach.

"In fact, the secrets of the Heavenly Organs, this Zuo senior has already passed on to future generations through the consciousness he left behind. Only with the determination to see death as if it were home can we find the way. The blind pursuit of vitality has some fetters in the heart, and in the end can only be annihilated on the road of seeking the Tao. Seeing the way of heaven and the words of death, Junci was very glad that he had a last flash of inspiration.

As if the burden of a thousand catties on his body was lifted at once, Junci walked briskly around the stone monument and continued to walk forward. As soon as he took six or seven steps, Junci suddenly stopped with a sudden brake, his face full of astonishment.

In front of Junci, there are thousands of tombstones lined up neatly, and it is obvious that this is a huge cemetery. Junci hesitated, not knowing whether to move forward or not. After all, a discerning person knows at a glance that this is the place where the ancestors of the Broken Void Sect have sitting, and it seems a little inappropriate to enter it rashly. But looking at the countless graves, the curiosity in Junci's heart was ignited.

"Those who don't know are not guilty, and there is always a reason for teleporting me here, right? Finding himself a bad reason, Jun Ci walked to the cemetery with peace of mind.

Coming to the nearest tombstone, a stone tombstone made of black steel stone is carved with a neat line of small li.

"The third generation of patriarchs, the tomb of Long Qianyang, was cultivated in the later stage of Rongshen. The talent is supernatural and the gold system is broken, the mountains are cracked, and the stones are indestructible. Thousands of famous demons have died under his sword. The second war between the gods and demons was besieged and killed by the four demon marshals, and the ancestor blew himself up and died with the enemy. ”

Jun Ci slowly walked to another tombstone, on which was written, "The third generation of patriarchs, the tomb of Wang Ning." Cultivating in the later stage of the gods. Gifted with supernatural water system tides, turning rivers and seas, the best at group attack. Lead the water of the East China Sea to destroy millions of demon armies and annihilate countless demons. The second war between the gods and demons was attacked and killed by the Demon Venerable. ”

Then there was another tombstone, "The thirteenth generation of patriarchs, the tomb of Chu Yun." Cultivating in the later stage of the gods. The talent is supernatural and the purple qi comes from the east, and no one is invincible. He is the best at using a sword, and the first time he broke Jiuhua Mountain, he created a boundless killing robbery. The second sword slashed the ancient demon beast Candle Dragon, which shocked the world. The third sword broke the Aoi Water God Thunder Tribulation, and the Sixfold Heavenly Tribulation Sun True Gang Tribulation. ”

"The twenty-third generation of patriarchs, the late stage of the fusion of gods. Fall and Golden Storm Tribulation. ”

"The thirty-seventh generation of patriarchs, the late stage of the fusion of gods. Fall and Nanming away from the fire catastrophe. ”

"The forty-fourth generation of patriarchs, the late stage of the fusion of gods. Zhongfu and the Heavenly Demon Domain, self-detonated and died. ”

"The ninety-first generation of patriarchs, in the middle stage of the fusion of gods. In order to prevent the common people from suffering catastrophe, the fall and the black tide. ”

"The ninety-second generation of patriarchs, the late Yuan infant. In order to prevent the common people from suffering catastrophe, the fall and the black tide. ”

Junci silently walked between the inscriptions, looking at the words on the stone tablets, as if the process of the rise and fall of the great supernatural beings emerged in front of him. Unconsciously, Jun Ci returned to the stone monument of the Seeking Dao Cliff, just in time to see the Qingfeng people who had been waiting for a long time.

"Since the patriarch Zuo Xinglie left the Seeking Dao Cliff to break through the sky and ascend, the ancestors of the past generations have regarded this as their own place to sit, and all the ancestors who have not survived the heavenly tribulation and ascended and those who have made outstanding contributions to the Broken Void Sect are proud to bury their bones here. Some of the bones of our ancestors are not yet alive, and we can only erect an empty tomb to mourn. Qingfeng looked in the direction of the cemetery, and a trace of unspeakable pain flashed in his eyes.

"Junci, you have successfully passed the immortal path, and I will officially accept you as a disciple when the mountain is opened next month to worship the ancestors. Qingfeng seemed to be avoiding something, and after speaking, he drove a streamer and left the Seeking Cliff, and Zhou Haoyun and the others on the side glanced at Junci with a little meaning, and followed Qingfeng with a heavy face.

Yang Xian looked in the direction of his master's departure, turned his head to Jun Ci and smiled bitterly, "Let's go, junior brother." This is the eternal pain in their hearts, and it is also the eternal pain in the Broken Void Sect. Everyone lying here used to be a person who had stepped on the cultivation realm, and the heavens and the earth had to tremble. Their fall is an immeasurable loss to the Broken Void Sect. ”

Jun Ci's eyes flickered as he stared at the position of the stone stele, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart, "Senior brother, you go first, and I will come later." ”

Yang Xian glanced at Junci in some surprise, nodded and turned around and walked down the mountain.

Looking at the three big words of 'Seeking Dao Cliff' in front of him, Junci was a little distracted, and his mind was full of the figures of those great supernatural powers who turned over the river and the sea, picked up the stars and the moon.

"Are you still pursuing your own way even when you die?" said Jun Ci, as if asking questions about the stone tablet, as if muttering to himself.

After a long time, Junci's confused eyes regathered the dazzling brilliance, his hands clenched into fists, and he bowed down to the stone tablet in front of him.

"This worship, I respect you for your amazing powers. ”

"This worship, I respect you Ze was born. ”

"Last bow, I respect your heart to seek the Tao, life and death are not hindered. ”

One last glance at the Quest Cliff, Jun Ci turned and walked down the mountain.

"One day, I will also find my own way, an earth-shattering, unforgettable way. On the empty cliff, Junci's firm and confident voice echoed.

Junci, who walked down the cliff of seeking the Dao, saw Yang Xian waiting quietly on the side, was slightly stunned, and was embarrassed to step forward quickly and said, "Senior brother, I've kept you waiting for a long time." Where are we going now?"

Yang Xian looked at Jun Ci, who was full of energy, and smiled kindly: "Let's go, I'll take you to the residence first." That's where you will rest and settle in the Broken Void Sect in the future. ”

After speaking, Yang Xian took out a one-meter-long ancient sword from behind his back and threw it into the air, skillfully playing a trick, and the long sword was steadily suspended in mid-air.

Yang Xian jumped on the flying sword with a cushion on his toes: "Senior brother, come up." ”

Hearing this, Junci tapped the ground and landed cleanly on the sword.

The flying sword slowly rose, about ten meters above the ground, and began to fly towards the mountains in the distance.

Jun Ci looked at the mountains, rivers and shady green trees at his feet, and was amazed.

"Senior brother, what's the name of your flying sword? ”

"I'm not usually good at Edgeworth, this flying sword is called Morning Shadow, and it was a gift from Uncle Zhou to build my foundation. Now it's to familiarize you with the environment of the Broken Void Sect, so I deliberately lowered my flight speed. ”

"I see. The two of them laughed on the flying sword, and unconsciously came to a courtyard made of blue tile glass. Yang Xian slowly lowered the flying sword to a position that was only a few meters above the ground, and He Junci calmly jumped down.

"Collect!" Yang Xian put his fingers together and pointed at the flying sword. Morning Shadow was like an obedient child, obediently inserted into the scabbard behind Yang Xian's back.

"This green forest pavilion will be yours in the future, junior brother, are you still satisfied?" Yang Xian pointed to the green courtyard in front of him and introduced to Junci.

"It's good. Jun Ci smiled as he looked at the green bamboo forest and lush flowers and plants in the yard.

"Alright, junior brother. Rest well, I'll call you again at dinner, don't run around. Yang Xian kindly reminded.

Jun Ci nodded, and wanted to say something, but Yang Xian had already teleported out at the end of the world.

Junci looked at the location where Yang Xian disappeared speechlessly, and turned around and walked into the green forest pavilion. Pushing open the wooden door, looking at the simple and clean living room, I breathed a sigh of relief. It can be seen that this cottage is often cleaned, otherwise the cabin would not be spotless.

Junci walked to the bed, and lay on his back on the soft cotton wool in a flat sand and goose style, and let out a comfortable moan.