"The Martial Ancestor is dead?"

Panlong Mountain staged a martial arts field, there was a dead silence, the needle drop could be heard, and everyone was shocked by the caution they heard.

The dignified ancestor of the martial family, a generation of masters, has practiced for thousands of years, the magic power is unfathomable, and the existence of almost immortals has always been the pillar of the Wu family's proud world, but he did not expect that overnight, he was killed and died silently.

This is simply bad news.

A group of cultivators were dumbfounded, only a few of them had a quick turn of mind, secretly guessing that the person who could easily kill Wuda must be an immortal existence who had attained the Tao of Immortals, and only the three major holy sects in the world could have it.

Could it be ...... , everyone's eyes fell on the three little immortal kings and the Feiyun Holy Maiden, revealing puzzled looks. ”

"Hahaha...... died well, Wu Da actually died, it must be my Panlong Sect Master's soul thought to kill, it is really pitiful, there is cause and effect in the underworld, kill this old dog. ”

Ying Wu Wu roared loudly, roared up to the sky, as if crazy, his pale hair danced scattered, his eyes were blood-red, and his old tears were horizontal, turning over and kneeling on the ground, and he kept kowtowing to the main peak of Panlong.

"The ancestors and the ancestors are above, today the martial ancestor is dead, the grievances of tens of thousands of my Panlong disciples can be revealed, the disciples have no regrets in this life, I hope that the sect master and all the brothers in the sky can rest in peace. ”

This......

Many monks are intelligent people, and they guessed the identity of this person in an instant, and glanced at Niu Er in surprise, although the thousand-year-old soul of Panlong Mountain shot out that day and sniped at the ancestor of the martial arts, but at this moment, it seems that this Wushen Sect is indeed the sect re-founded by the disciples of Panlong.

Niu Er was speechless, although he also saw the speculation of Yang Chong and others, but he did not refute it, having such an upright reason was also in line with his purpose, reducing the obstacles of other sects.

Yang Chong hesitated slightly, sighed, and said, "The sect is in a hurry. Yang can return if needed, this battle will be recorded for the time being, and you and I will fight again in the coming day, and Brother Niu will leave. ”

After saying that, he turned around and grabbed Yang Ziyan's arm, stepped into the air, and the sword roared, and suddenly turned into a streamer and shot towards the north, disappearing in an instant.

"Originally, I wanted to learn from Brother Niu for a few more days, but I didn't expect an accident. Luo also took his leave. Feng Jianjue also nodded, and rose into the air at the same time as Luo Qingyang, and left quickly.

"Brother Niu, Feiyun has also gone, help me greet the two seniors in your sect, and come back to bother and say goodbye when I have time. ”

The Flying Cloud Saintess moved, her body was like a floating cloud soaring up to the nine heavens, and a cyan cloud fluttered under her feet. It floated out for hundreds of miles in an instant, and the speed was extremely fast, leaving only the fragrance lingering, and the aftersound lingered in the ears.

Niu Er was slightly stunned. Her eyes shrank suddenly, her heart beat violently, and the meaning of the Feiyun Holy Maiden was obvious, although she had never seen the two puppets. But he felt their breath, which couldn't help but frighten him.

I'm afraid it's still the trouble caused by the three-life flower, this thing is wonderful. Only then did the Feiyun Holy Maiden notice some clues, but it didn't seem to be unusual when she looked at it, and her last sentence didn't know whether it was a threat or ridicule.

Grandma drop, if it is passed out, it will be a real loss, Niu Er thought to himself, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and his eyes fell on Ying Wuwu's body.

"Hehe, senior, I've already accepted the apprentice, shouldn't we go to that secret vault?"

"The old man will naturally not regret what he promised. ”

The old man raised his head proudly, now that his revenge has been avenged, he is extremely happy in his heart, he has no regrets, and he doesn't care about life and death at all, and directly leads Niu Er and Bi Fang to go straight to the back mountain.

It's just that......

In the chaotic mountains, overgrown with weeds, a small waterfall hangs down, and below is a waterhole five or six zhang in size, a little fish swim around, spit out a few bubbles, and they are very dissatisfied with the arrival of Niu Er and others.

"This is where the secret vault is? Old man Ying, you won't deceive this king, will you?"

Niu Er and Bi Fang were dumbfounded, looking at the waterfall pool, the surrounding black mountains and rocks towering, they couldn't see a little quiet and sacred, even if the powerful divine thoughts poured out, they couldn't see the slightest abnormality.

"A thousand years have passed, and this place has become much more desolate, and many brothers and sisters have practiced here in the past. ”

Ying Wuwu's face was wrinkled, his qi and blood were exhausted, he gasped slightly, pointed to the mountain wall behind the waterfall, and said: "1,300 years ago, the old man was only a disciple on duty, so he was ordered to garrison here, and he once saw the sect master open the secret vault with his own eyes. ”

"Behind the stones? ”

Bi Fang opened his mouth and spewed out a flame, falling down on the black stone wall, which was extremely hot, instantly evaporating the water waterfall and turning into billowing white smoke, and the stone wall melted into magma bubbling and flowing, burning more than a foot deep, and still not seeing the slightest gap.

At this time, Niu Er also frowned, back then, the Panlong Sect Master had not yet become an immortal, and it was impossible for his strength to be too powerful, and the prohibition laid down made them undetectable.

"Elder Ying, have you ever remembered how the Panlong Sect Master opened the secret vault, and what is so special about it?"

Ying Wuwu's eyes swelled, and he groaned for a while, and said slowly: "The old man remembers that every time the sect master opened the secret vault, he used to cast a magic seal, and it was like a pattern, mysterious, as long as it was a little in front of the waterfall, a portal would appear in the void, and behind the portal was where my Panlong secret vault was located. ”

Niu Er and Bi Fang glanced at each other, and a strange light flashed in their eyes, the Void Portal, it must be a Cave Heaven magic weapon, but it is inconsistent with the main cultivation of the Panlong Sect, unless it is a relic of the ancestors, or a hidden inheritance place.

And these two things, only the masters of the realm above the immortal can open up, it seems that this Panlong Sect also has a lot of secrets.

Suddenly, Niu Er's heart moved, the ten fingers of his hands flashed again and again, and a string of runes was swirling, drawing a mysterious pattern in mid-air with true qi, and it seemed to be a law seal, it seemed to be right and wrong, but there was a divine light, which looked quite extraordinary.

"This ...... How can you know the Dharma Seal of my Panlong Sect Master?" Ying was stunned, his face changed greatly, and he was surprised.

This kind of law seal is passed down from generation to generation in the sect, and only the sect master or descendants can learn it, but the sect has been extinct for thousands of years, but Niu Er can show it, and it is exactly the same, how can he not be shocked.

"Of course, it was passed on to me by the Panlong Sect Master. ”

Niu Er smiled, a little forward, the pattern suddenly fell into the waterfall, and suddenly the void shook slightly, the waterfall cracked, and a beam of light tore the space, revealing a high-pitched portal.

Ying Wuwu's eyes widened, and he instantly understood what had happened, his body staggered, and he sighed, it must have been two days ago that he summoned the remnant soul of the dragon, summoned the sect master, and before leaving, he passed the sect law seal to Niu Er.

That's a treasure that belongs to me!

The old man wanted to cry without tears, full of remorse, he had worked hard for thousands of years to build a soul altar, and he lost Shouyuan to summon the Shimen Yin Soul, but he was cheaper than an outsider, he was really jealous and hateful, and sighed that his luck was too bad.

But then he sighed again, and felt a little relieved, he will die soon, even if he gets the inheritance, what is the use, it is better to leave it to others, and carry forward the Taoism of Panlong Mountain, which is worthy of the generations of ancestors.

"Haha, this king will see what treasures there are first. ”

Bi Fang's eyes widened, saliva flowed, he couldn't wait, he slipped into the smoke, Niu Er followed, he sighed for a long time, and hurriedly followed in, for fear that the two of them would swallow up the treasure house.

It's just that after entering, the three of them were a little stunned, only to see that in the space in front of them, the land was barren, there was no grass, there were no countless spirit stone elixirs, and there were no magic weapons and ancient books.

In the cave world, there are only dry graves empty, arranged in rows, erecting hundreds of stone monuments, and in the deepest part, there is a thatched house, which is torn apart, as if it will collapse at any time.

"How can this be, is this king dazzled? How did it become a cemetery?"

Bi Fang's small eyes rolled and rubbed vigorously, his face was full of incredulity, it was obviously a treasure house, but it had become a mausoleum, and there was no spiritual object at all.

"The thirty-sixth generation of the sect master of the Panlong Sect, Meng Changkong, with a longevity of seven thousand three hundred, created his own long-hollow rainbow technique, ranking among the middle-grade spells, and he is ashamed of his ancestors. ”

"The twenty-seventh generation elder of the Panlong Sect, Gu Yu, with a longevity of five thousand eight hundred, created the Five Elements Gang Thunder Technique, ranking among the top spells. ”

......

Niu Er's heart suddenly moved, and he turned to the back of the stone tablet, on which a small character was clearly engraved with the various miraculous techniques created by the elders and sect masters, as well as some insights on enlightenment and cultivation.

Walking forward step by step, Niu Er's eyebrows wrinkled more and more, these stone tablets recorded hundreds of spells, but there was no Taoist inheritance, until the deepest part of the first generation of sect masters, the tomb of Panlongzi, behind the stone tablets on it was carved life deeds, and the main practice of the Panlong Sect.

Taiqing ascends to immortal wonders!

Looking carefully, Niu Er was slightly stunned, this is the practice of Panlongzi, this skill is mainly based on gentle cultivation, and there is nothing surprising, only for breaking through the realm is much easier than ordinary exercises, and it is actually a complete set of Taoist techniques that can cultivate the realm of Dao immortals.

It's just that the inheritance is also quite weird, only the inheritance of the Dao, but there is no corresponding supernatural power, it is difficult to exert strong combat power, and the following record is the beginning and end of the creation of the Panlongzi.

It turned out that Pan Longzi was an abandoned son of a family, due to his congenital inferior physical qualifications, he was exiled from the clan, but when he wandered, he inadvertently broke into the cave world here, found a legacy left by an ancient power, and was determined to cultivate asceticly, and finally opened a sect after the Mahayana realm, calling himself Pan Longzi.

Niu Er nodded, I am afraid that in addition to the Taiqing Ascension Immortal Miaolu, there should also be the technique of returning to the sect of ten thousand laws, the two complement each other, and they are both the inheritance left by the ancient power, and the disciples of Panlong in the past generations have created their own miraculous skills to develop the sect to the peak of strength. (To be continued......)