Bulao Mountain, stepping on the immortal ladder, Lin Fan stood on the stone steps of the foundation building realm, holding the sword on his waist "Falling Moon", the whole person was in a trance, and it was dark in front of him.

The scorching sun shone on his body, leaving a short figure on the stone steps, but the divine consciousness in his sea of consciousness was sucked into the sword by the "Falling Moon" sword.

The previous earth-shattering sword shocked Lin Fan, and now he was sucked into the sword by this sword, which made Lin Fan extremely surprised.

This sword was weird, but Lin Fan could feel the kindness emanating from the sword, which made his uneasy mood somewhat calm.

When he looked up, it was pitch black in front of him, and he seemed to appear in a dark wilderness.

There was no sound here, just silence like after death.

A fine light flashed in Lin Fan's eyes, and he could only faintly see a few zhang, a curved path was at his feet, and there seemed to be a void outside the path.

Lin Fan walked along the path under his feet, after all, this sword was a relic left to him by his father, and there must be some deep meaning for this sword to attract his divine sense into the body of the sword.

Going all the way, Lin Fan couldn't feel the change in time, until he felt that his consciousness was a little tired, and he found that the nothingness in all directions had disappeared, and he appeared in a barren valley.

The valley is not large, it is covered by wild grass, and only a light flashes on the top of the mountain, illuminating the valley.

Lin Fan paused at his feet, looking at the white lights on the top of the mountain, he hesitated.

But in the dark, it seems that there is a flesh-and-blood summoning on the top of the mountain, and he must go.

Lin Fan was originally decisive in a killing, and the slightest cautious hesitation in his heart was immediately cut off by him.

Following the knee-high winding path of barren grass, he soon came to the top of the brightly lit mountain.

In front of my eyes, there were a hundred and ten broken graves, and in front of each grave, there was a bright lamp on the tall tombstone.

This made Lin Fan, who was not surprised, also secretly surprised, could it be that there was a tomb in the Falling Moon Sword.

Some of the tall tombstones are broken, while others are still faintly visible.

Obviously, these mounds are not the product of an age, but the only thing they have in common is a long lamp that never goes out above the tombstone.

With the help of the white lights, Lin Fan came to a grave in front of him, the tombstone of this tomb had long been broken, and even the high raised tomb had collapsed a little, and the blood-red coffin could be seen faintly.

Slide your hand over the vicissitudes of the tombstone, this monument is nameless, only one forest character still remains on the inscription.

A nameless grief and indignation passed on the tombstone, like a swordsman screaming silently.

Lin Fan walked through the graves one by one, and there was only one Lin character on each tombstone, and what was even more the same was the grief and loneliness conveyed on the tombstone.

What kind of place is this, why are there so many graves, and why there is only one Lin character on none of the tombstones? This made Lin Fan puzzled.

When he came to the last tomb, his blood was boiling, and the tomb was completely new in his eyes, and it looked like it was no more than ten years old.

For some reason, when he stood in front of this tomb, tears from his eyes unconsciously dripped out, and his knees fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The boiling blood told himself that this same grave was where his father belonged.

Lin Fan, who had always been tenacious, actually howled and cried at this time, and tears dripped down his cheeks on the brand-new tombstone.

He pressed his head against the tombstone, pouring out his thoughts over the years, and he was like a chatter at this time, constantly venting the resentment in his heart.

I don't know how long time has passed, Lin Fan has not stopped, and even Ji Wuwu, who is hidden in his heart, has been told by him without reservation.

It's just that when he talked about his hardships over the years, Lin Fan was a little more resentful.

The mountaintop, which had always been a dead silence, was broken by Lin Fan, and in his constant crying, the white lights would flicker from time to time, as if an elder would have a trace of kindness when he looked at his junior disciples.

"Father, I have been humiliated all these years, but I have not disappointed you, and now I am the senior brother of this generation of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect."

One hundred and ten lights lit up in Lin Fan's words at this time, as if he was relieved to see his juniors so outstanding.

"It's a pity that now I'm very poor, and I don't even have a shirt I want to make, which makes the disciples in the door criticize a lot, saying that father, you are a picker, and you have never left even a trace of benefit to your only son."

Originally, Lin Fan was venting the resentment in his heart at this time, but he never thought that the lights would be like elders with red cheeks at this time.

Lin Fan, who was leaning him on the tombstone, suddenly heard a sound of wind in his ears, and a long robe woven with 10,000-year-old silk fell aside.

Lin Fan's mouth opened slightly, his cheeks were stunned, he brushed the robe beside him with his hand, and a cold breath came through his fingers, this was actually a robe woven with ice silk, looking at its appearance, it was countless stronger than the hundred battle robes he had used.

Lin Fan hurriedly raised his eyes and looked around, only the lights looked at him like a kind face.

Carefully slamming the robe in his arms, Lin Fan respectfully saluted the lights, and then he sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the mounds in his eyes and foaming at the corners of his mouth, and complained more diligently.

"Father, now there are blood-colored stars flying towards Sirius, presumably there are powerful enemies invading from time to time, and now your son and I have a low cultivation, and even the demon clan is full of hostility towards me, I don't know if I will have a fall crisis, that ......."

Before Lin Fan's words fell, a silver talisman appeared in his eyes, the talisman was the size of a palm, and the silver light flashed on it, which was clearly a "Void Breaking Talisman" that could span hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant.

Lin Fan carefully took this talisman into his arms with a fingertip, and his eyes rolled wildly.

He said in his heart: "Could it be that in these graves, all the ancestors of my Lin Fan are buried, and their heroic spirits are still known?"

At this time, Lin Fan was overjoyed in his heart, and said bitterly: "Father, now my cultivation has fallen into a bottleneck, but unfortunately now my vitality is thin, and I can't break through, otherwise I will be able to grasp the current crisis."

As he spoke, Lin Fan was moist, and it seemed that he was about to drip tears of sadness.

"Dang" sounded softly, and three cyan spirit stones appeared beside Lin Fan, this spirit stone was crystal clear, and there was a fluttering feeling in the palm of his hand.

The best wind spirit stone, Lin Fan's eyeballs almost bulge out of the eye sockets, this kind of spirit stone is almost extinct now, only a few existed in the era of 10,000 years ago.

Forcibly swallowing the saliva in his mouth, Lin Fan continued to cry, and when he was excited, he actually hit the tombstone in front of him with his head.

It's a pity that even though Lin Fan's mouth is dry, the silent mountaintop has not reacted at all.

This made Lin Fan feel angry in his heart.

Since you are here, how can you squeeze more benefits, these ancestors seem to be very rich, and now even if they are lying in the coffin, they must be blessed by the descendants.

It's just that I've used it for my own reasons, and it seems that I can only make a trick.

Thinking of it, Lin Fan got up and bowed more respectfully, and said:

"Father, I know a girl named Ji Wuwu, I made an appointment to climb the top of the mountain of immortality, marry her into the door, and continue the incense for my Lin family, but unfortunately now I am penniless, and I can't even take out a decent love gift, ancestors, now I Lin Fan is the only seedling of the entire Lin family, is it possible, you all hope that after me, my Lin family will cut off the incense from now on?"

Lin Fan's words were sonorous and powerful, and he seemed to be worried about the Lin family's incense.

The lights on the tombstones suddenly rose, and the top of this dead and silent mountain shone brightly.

An embarrassed cough suddenly came from the grave in front of Lin Fan.

In Lin Fan's horrified gaze, a pale palm broke through the ground and hit Lin Fan's head fiercely.

An angry voice rang in his ears.

"Your father and I are not dead yet, you just want the Lin family to be the queen, do you have a trace of filial piety?"