After a long while, everyone came back to their senses from the shock of Shicai, and their eyes fell on the girl in white, which was complicated and difficult to understand.

In front of the Shushan Changmen Residence, Nie Mufeng Daoist slowly straightened his body, his face was cloudy, and he couldn't see what he was thinking in his heart.

Except for Yan Jingchen, the other first patriarchs seemed to have such expressions, maybe people who have reached their realm, anyone who sees such a genius will be difficult to calm down - Huang Bingli only took less than twenty years of cultivation time to reach their height, and with her such a brilliant surprise, she stepped into the "Three Qing Dao Realm" that countless people have been asking for It seems that it is only a matter of time, but in the immortal cultivation world, how many strong people in the human period, including them, have practiced all their lives, and all they have done is to go further and become the legendary Immortal of the Tribulation!

In the present world, the Tao is prosperous, everyone yearns for the road of eternal life, dreams of transcending reincarnation, although the longevity of the immortal cultivator Yang Shou is extended with the profundity of the cultivation of the Tao, but after all, there is a moment when the tree will be done, all living beings are crowded, bustling, thousands of years, countless practitioners have entered the avenue of the Yang God, but how many of them have fallen on the step that is infinitely close to the heavens, and they are depressed and cannot be liberated?

Huang Bingli fell to the ground, the primordial divine sword was lightly sheathed, held in his hand, and in an instant, ten thousand divine lights were faint, Xiao Xiao in the wind and rain, she took a step forward with a slight gasp, and stood quietly behind Master Cangyue, her expression was calm, and she turned a blind eye to everyone's amazing gaze, as if she had long been accustomed to the attention of all people.

Nie Mufeng Daoist was silent for a while, glanced at everyone coldly, and fell on the young man who seemed to be still immersed in the magnificent spectacle of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect", and said lightly: "Next, please try the first person, forget the dust peak Lin Chen to incense the ancestors of the past dynasties!"

Although his voice was soft, it was clearly audible in the wind and rain, and he had a majesty that was not angry and self-threatening.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on this famous Forgotten Dust Peak disciple, Lin Chen suddenly came back to his senses, looked up, and saw that the head of the Burning Yan Peak looked at him coldly, with a hint of disgust, he froze for a moment, and actually subconsciously frowned, silent.

This subtle action did not escape everyone's attention, for a while, there was a sensation all around, all of them were stunned, and Nie Mufeng Daoren's face was as cold as water, whether Lin Chen was intentional or unintentional, but for so many years, it seemed that this was the first time that a disciple dared to openly challenge his majesty.

Although Ming Xiaoqian was secretly annoyed about Lin Chen's "borrowing a sword", seeing such a scene, she hurriedly pulled Lin Chen's sleeve and motioned him to step forward.

Yan Ruoxue's face also changed slightly, she looked around, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, the ancestor worship ceremony, don't mess around." ”

Lin Chen took a deep breath, looked away, glanced at Yan Jingchen with an indifferent face, walked out of the crowd, looked directly at Nie Mufeng, and said in a deep voice: "The disciple is here." ”

Nie Mufeng frowned, looking at this young man with a calm face, for some reason, he suddenly remembered Yan Jingchen's sentence a few days ago, "If you are not convinced, I will insert the Forgotten Dust Sword into the top of your Burning Yan Peak", and his heart was even more secretly angry, this Forgetting Dust vein, it seems that they are all people who have no respect for their elders, but so many people are watching, and it is really not good to have a seizure in such a major matter as the ancestor worship ceremony, he snorted coldly, raised his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the three-pillar finger thick incense flew straight and slowly towards Lin Chen.

The incense of the ancestors of this Shu Mountain, are refined by special techniques, the water does not invade, the rain does not diffuse, the fire is difficult to burn, it must go through the real fire to ignite, it can be burned for ten years, this real fire is cultivated to a very high and profound realm, in order to be able to sacrifice the five elements of the essence fire, although it is not as powerful as the alchemist Samadhi true fire, but it is by no means an ordinary person can call out, in the six veins of Shu Mountain, the disciples of the burning Yan Peak are mostly people who are the root of the fire spirit, and there are countless people who major in the most powerful fire spirit spells in the five spirit spells, Nie Mufeng is the first seat of the fire of the burning Yan Peak, and his spell on the fire is even more to the point of perfection, generally speaking, the incense of the ancestors will be lit by his hands, and then let the disciples enter the ancestral hall to burn incense and worship the ancestors, at this moment, Nie Mufeng Daoist obviously intended to make things difficult for Lin Chen, and asked him to ask him to light the incense candles.

Master Cangyue frowned slightly, glanced at Yan Jingchen, who was silent beside him, with some concern, and sighed secretly, others may not know, but she witnessed that the teacher was forced to retreat by this man's sword, and she died of enlightenment, but she knew very well that once this man became angry, I was afraid that this solemn ancestor worship ceremony would be ruined, she took a deep look at the ancestral hall, I don't know what the old man is doing now?

It seems that every time there is a ceremony to worship ancestors, Xuan Xiaozi Zhenren will enter the ancestral hall without saying a word, and every time he comes out, he will be silent for a while, although they have doubts in their hearts, no one dares to ask.

Ling Feng Dao people who left Ge Feng and Shangguan Xi Dao people who were away from Shen Shen Peak looked at the young man who was silent in the wind and rain with an interested look on their faces, and it seemed that they were more surprised by Yan Jingchen's heir.

As for Ning Shiyuan, his face was as usual, with a faint smile on his lips as always, and he didn't seem to care about what was in front of him.

I don't know when the atmosphere started, it seemed a little depressing, in the wind and rain, the figure of the young man seemed a little lonely, between heaven and earth, as if he was the only one left, standing stubbornly.

However, the development of things was somewhat unexpected by everyone, and they didn't hear the imaginary whispered request, everyone was stunned, only to see Lin Chen smiled faintly, seemed to have a trace of disdain, and gently took Lixiang flying in mid-air, and didn't see him make much movement, just so casually, three points of ghostly light, actually rose slowly in the bleak wind and bitter rain, and the flying light smoke dispersed with the wind.

"The disciple went first to burn incense and worship his ancestors. ”

Lin Chen clasped his hands together on Lixiang, a slight smile drifted from the wind, and his expression passed by the first seat of the Burning Yan Peak indifferently, when he passed by the woman in white, he inadvertently looked up, Huang Bingli was looking at him, his eyes were like water, in the wind and rain, on the jade face that bullied the frost and snow, he gently glanced at his head, although his expression was cold, but there seemed to be a trace of indescribable tenderness.

The young man paused slightly, and then walked into the ancestral hall.

All the disciples were dumbfounded, Master Cangyue, Ling Feng Daoren, Shangguan Xi Daoren and others all flashed a trace of surprise in their eyes, it was Ning Yuanshi, who was a master outside the world, and his face couldn't help but show a smile of appreciation, he glanced sideways at Yan Jingchen, as if he wanted to see something from the face of this indifferent junior disciple, but in the end he shook his head with a smile and looked away.

Seeing the young man walk into the ancestral hall in a dashing manner, Nie Mufeng's face sank.

"It's time to worship the ancestors, everyone, disperse. ”

Just when everyone looked at each other, for a long time, the first Dao Master of Burning Yan Peak, who had always been majestic, finally said coldly and walked away.

......

In the ancestral hall.

Walking into this ancient hall, looking up, Lin Chen found that this place was much simpler than he imagined, the old candlesticks, faded incense burners, and the eaves that had been through the vicissitudes of life, there were tower incense sticks that had been smoked upside down for many years, and the wind and rain outside, the sky was vast, and the rustling sound seemed to come from afar, becoming desolate and distant, echoing in this dim and deep temple, occasionally the shadow of the green lantern and candle swayed and swayed, as if people's hearts couldn't help but sway.

In the middle of the ancestral hall, in the center of the ancestral hall, a dilapidated statue that was vaguely visible sat alone in the darkness, but this ancient statue holding a giant sword and pointing three fingers to the sky, although it has experienced endless vicissitudes of life, is still like an ancient god high above, with that pair of faded pupils, coldly ignoring the vast world, and the people are alive.

Under the statue of the gods, there is a spiritual platform, on which are enshrined the spiritual positions of countless ancestors of Shushan, green lanterns and incense candles, bright and uncertain, and the faces of the people who shine are also gloomy and uncertain.

Columns of spiritual positions, arranged from top to bottom, stand there alone, witnessing the rise and fall of the ages, endless vicissitudes.

For a while, standing at the end of the gate, looking inside, the young man felt a burst of awe-inspiring in his heart, and there was a dreamlike feeling of being separated from the world-

The world is long, the white clouds and the dogs, there are yellow springs on the green and the underworld, floating like a dream, the time in the world comes quietly, quietly goes, dazed and does not know what to do, the vicissitudes of life, the descendants look at it, it seems that it is only between the palms.

But at this moment of distraction, in this ancient ancestral hall, it seems that the endless years of three lives and seven generations have been frozen.

Some people say that mortal years, a hundred years in a hurry, old people come and go, a pinch of loess, a few tears, there is no trace, and the cultivation of immortals, there is no sun and moon, thousands of years and thousands of years in the blink of an eye.

But in this world's life, who can say clearly?

After a long time, the boy came back to his senses, took heavy steps, and walked inside.

The standing incense in his hand, the rising green smoke fluttering, every step closer, the surrounding world, the sound of wind and rain in all directions, at this moment, suddenly became so far away.

Finally in front of the spiritual platform, the young man suddenly stopped and was stunned.

Next to the statue, in front of the end of the altar, an old man in plain clothes stood there silently, with his back to him, and it seemed that the back that should be majestic and dazzling had a trace of sadness at this moment.

Lin Chen was silent for a moment, slowly approached the Mingding furnace placed in front of the spiritual platform, respectfully inserted the three-pillar standing incense in his hand, folded his hands, bowed three times, and silently recited the scriptures of "Lingbao Immeasurable Human Superior Grade Sutra", Fang took a step back and looked upward-

Under the statue of the gods, the spiritual position of the ancestors of Shushan dynasties, majestic towering in front of him, solemn and solemn, people stand in front of them, intuition a high mountain will be tilting momentum, rushing to the face, making people have the urge to worship in the bottom of their hearts.

It's just that the young man is motionless and silent, just staring at this important place that makes people's hearts turbulent, and the desolate back of the towering mountain.