"That's right, it's here."

Jian Fengyun spoke lightly.

In Nanfeng's surprised gaze, Jian Fengyun actually took out the Qing Emperor Sword and began to dig up the soil on the ground bit by bit.

But in a moment, Jian Fengyun had dug a large pit three meters deep, and a wooden box appeared at the bottom of the pit.

The wooden box is engraved with mysterious patterns. Although it has been worn and worn by time, it still retains the patterns and strongly protects the wooden box.

"Master, what is this?"

Nanfeng watched Jian Fengyun walk out of the pit with the wooden box in his hand, his brows frowned slightly, revealing a hint of doubt.

Jian Fengyun did not answer this time. His eyes fell on the wooden box, and his palm gently swept the soil on it, revealing a box that looked a little dirty and old.

This box was opened.

Jian Fengyun instantly saw that the wooden box was opened. When he buried the wooden box, the seal patterns on the box were similar to that of this one.

The so-called similarities and differences are the surface differences, but the method of opening is the same.

The seal array pattern of this type of preserved item was created by Jian Fengyun in his previous life. In addition to him, only his four disciples and Jian Xueer had this seal array pattern.

After Jian Xueer was reborn, she never mentioned that she had stepped into the depths of the Dharma End of End of Life, and because her cultivation level was not able to step into the depths of the Dharma End of Life End of Life.

Then, the only person who could open this wooden box was his four disciples.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Nan Feng looked at Jian Fengyun with a strange look, and a deep light that had never appeared in his eyes, as if he was recalling something.

"It's okay, it's just that the box has been opened."

Jian Fengyun came back to his senses slightly and spoke slowly.

"Has been driven?"

Nanfeng was shocked and said, "Master, you won't read it wrong, this is deep in the Dharma-Ending Relics. Who can walk here and find this and open the box you left behind."

"Yes, the four senior brothers who opened this box are your four senior brothers. Except for them, no one can open the box and arrange sealing patterns with similarities and differences from the original ones."

Jian Fengyun gently stroked the wooden box and nodded.

"Four senior brothers!"

Nanfeng was shocked and stared at the moment, saying, "Master, you are talking about the four great saints who were famous all over the world back then!"

Back then, the four geniuses came out of the Fengyun Emperor’s Domain, all of whom were disciples of the Fengyun Emperor.

The Holy Lord of Fengxue - Feng Qianqiu, Tiandan Saint Lord of Yao Buchun, the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Soldiers - Chu Feng, the Holy Lord of the Divine Array - Yang Yun, the Four Great Sage Lords, were also the leaders of the four major legions of the Fengyun Emperor Realm at that time. It can be said that the four of them made great contributions to being the number one in Ten Thousand Emperor Realm back then.

"What are the four great saints? Those four little guys know how to be lazy and can't bear any saints. You are much more diligent than them."

Jian Fengyun's mouth moved and he spoke.

"Master is joking, how dare I compare with my senior brothers?" Nan Feng said with a slightly awkward expression.

"What can you compare to? Although you are just my registered disciple, you are also a disciple. You rely on your own control in the future. As long as you think you can, you will not be inferior to anyone."

Jian Fengyun's eyes were determined and said.

"Remember the teachings of your master!"

Seeing Jian Fengyun's true face, Jian Fengyun's mouth moved as if the corner of his mouth and said.

"Get the things, go, wait and see when the ruins of the Divine City will open."

Jian Fengyun's eyes moved and he spoke.

“Yes, Master.”

Nan Feng responded all over. Although he was puzzled by what was in the wooden box in Jian Fengyun's hand, he didn't ask much when he saw that Jian Fengyun had no intention of opening it.

There is a plain in front of the ancient ridge.

Many warriors have gathered on the plains.

As time goes by, each of the forces gathered on the plain, just like the ruins of the gods before.

Although it is like the previous god ruins, it is very different from the god ruins. The quota for the god ruins before has always been firmly controlled by the five god-level forces. Most warriors just want to enter.

Moreover, within the ruins of the gods, the cultivation of warriors will be controlled below the peak of the Spirit Emperor Realm, so many strong people are not willing to go in and take risks at all.

However, the quota of the ruins of the Divine City this time is not limited, and the martial artist's cultivation will not be restricted after entering.

The warriors in the Ten Thousand Realms almost realized that they had some skills, and all the strong men from various major forces also came. They wanted to go to the ruins of the Divine City to see if there was any opportunity and whether they would find the Divine Blood Stone needed by the Temple of Immortality.

At this moment, looking from the void, there were black human heads in front of the Guyue Ridge, like locusts, rushing into the sky.

Jian Fengyun's figure slowly emerged from the corner when the crowd gathered.

Nan Feng stood beside him, looking around without opening his mouth.

At this moment, an old figure emerged in the void, causing warriors from the four god-level forces standing on the ground to approach.

This person exudes the breath of the Great Emperor Realm, standing in front of the sea of ​​people.

"Elder Gao, when will the ruins of the Divine City be opened?"

The ancient tribe of the Divine War, one of the four god-level forces, took the lead in sending the Emperor to come forward to inquire.

"Yes, Elder Gao, our powerful men from the ancient sword pool have been waiting for a long time."

Some people also spoke about the ancient sword pool, one of the god-level forces.

The four god-level forces, the ancient tribe of the God War and the ancient sword pool, spoke, while the strong men from the immortal holy land and the Divine Sword Palace remained silent.

Sure enough, the people from the ancient gods and the ancient sword pool soon understood what a good choice to keep silent.

I saw that this man, who was called Elder Gao, ignored the ancient tribe of the God War and the ancient sword pool at all. It seemed that the god-level power was nothing to him.

The ancient tribe of the God War and the people from the ancient sword pool looked at each other without saying a word.

Seeing this, no one was unhappy.

Even the god-level forces ignored it, so why should these ordinary warriors talk to others?

Although everyone did not talk to the elder Gao of the Immortal Temple, since he was here, it indicates that the ruins of the Divine City were about to open.

Suddenly, the warriors who were about to enter the ruins did not dare to neglect them, and soon all gathered around the elders of the immortal temple.

Sure enough, it took less than a moment.

"Boom~"

As the roar between heaven and earth became louder, the ground around it actually vibrated, and the vibration was slowly becoming stronger, giving people the feeling that the world was about to collapse.

The originally clear weather turned gloomy at this moment, with snowflakes falling faintly.

That's right, it's snowflakes, and the air around them instantly dropped to extreme cold.
Chapter completed!