Lu Yu, the ancestor of Qianfa Sect.

Chen Ping gently wiped the tablet with his sleeve robe, his eyes extremely calm.

More than a thousand years passed by, and he no longer cared about this name or his past life experiences.

However, the expressions of the two Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Qianfa Holy Sect changed drastically. While staring at the tablet, there was a hint of panic.

About 1,200 years ago, in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains, a suspected almighty manor was born.

Back then, Chang Zhuming and Jiao Qian, the two veteran Jindans in front of them, plus Tianlinggen's rising star Xia Yuanshi, and a fake Dan who acted as a pathfinder went in to hunt for treasures.

Half a month later, the three golden elixirs returned safely.

Only one of the weakest companions is missing.

It is the deceased person on the tablet, Lu Yu, the fake elixir monk of Qianfa Sect.

"What is the relationship between this unfamiliar senior and him?"

Chang Zhu Ming, Jiao Gan was anxious and uneasy, and he was full of speculations.

The two of them were actually sweating profusely even though they were in the Nascent Soul realm.

Although this purple-robed man did not deliberately release pressure.

But the vague and increasingly clear sense of oppression frightened and frightened the two of them.

It must be the God of Transformation!

"Lu Yu is one of the ancestors of the sect. May I ask, what is the connection between senior and him?"

Chang Zhuming forced himself to remain calm and asked respectfully.

"Ancestor? An ancestor who was named after his death?"

Chen Ping smiled brightly, his eyes stilled, and fell on Chang Zhuming's face.

This uncle is good at dancing, while the other one is much more taciturn.

During the Qianfa Sect period, he preferred to get along with Chang Zhuming.

After listening, Chang Zhuming and Jiao Qian had an ominous premonition in their hearts.

This human spirit master obviously came here for Lu Yu.

But the cause and effect are completely illogical.

You know, fake Dan Luyu was just a boy from a fishing village before he was recruited into the sect.

How is it possible to have even the slightest connection with the cultivator of the Transformation of Gods?

"Lu Yu has made countless contributions in his life, and we will make an exception to put him in the same ancestral hall as the sect's golden elixirs of all generations."

Chang Zhuming said in a trembling voice.

"Fake Alchemy monk has no hope of success. He is nothing but cannon fodder in the eyes of the two of you. He is responsible for killing people and exterminating the sect. Isn't that a great achievement?"

Chen Ping said word by word and indifferently:

"According to the third sect rule of your sect, if you wantonly kill a fellow sect member because of hatred and resentment, what is the crime?"

As soon as the sound fell and dried up, Chang Zhuming couldn't help but look at each other, and their bodies were shaken violently.

Jiao Gan's right hand hidden in his sleeve robe moved slightly.

"Crack!"

However, before Chen Ping could even fly out of the door, a faint purple stream of light was caught in his hand.

Seeing this, the faces of the two Nascent Souls turned ashen.

If the person who comes here is not good, opening all the formations of the sect may be able to compete with the transformation of the gods.

But as the formation flag was intercepted halfway, the last glimmer of hope was lost.

"The Beichuan Realm giant Haohuang who was encircling Ziwei Xingzong fled in my hands, so I advise you two to cooperate obediently and not to get involved too much."

"The Qianfa Holy Sect has been prospering for thousands of years, and the number of monks and mortals who are related to each other is almost the same, if not tens of millions."

There was a hint of threat in Chen Ping's tone, and he pressed his fingers together to crush the formation flag.

He didn't know how many Yuanying monks he had killed before he transformed into a god, let alone now.

One thought is life, the other thought is death, or life is worse than death.

…

"The giant spirit Hao Huang in the middle of the sixth level!"

Chang Zhuming screamed, his parched face became even paler and lifeless.

Qianfa Shengzong has learned the news.

A god-forming great sword cultivator repels Emperor Hao and saves the Ziwei Star Sect.

Doesn't that mean that the man in front of him is much more powerful than the sect's backer, Beidou Spirit Master?

What's more, Senior Beidou has already left the Great Change Realm.

"Who is Lu Yu, senior?"

Jiao Gan, who had not said a word, let out a sigh. His short sentence seemed to consume all his strength.

"I?"

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows and pointed his fingers towards the second floor of the ancestral hall.

The next moment, a gray-white painting floated down and slowly unfolded.

Densely packed portraits of monks.

On the high-rise jade platform, people exchange cups and cups, as if they are attending a grand celebration.

This is a painting that records fragments of the past events of Qianfa Sect.

Chang Zhuming's expression changed, this was painted by his own hands.

Back then, several masters from the Qianfa Sect were invited to participate in the Nascent Soul Celebration of a large sect three hundred thousand miles away.

After several people presented their congratulatory gifts, they were arranged in a corner.

Many years have passed, and the strength of Qianfa Sect has far surpassed that sect.

He often expressed his feelings and drew this picture with pride, urging the younger generation to move forward.

The picture itself doesn't make much sense.

But what shocked him was that in the celebration painting, there was also an old man who didn't want to remember!

"Yuan Qing has been dead for a long time, and I killed him."

Chen Ping pointed at the unsmiling old man at the top of the scroll and said with emotion:

"Most of the monks who participated in the True Lord's Ceremony that year have already passed away in reincarnation."

After speaking, in the panic of the two Nascent Souls, Chen Ping's figure turned into bubbles with a "bang".

Then, bits and pieces of light blend into the painting.

A moment later, a tiny beam of dark light suddenly lit up at the bottom of the scroll.

In the darkness of heads, a figure squatting half-crouched in front of a table burst into life and immediately came to life.

"Two uncles, long time no see."

The figure turned his face sideways, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

"You...are you Lu Yu?"

"Impossible... This is simply impossible. He blew himself up and his body has already been shattered..."

Jiao Qian, Chang Zhuming looked dumbfounded, and felt extremely frightened in his heart.

Even if Lu Yu escaped a trace of his soul and survived the rumored robbery,

She Lei Jie.

But in just over a thousand years of reincarnation practice, how could one suddenly become a deity?

"My Spiritual Master Ceremony hasn't been held yet, but unfortunately you two probably won't be able to come."

The person in the painting takes a sip of wine and blows.

A trace of spiritual fire overflowed, burning the scroll into ashes.

…

Chen Ping's figure reappeared, his soul moved, and the two Nascent Souls were immediately unable to move.

"Can you two please get some sleep?"

As he spoke calmly, Chen Ping spread his palms and held down Chang Zhuming's parched head.

The souls were several times different, so it was easy for him to perform the soul-searching technique.
To be continued...