In the second floor of the Huanzhen Tower, Xuan Ming is sitting cross-legged on the ground and practicing hard. A layer of rich and holy light and holy power envelopes him, and the laws of holy war surround him. He is working hard towards the holy war against the heavenly master.
The realm of the Divine Soul Tree has advanced.
Because many Holy War Masters at the peak of the Light God King in the Temple of Light are threatened by an extremely powerful demon, therefore, if Xuan Ming cannot break through in strength, he will not dare to leave here at all, and he will not dare to go to the outside world at all.
If you go, your freedom will be restricted throughout your life
Therefore, only by breaking through, successfully condensing the Divine Soul Tree, and becoming the equivalent of a Beginning Realm existence among warriors, can he regain his freedom.
"Xuan Ming!"
At this moment, Jian Chen's illusory body formed by a ray of spiritual consciousness appeared silently in front of Xuan Ming. At this time, he had to temporarily interrupt Xuan Ming's practice and gave a gentle call to let Xuan Ming stop practicing.
woke up.
"Brother Jian Chen, haha, I haven't seen you for a long time. By the way, how is the situation in the outside world recently? Have you escaped from the pursuit of King Qingyao? Have you gone to Huangzhou?" Xuan Ming finished his training and spoke.
He asked several questions, especially when he mentioned Huangzhou, there was undisguised expectation in his eyes.
"I'm already in Huangzhou." Jian Chen said.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Ming's spirit suddenly perked up, and he said excitedly: "Is it true? You are already in Huangzhou? Great, this is really great. By the way, brother Jian Chen, you are in Huangzhou now.
Where in the state, can... can..." Xuan Ming hesitated before speaking, showing hesitation.
Jian Chen smiled slightly and said: "Xuan Ming, if you have anything to say, just say it directly."
Xuan Ming hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, clasped his fists at Jian Chen and said, "Brother Jian Chen, I wonder if you can go to the Temple of Light to report that my father is safe and let my father know that I am still alive. After all, I
I have been away from Huangzhou for too long. During these years, in order to prevent the big devil from inferring anything, I have completely cut off all contact with my father. Now, I don’t know if my father is well."
"Of course you can, but your father is one of the eight deputy hall masters of the Guangming Temple. He is very high up. If I want to meet him, I'm afraid it won't be that easy." Jian Chen agreed without hesitation. Xuan Ming's move was unfair.
Does it suit him?
"This is simple!" Xuan Ming bit his finger, took out a drop of blood and put it into a jade bottle, then handed it to Jian Chen, and said: "Jihad Masters who have reached the realm of my father will have a negative impact on their own blood.
Strong induction. Jian Chen, take this jade bottle and open it near the Temple of Light. As long as my father is in the Temple of Light, he will definitely sense it."
Jian Chen put away the jade bottle containing a drop of Xuan Ming's blood, pondered slightly, and said: "This alone is not enough. What if your father misunderstood and thought that I obtained this drop of blood through some other bad means? Then I can
That would be troublesome."
"Then I will write a letter to explain to my father that you, Jian Chen, are my best friend." Xuan Ming immediately took out a jade slip from the space ring and began to engrave information on it with his spiritual consciousness.
"Wait a minute, I am incognito in Huangzhou now. You must not use my Jian Chen name, just use Changyang. Also, for my specific information, you must not mention even a word of my specific information to your father.
You must not reveal even the existence of this tower."
"You must have noticed that this tower can deceive the secrets of heaven, and its grade must not be low. If your father finds out, there is no guarantee that he will not attack me." Jian Chen said with a serious face, this matter
, but absolutely cannot be careless.
Xuan Ming thought that Jian Chen was worried about King Qing Peng's pursuit, so he vowed: "Brother Jian Chen, don't worry, King Qing Yao will never dare to step into Huangzhou." Even so, Xuan Ming still followed suit.
Jian Chen complied with his request and handed the jade slip with his information to Jian Chen, taking the initiative to let Jian Chen check it.
After all, he is now hiding under Jian Chen's roof to take shelter from wind and rain. Naturally, he has to obey Jian Chen in everything, for fear of making Jian Chen unhappy, he will not go to Guangming Temple to report his safety.
Jian Chen carefully checked the content that Fan Xuanming left in the jade slip. After repeatedly confirming that there was no problem, he left with the jade bottle containing a drop of Xuanming's blood and the jade slip with his message. It's true.
On the second floor of the tower, we arrived at the ninth floor of space.
In the ninth level of space, Jian Chen replaced the jade bottle containing the drop of blood with a jade bottle of higher grade and better quality.
"This drop of blood in this jade bottle, no matter how much time has passed, can make the blood inside look as fresh. In this way, even if Xuan Ming's father sees this drop of blood, he will not be able to distinguish it.
When did this drop of blood stay?" Jian Chen thought to himself, everything was prepared, and after confirming that nothing was missing, his incarnation of this ray of soul exited the Huanzhen Tower.
In Feiyun Peak of Bright Temple, Jian Chen sat cross-legged in the cave and looked at the jade bottle in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, and then opened the cork of the jade bottle.
At the same time, in the Holy Temple of Light that stood above the clouds, in a magnificent hall, two middle-aged men were sitting opposite each other.
"Xuanzhan, who do you think you are more optimistic about in this battle for the Holy Son?" One of the middle-aged men said casually while tasting the aged wine leisurely. His figure was relatively thin, but his resolute face was full of determination.
It carries the majesty of having been in a high position for a long time, just like an emperor, giving people a feeling of being calm and powerful.
This middle-aged man is one of the eight deputy hall masters of the Temple of Light, Minghe Mohe.
The middle-aged man known as Xuan Zhan has an unusually tall body. Just his physical body gives people the feeling that he contains terrifying power. His face is as sharp as a knife, and he is invisible.
It gives people a cold feeling that makes people shudder, and the eyes are so sharp that people dare not look at them.
It's just that there is always a trace of worry in his brows, more or less, as if he has a concern in his heart that he can't let go for a long time.
Xuan Zhan is also one of the eight deputy hall masters of the Guangming Temple. He holds a high position in the Guangming Temple and is second only to the hall master.
"I'm not interested in paying attention to these. Who among the five of them can win depends on their personal destiny." Xuan Zhan said expressionlessly, the worry lingering in his brows lingering all year round.
Hearing this, Mo He raised his eyes and stared at Xuan Zhan, sighed softly and said, "Are you worried about your precious son again?"
Xuan Zhan remained silent, his sharp eyes staring at the sky outside in a daze.
Seeing this, Mo He sighed secretly in his heart, and he didn't know how to comfort him. After all, Xuan Ming was Xuan Zhan's only son.
If he really fell, he didn't know how tragic a blow it would have to Xuan Zhan.
However, at this moment, Xuan Zhan's body suddenly shook violently, and his eyes suddenly burst out with bright light. He stood up from the chair in an instant, staring at a certain location with an expression on his face.
Suddenly, he couldn't help but show excitement.
The next moment, he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared in an instant. He had left the temple as if teleporting and appeared among the thousands of peaks under the temple.
"What the hell is this Xuan Zhan doing?" Xuan Zhan's actions made Mo He, one of the deputy hall masters, startled affectionately. However, he did not follow him. Instead, he sat here and tasted the old wine to a limited extent.
Fine wine, while secretly paying attention to everything in the Temple of Light.