"Grandpa? Jie Jie Jie." The old man, whose back was almost bent to the ground, let out a sinister laugh, "I am already four hundred and fifty years old this year, and I am your ancestor!"
Four hundred and fifty years old?
Ling Luo was shocked!
She raised her head and carefully examined the old man in front of her. Although his body was extremely old, his eyes exuded a light that made people dare not look at him.
This old man is very strong, so strong!
Although the opponent tried his best to hide it, Ling Luo, who was extremely powerful in the spiritual field, still felt the majestic power from the opponent's body.
He is stronger than Xuanyuan Yu, much stronger than anyone she has ever seen!
"Ancestor." Ling Luo bowed and bowed very politely.
The old man smiled arrogantly, and the sinister look on his face faded. He looked at Ling Luo with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said: "The little girl is very to my liking. I have seen you reading every day for half a month, but looking for
What?"
Ling Luo was secretly frightened to be seen through at a glance. But in front of such an old monster, she had no need to cover up and answered truthfully, "I just want to find some historical books about thousands of years ago."
"Thousands of years ago?" The octogenarian shook his head and said, "You can't find it here."
Ling Luo frowned slightly and asked, "Why not?"
The old man smiled and said nothing.
"Then ancestors, do you know the origins of Chu Ye and Ling Ying?"
When the octogenarian heard Ling Luo's question, his face suddenly changed, and even his voice became terrifying: "How can you, a junior like you, call Wuzun Chu Ye and Wuzun Ling Ying by their names?!"
Huge mental pressure hit her face, and Ling Luo could hardly stand. If her mental domain hadn't been wide enough, she might have bled to death on the spot.
The octogenarian saw Ling Luo just shaking his body, thinking that if he were an ordinary person, he would probably die long ago.
"Little girl, where are you from?"
Ling Luo composed himself and replied: "Reporting to my ancestors, my name is Ling Luo. I am the granddaughter of General Ling Zhan and the niece of the Queen Mother."
The octogenarian stretched out a hand and placed it between Ling Luo's eyebrows. He deepened his spiritual power and began to explore.
Ling Luo didn't dare to resist. She knew that if she showed any disobedience at this moment, the other party could immediately blow up her brain and destroy her spirit.
"How strange! Little baby, your spiritual realm is actually a chaotic starry sky!" The octogenarian suddenly became excited, his eyes shining brightly, "Our country, Xijiu, has produced such a peerless genius!"
My country of Xijiu?
Ling Luo was confused and asked: "I wonder if my ancestor is..."
"Hahaha, I am the second emperor of the Xijiu Kingdom, Chen Jiu!" The voice of the octogenarian was filled with sincere pride, "I am devoted to cultivation, and the country has long been left to the work of future generations."
Ling Luo was shocked and turned pale. He knelt down and knelt down to worship: "See Emperor Xuanzu!"
She didn't expect that she would meet such an important person just when she came to the Library to read. Isn't she just so lucky?
It is rumored that there is an extremely mysterious martial spirit in Xijiu Kingdom, and it must be this one.
"Little girl, get up." Chen Jiu said loudly, "Wuzun Chu Ye and Wuzun Ling Ying are my fathers. When you see them, you must kneel down and call them Immortal Lord. You must never use disrespectful words or deeds in the future.