Qiao Jinhuan chuckled twice, chatted with Zheng Xuan for a while, and then sent him away.
The bank card on the table did not attract her attention. She sat down cross-legged and continued to practice. The spiritual energy around her poured into her crazily, so thick that there was a vague white mist.
At the same time, Yin Qingtang returned to the Holy Land.
"Dad, I'm back."
Holy Lord Yin glanced at him and then looked back, "Are you alone? Where is little friend Jin Huan?"
"She's busy."
"She is busy and you don't know how to follow her. What are you doing here alone?" Holy Master Yin asked loudly.
"I also have something to do. I saw Elder Ren Li from ten thousand years ago at the Canglan Ancient Battlefield..."
Yin Qingtang recounted his experiences during this period.
After saying that, Holy Lord Yin showed a thoughtful look on his face.
He raised his hand and stroked his chin, "The source of spiritual energy has been damaged... The road to immortality... Dry Mountain... You have had a wonderful time during this period! If you weren't my son, I really wouldn't believe this."
Yin Qingtang's mouth twitched slightly, "Dad!"
Can it be more reliable?
Is now the time to make sarcastic remarks?
"Let's go!"
Holy Master Yin patted his clothes and stood up, "Go to the ancestral land and meet the ancestors."
Yin Qingtang immediately followed.
The two of them arrived at the ancestral site of the Holy Land one after another. They bowed respectfully three times outside before opening the door and walking inside.
Outside the ancestral land, there are tombs one after another, and the innermost is an ancestral hall.
There was a lot of incense in the ancestral hall. Under the ancestral hall, there were sunken wood coffins densely arranged one after another.
In every coffin lies a living person.
These people were all the former elders of the Holy Land. They were nearing their end of life, so they lay down and sealed themselves to reduce the loss of life. If the Holy Land was in danger someday, these people would definitely be able to raise their coffins immediately.
Count carefully, thousands of coffins, thousands of Mahayana, ancestors from the true immortal stage!
Once this group of people show up, the entire pattern of cultivation world will see a big change.
And this is the true secret of the Holy Land that has been hidden for thousands of years.
"Please, ancestor." Holy Lord Yin called in a deep voice.
Yin Qingtang said nothing.
Here, he, the youngest and youngest, really has no right to speak.
Not long after, a gray-black figure floated over.
That was the former elder who guarded the ancestral land, Xiao He.
"Holy Lord, why do you want to alarm the ancestors?" Xiao He asked.
"It's related to the spiritual energy in the cultivation world that is gradually dissipating. I want to ask the ancestors for some treasures." Holy Master Yin said with a smile.
One look at his expression and you knew it was not a bad thing.
Xiao He nodded lightly, "Whatever you want, I'll find it for you."
"Ten Thousand Years of Spiritual Essence, Extremely Cold Heart, Red Flame Spiritual Crystal, Phoenix Fruit..."
Following the words of Holy Lord Yin, Xiao He's old orange-skinned face couldn't help but twitch, and his eyes gradually turned into dead fish eyes.
"No."
Before Holy Lord Yin could finish speaking, he quickly shook his head and said, "Do you think you are speaking in human terms? Even if you sell all your ancestors, you won't be able to collect these treasures."
"Really not?"
"No. Think of us as the bastards in the wishing well. You can give us just by opening your mouth."
"Elder Ren Li said that there is some in the storage ring he left behind, and we will find the rest from the major sects." Yin Qingtang said in a low voice.
"Yes, yes, everything is for the world of cultivation."
Holy Master Yin also followed suit.
In order to find these materials, the father and son almost called up all their ancestors and dug through their ancestral land.
Xiao He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, wishing he could drive the two of them out.
The father and son were busy in the Holy Land, while Fang Zhou in the real world was counting the time to enter the game world again.
When he opened his eyes, he was still lying where he died yesterday.
"Oh, he's really resurrected."
"It's interesting. Is this person a soul cultivator?"
"How about just destroying his soul?"
"The young master refused to let him go. He only said that we should watch him and kill him."
The two men in black, who had been hiding and observing Fangzhou all day, started talking in whispers.
But Fangzhou... didn't realize anything.
He was checking the treasures he was carrying, but found that neither the magic weapon nor the storage ring was missing.
Could it be that the person who killed him yesterday was not a casual cultivator who wanted to seize the treasure?
Who is that?
Who has such a big hatred against him?
Just when he was wondering, he suddenly saw another cold light coming towards him, making it impossible for anyone to dodge.
A knife as thin as a cicada's wing was inserted straight into his chest.
"ah!"
Fang Zhou cried out in pain, trembling as he looked at his heart that had been stabbed through. The moment he fell, there was still a look of fear in his eyes.
Dead again!
Dead again!!!
"Who is it!!!"
Fang Zhou was furious and smashed things in the bedroom.
Before the resentment had subsided, I received a call from my father, asking him to go to the study immediately.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
After arriving in the study, Fang Zhou controlled his emotions and asked calmly.
Father Fang looked at him with a subtle look, "Fang Tang, you have broken through the Nascent Soul stage."
"What!"
Fang Zhou couldn't help but exclaimed.
Fang Tang is the son of his second uncle and his cousin, but he remembers that their cultivation levels have always been about the same. Why did he suddenly break through the Nascent Soul stage?
"It's true. Fang Tang is an innate spirit body, and his cultivation speed is faster than yours. Moreover, he focuses on cultivation and does not supplement alchemy."
Father Fang frowned and whispered, "Didn't you practice very quickly before? What have you been doing these days?"
What are you doing?
Hearing this, Fang Zhou couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He is either being killed or on the way to be killed these days...
etc!
Could it be that Fang Tang was the one who killed him?
Thinking of this, Fang Zhou immediately said, "Dad, Fang Tang is plotting against me! I get killed every day when I go online, and I can't practice at all."
And now that Qiao Jinhuan is not helping him, his cultivation resources are far less than before, and his cultivation speed will plummet.
If you are one step behind Nascent Soul now, you may not be able to catch up with Fang Tang in the future.
Hearing what he said, Father Fang couldn't help but darken his face, "Is there still such a thing?"
"Yes. The person who killed me seems to know that I can be resurrected, and he sets out to kill me every day. This must be Fang Tang's doing. In order to take charge of the Fang family in the future, he really does everything he can!"
What a piece of shit!
What a Fang Tang, so damn shady!
Fang Zhou scolded Fang Tang's family in his heart.
Father Fang made sense when he thought about it.
The old man said that when the two worlds merge, whoever has the highest cultivation level will be the head of the Fang family.
His second brother has always been dissatisfied with his control of the Fang Group, and it is simply not normal for a junior like Fang Tang to play tricks in the game.
Father Fang is not used to this bad habit of the other party.
He took Fang Zhou to find Mr. Fang to complain, which made Mr. Fang furious.
There are only two Fang family members in the world of cultivation. Even if they don't join forces, they actually kill each other!
So Mr. Fang called Fang Tang and his son to the study again to scold them.