Around the two people, vortexes of spiritual energy appeared.
When Wangchen saw this scene, he was not willing to suffer any loss and used all his strength to cultivate his cultivation.
But although she was the oldest, her martial arts skills were not very good, and her speed in absorbing spiritual energy was obviously not as good as that of Chen Yan and An Xiaoyue. In the end, she had no choice but to give up the competition, thinking: This is the territory of my Mai Sect, and I will have many opportunities in the future.
After today, you should no longer be here. Compared with you, the price will drop!
The steps are not particularly long.
After a few bends, at most it was a straight line extending downward for two hundred meters.
I saw a stone chamber.
In the center of the stone room, there is a statue as tall as one person.
He looks like an ancient Taoist priest.
Wearing a hair crown, holding a Dao sword, his eyes widened with anger.
Wangchen looked at the statue and said, "This is the statue of the founder of our sect."
As the leader of the Mai Sect, Wangchen had seen the portrait of the ancestor.
He was instantly recognized at this moment.
Wangchen said: "The Mayi Sect has a history of three thousand years since its establishment. The founder of this sect is named Xuantian. He is a true master. In the end, he shattered the void and became an immortal."
Chen Yan said in surprise: "Immortal? Are there really immortals in this world?"
He heard from the man in the coffin that there had been no immortals for three thousand years.
Oh, the Mayi Sect was founded more than three thousand years ago, so it would not be a contradiction if Xuantian turned into an immortal and left.
An Xiaoyue touched the sword in the statue's hand and flicked it.
It made a clear sound.
"This is a good sword!"
Wangchen quickly stopped him and said, "Don't take it. The sword held by the founder of our sect is a treasure and private property of the Mai Sect."
"I'm just looking at it, not trying to steal it," the female marshal said with a smile.
Wangchen was afraid that she would really take it away, so he went up to protect it and wanted to take it in his hand, but when he exerted force, the arm of the statue fell down together with the sword.
Wangchen's expression changed and he was shocked.
He quickly reached out to pick it up.
As a result, with a slight exertion, a piece of powder came out.
And a dark golden hand bone grasped the hilt of the sword and fell to the ground.
The next second.
The entire statue collapsed to the ground with a crash.
What I saw was a field of dust and a field of dark golden bones.
Wangchen's body was stunned.
Chen Yan blurted out: "Bone is made into gold, this is not a statue, this is a real person...Senior, your ancestor did not break the void and transform mortals into immortals, but...died here
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"Ah, this..."
Wangchen suddenly felt like his three views were subverted.
Everyone in the Mai sect thought that there was an immortal ancestor, and they might be able to receive dreams from the ancestor, but now it seems that everything seems to be a dream.
After a while.
An Xiaoyue pointed around the stone chamber: "There are murals on the walls."
Wangchen walked over and took a look, and immediately exclaimed: "Ah, this is the lost Xuanmen secret method of our sect, the great god's descending technique."
An Xiaoyue pointed to another place: "There are also words here."
However, the text used here is very ancient.
Chen Yan didn't know him at all.
Alas, knowledge becomes useless when it is used.
Illiteracy is terrible!
An Xiaoyue only recognized part of it.
Fortunately, Wangchen could read it word for word.
After she finished reading the above text, the expressions of the three people turned to stone.