I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

The air seemed to be completely stagnant, and time seemed to have passed only one breath or countless years. The village chief's palm stopped in front of Feng Xia, and all the attacks disappeared.

His expression was a little confused and a little unbelievable.

"Really...is it really you?"

"Of course it's me."

Feng Xiang smiled and nodded, with no flaws in his tone or gesture.

But deep down in his heart, he was completely sure of one thing - the seal that the village chief mentioned did not actually exist from the beginning!

If it really existed, the village chief should have brought it out from the beginning instead of shouting hysterically when his mentality was about to collapse.

As early as when communicating with the Queen Mother, Feng Xia had already suspected that perhaps in the history of Lingyun Kingdom, there did exist such a national master, but no one except His Majesty the Emperor Lu Tiancheng had ever seen him. Just pass.

So he just stood and did nothing.

Plan pass√

"Why...why didn't you come until now?"

After receiving Feng Xia's affirmative answer, the village chief's body shook, his center of gravity became unstable, and he fell to the ground on the spot: "After so many years... you have never appeared... we all thought you had..."

"……Feel sorry."

Feng Xia was silent for a moment, then slowly uttered two words.

At this time, anything you say is wrong.

"There's no use apologizing to me."

The village chief shook his head nervously. He was silent for a moment, and then he cheered up and said, "Speaking of which, since you have reappeared, does that mean the clarion call for counterattack..."

Feng Xia immediately shook his head: "Don't ask about the secret."

He thought for a while and added:

"Your Majesty has his own arrangements."

No matter whether Ling Yunguo really had a back-up plan, he naturally couldn't talk nonsense here, otherwise it would arouse suspicion, so he quickly changed the subject, put his hands behind his back, and said Shi Shiran:

"Let's talk about your experiences over the years."

"Your Majesty..." the village chief was silent, "Of course he is right. We have been following the orders of those years..."

Feng Xia silently acted as a listener.

At the same time, he finally had a general understanding of the real history that happened that year.

In the past, the Lingyun Tribulation erupted extremely swiftly and violently, with no resistance or stoppage. One layer of defense after another was quickly torn apart, and countless lives were buried, ushering in the coming of destruction.

Even the backup plan prepared by Emperor Lingyun didn't have much effect. Under the terrible catastrophe, at most it was just lingering.

Darkness fell, boundless, covering the entire Xuanyuan world.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, a mysterious man who claimed to be Lingyun's Imperial Master appeared, claiming that he had been preparing for this day since the founding of Lingyun.

His appearance was like a weak but firm light, illuminating the direction of the survivors in the boundless darkness.

"After receiving your order, we dispatched a total of seventy-two true spirit realms, moved the ancestral temple here, suppressed the source of the strangeness, and isolated ourselves from the world. After that, another one hundred and ninety-six years passed, and a man who claimed to be Yan Luosheng’s guys came to us and said that they came to establish an immortal inheritance place in the name of the master of Sansheng Palace..."

The master of Sansheng Palace?

When he heard these words, Feng Xia's heart jumped suddenly.

If he had just traveled through time, he would naturally not know the meaning of these words.

However, later, he learned who the so-called master of Sansheng Hall was from the mouth of Yan Wuyou, the demon girl of Baiyou Sect...

The first generation master of Sansheng Palace - the sixteenth prince of Lingyun Kingdom, Lu Chenhai!

Yan Wuyou is a descendant of the Yan family of Sansheng Palace.

"Yan Luosheng...wait a minute, isn't this guy the first-generation Demon King?" Feng Xia suddenly thought of a question, and his face suddenly became very exciting, "Is the first-generation Demon King a subordinate of the Chenhai Ancestor?"

"Wait! Doesn't that mean that Yan Wuyou... is still the little princess of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters?"

As he thought about it, a silly face appeared in Feng Xia's mind.

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Chapter 0369

In Feng Xia's impression, Yan Wuyou's first impression was that...this girl was a bit silly.

Of course, Feng Xia only figured out later that it was actually just a beauty...well, in short, it was a misunderstanding.

After all, when I first met Yan Wuyou, this girl relied on her amazing illusion skills. She liked to sing one-man shows when she had nothing to do, and she also pretended to walk around while looking at the scenery. Wouldn't it look silly to Feng Xia?

Later, Yan Wuyou kept boasting that he was a close disciple of Chen Hai Ancestor, but was given a good education by Feng Xia again.

After this back and forth, although the misunderstanding was finally resolved, the impression of stupidity could not be eliminated basically.

What kind of scheming enchantress from the Baiyou Sect has manipulated countless people into the palm of her hand? Whoever said this is probably not a fool, right?

But now, when she thinks that Yan Wuyou may be a descendant of the first demon emperor, and can be called a contemporary little princess, Feng Xia can't help but feel filled with emotion...

Damn retarded.

"National... national master?"

As if sensing Feng Xia's mood swings, the village chief raised his head with some fear and looked at Feng Xia carefully.

In the eyes of those younger generations, he was a senior master who lived in seclusion here, but to the Lingyun Kingdom's National Master back then, he was still just a junior.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally thought of some past events."

Feng Xia shook his head, getting rid of his thoughts from memories. He nodded slightly and said, "You can continue talking."

The village chief nodded, not suspecting anything.

Shortly after Yan Luosheng left, the villagers in the village sensed that the world outside was fluctuating and some strange changes had taken place!

"Those of us have long been integrated with the ancestral temple. Although we have strong power and almost immortal bodies, we cannot leave here, so we don't know what is happening in the outside world."

Even today, more than 3,000 years later, the village chief's expression is still full of regret: "We were all very frightened at that time, thinking that the catastrophe was not over yet, and that not only would everything be destroyed, but also the world we depend on for survival would be destroyed. We must also turn it into an eternal wasteland..."

No, I think what you said makes sense...

Feng Xia whispered silently in her heart.

From this point of view, the village chief and others are indeed unaware of the changes in the outside world.

Three thousand years have passed, and the outside world has long since changed. The vitality of heaven and earth has dried up, inheritance has been cut off, magical powers have declined, and the aura of the end of the law has enveloped every corner.

For the Lingyun survivors back then, this was undoubtedly an extremely hopeless future.

"The fluctuations in the great avenues of heaven and earth mentioned by the village chief are mostly related to the end of the Dharma era in later generations. Also, what Yan Luosheng, the first leader of the Demon Emperor, said...the immortal inheritance place, could it be that the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum is not completed?"

Feng Xia's eyes flickered slightly. The village chief didn't say much, but to him, it was more precious than any magic weapon secret book!

The ancient years and real history are no longer completely shrouded in fog, but gradually reveal their true appearance to Feng Xia.

"In a sense, the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum is really a place of inheritance! After all, under normal circumstances, it is understandable to build a luxurious mausoleum, but a new cave is opened inside the mausoleum, attracting countless inheritances, and setting up a ten-year opening period once……"

Is this because his tomb was stolen quickly enough?

And if we regard it as a place of inheritance, then many things can be understood.

The reason why the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons is more powerful than the Xuanwu Kingdom is that on the one hand it occupies a geographical advantage and the vitality of heaven and earth is stronger, and on the other hand, it is also because various inheritances are constantly flowing out from the Demon Emperor's Tomb, involving various races. , even pointing directly to the realm above Yuan Dan!

"I don't know what's wrong with calling the place of inheritance the imperial mausoleum."

Feng Xia smiled and shook her head.

"Later on, every one or two hundred years, someone would come here. We old bones, some of us who had nothing to do, passed on our own skills..."

As the village chief spoke, he raised his hand and hit his waist.

He coughed a few more times, and suddenly there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes: "In the past three thousand years, we have encountered all kinds of visitors, but the most interesting ones should be the past seven hundred years... A bunch of little human guys named Mo!"

"The first person who came was a little guy named Mo Hao. The name of the technique he practiced was very domineering. It seemed to be called Nine Dragons Sacred Heart Art. I thought that the purpose of this technique was interesting, so I gave him a drop of my true blood... …”

It was only then that Feng Xia noticed the two short horns growing on the village chief's forehead.

The Qinglong Clan of the East China Sea!

He suddenly thought of this race that had disappeared into history.

In Lingyun's era, the Qinglong Clan of the East China Sea was still extremely powerful and was known as one of the four royal families. But today, three thousand years later, the Qinglong Clan has long been unknown to the public. Even the Jiao Clan of the East China Sea has now become a ruined flower. Bubble.

For a moment, Feng Xia's throat was choked.

He wanted to say something, but all the words came to his mouth, but they were stuck there. In the final analysis, he was just a passer-by who watched everything in the Ling Yun era, not a true witness.

"Then again, the name Mo Hao sounds familiar!"

Feng Xia frowned her eyebrows, and her expression became weird little by little: "No way... Is it really that Mo Hao... Mo Lianque's ancestor? No, the village chief is talking about a group of human beings named Mo... "

At this moment, his expression became quite exciting!

"Mo Lianque seems to have mentioned that the Xuanwu Imperial Court also had arrangements in the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum... Could it be that they came here?"

"Yes, it is difficult for ordinary trialists to find this place, but there are several of them here!"

"So the back-up plan that Mo Lianque mentioned, at least part of it, should have landed in this village."