In Seclusion for 10,000 Years, The Descendants Come to the Door at the Start

Is it the fourth level of the Sacred Realm, yes, just like me."

When Lin Yichen noticed Yang Jian's state, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

As expected of the first disciple of the three generations of Chan Jiao, the Heavenly Court Judicial God, as soon as he appeared on the stage, his cultivation level reached the highest level that can be achieved at present.

Yang Jian can have such a cultivation level, it is not that he can't improve any more, but the system stipulates that he cannot surpass his master.

"I didn't expect that it was me pulling my hips."

Lin Yichen shook his head slightly in his heart, but his servants, with the improvement of his realm, will also automatically improve, but don't worry, Yang Jian's cultivation will not increase in the future.

Thinking of this, Lin Yichen looked at Yang Jian and nodded lightly, "Get up, you came just in time, I have something for you to do."

"Assassinate someone for me."

"Please tell me master." A cold light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

"Xing Yan." Lin Yichen spat out these two words, startling Li Chen next to him.

He was puzzled: "Father, even though Xing Yan was plotting against Xiao Hei, he didn't succeed in the end, and his father was the master of the Ziyuan Domain, a saint in the world, I'm afraid..."

"The little black thing is on the one hand. What really makes me want to kill is the Nine Profound Spiritual Soul Pill you took for Hao'er."

Lin Yichen's expression was indifferent, "When I fused the sword with Hao'er just now, I noticed that there was a stigma attached to Hao'er's soul. I'm afraid it was Xing Yan who wanted to control Hao'er."

how come!

Li Chen immediately looked furious, "Well, you Xing Yan, you are actually playing with me, father, you don't have to send your men, I will personally screw this grandson's head off!"

However, just when Li Chen stepped out of the inner palace, a figure was already standing in front of him.

"Don't bother you, this is the task given to me by the master."

A faint voice came from the clouds, and then a jade-like palm landed on Li Chen's shoulder, stopping him.

"you........."

Li Chen wanted to break free, but found that the big hand didn't move at all, which made him stunned.

He is a desolate god body, born with divine power, and he has no problem holding a hundred thousand mountains in his hand, and he can't break free from the palm of this young man in front of him!

"Okay, I don't need you for this matter, just leave it to Yang Jian."

Lin Yichen saw that Li Chen was abused, and his heart was no exception at all.

This is a proper sage's disciple. He has nine-turned-celestial skills in his practice, and his fleshly body is sanctified. Comparing his strength with him, isn't he trying to abuse himself?

Moreover, he sent Yang Jian there because only Yang Jian could successfully assassinate him silently.

After all, this one has seventy-two methods of transformation, so he was born specifically for assassination!

Although Li Chen was unwilling, he also knew that he was not the opponent of the young man in front of him, so he could only walk back.

"Father, where did you recruit such a strong subordinate?"

Li Chen asked curiously.

"The secret cannot be revealed." Lin Yichen smiled mysteriously.

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the other side.

Deep in the prison, in a huge training room.

Xing Yan is sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes are closed, his breath is scattered all over his body, as if he is practicing.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the breath on his body fluctuated a few times, weakening a little.

"How could it be possible to erase a trace of my soul brand!"

Xing Yan was a little shocked. His soul imprint was extremely secret, and with the strength of Li Chendong's Nine Heavens, it was absolutely impossible to discover it.

"Unless you are a master who is proficient in soul, you can discover my soul imprint, but there is no such person in the Li family. Is it the first ancestor of the Li family?"

Xing Yan secretly guessed.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an extreme danger enveloped him, and all the hair on his body exploded.

He rolled out on the spot without hesitation, and the next breath, the futon on which he sat cross-legged silently turned into powder.

"Oh? Good alertness."

A somewhat surprised voice suddenly sounded.

Xing Yanxun looked around and saw a Yingwei young man wearing a battle armor and a divine crown appeared in the practice room.

"You, how did you get in?"

Xing Yan couldn't believe it. There were many organs in the Xing Mansion, and the practice room was surrounded by formation restrictions, and it was impossible for outsiders to enter.

"Guess." Yang Jian smiled lightly.

In front of his seventy-two transformations, any formation prohibition mechanism is just a decoration.

Xing Yan looked at Yang Jian across from him, sassy and airy, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, his breath was introverted, and there was no abnormality at all, but in this practice room, he seemed to be the master and the core of everything!

This aura, this demeanor, this calmness...  

Xing Yan's eyes tightened, feeling the horror of the person coming.

"Who the hell are you! Don't you know that my father is the master of this Purple Yuan Territory, a sage high above, if you kill me, you will surely die too!"

Xing Yan threatened with words while delaying.

"I'm just following the orders of the master." Yang Jian said lightly.

Owner?

When Xing Yan heard the words, his heart moved, and he was about to continue when he suddenly felt the killing intent surrounding him.

Without hesitation, he stretched his hand into his arms and was about to crush the jade pendant that his father gave him.

But at this moment, Xing Yan's sight has an extra palm, white and powerful, simple and long-lasting.

There is a vast and vast meaning coming to the face, and the world seems to be all in this palm.

puff!

Xing Yan didn't have time to stop him, he could only watch the slender jade-like palm hit his forehead.

How can there be such a terrifying power!

In the next instant, his forehead cracked, his soul collapsed, and all life disappeared.

"Uncle Guangchengzi's Pantianyin supernatural power is very easy to use."

Yang Jian retracted his palm, looked at Xing Yan, who had turned into a corpse, and shook his head slightly, "The cultivation base is good, but unfortunately the experience is too poor, and the magical techniques are in a mess."

In fact, it's not that Xing Yan is too bad, on the contrary, he is very strong, at least in the Ziyuan Domain, he is the supreme arrogance of a generation.

However, it also depends on who you are comparing with.

Compared with Yang Jian, it is naturally one sky and one underground, which cannot be compared at all.

What kind of person is Yang Jian, a disciple of the saint, who has experienced the great catastrophe of conferring gods, and later served as the god of justice, fighting the three realms and six realms.

His experience, supernatural powers, and magic techniques are much stronger than any peerless genius.

"The task is complete, it's time to go back and report to the master."

Afterwards, Yang Jian changed his body, turned into a breeze, merged into the mighty Yuan force, and disappeared without a trace.