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

Ding! It is detected that the descendant of the host 'Wang Mengyao' has advanced to the Ghost Commander Realm, and the host will be rewarded to the Eightfold Heaven Realm of the Sacred Realm!"

Li Mansion, the practice room.

Lin Yichen, who was teaching Li Hao to practice, suddenly heard a system prompt.

"Oh? Yao girl broke through so quickly."

Lin Yichen raised his brows slightly, but he was only behind Ji Haoxue, and Lin Zi fucked them a little bit.

You must know that Ji Haoxue, Lin Ziqian and the others are in the great wilderness of his hometown, where there is a need for resources and resources, assistance and assistance, and the cultivation environment is a mess.

In comparison, Wang Mengyao's side is much worse.

However, Lin Yichen is not a person who favors one over the other, and still leaves behind.

"It seems that Yao girl used the ability of the book of life and death..."

Lin Yichen muttered to himself.

The book of life and death, the supreme magic weapon, even if the current Wang Mengyao's cultivation is low, he can only use one-hundredth of his power.

But it also has a terrifying effect.

Boom!

A tyrannical force appeared in Lin Yichen's inner world, which doubled it again, and his realm was also raised to the eighth-layer of the holy realm.

"Come on, after Hao'er has been practicing for a few months, he will be able to break through the three realms in a row. By then, I will also be able to rise to three realms in a row. The saint realm is just around the corner."

Lin Yichen's eyes flashed with fiery heat.

Even if his mood was as indifferent as his, at this moment, the slightest ripples could not help but set off.

In the past, when he traveled all over the three thousand Daozhou, he saw those high-ranking saints, and said in his heart that it was impossible not to be envious.

Moreover, he couldn't forget that when he went to Cangzhou Eternal Realm, that Eternal Realm Realm Lord, the existence of Saint Triple Heaven, looked at him and said that he would never be able to set foot in Saint Realm in this life.

From then on, he, who was still pretty good at first, plummeted after that, and the attitudes of the people around him also took a 180-degree turn.

After all, Lin Yichen was very young at that time, so he put down his harsh words, and he will come to the realm of saints in the future, and he will slap each other in the face.

Immediately, he left the Eternal Domain and went to other places.

After that, Lin Yichen has experienced many, many things, and his mood has also undergone major changes. It is no longer the violent fire of his youth, but returns to the tranquility of nature.

Although he didn't care as much as he did when he was young, this has always been a small depression in his heart.

"When I reach the realm of saints, I will go to Eternal Realm, Eternal Realm Lord, I hope you are still..."

Lin Yichen murmured in a low voice.

And the subconscious of this sentence is, you wait for me, I will slap you in the face!

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Cangzhou, Taoist Palace.

Boundless and boundless.

And somewhere in Yunshen, a heavenly palace is located here.

Just listen to the sound of Dao Lun here, echoing the heavens and the earth, and the vision is endless.

There are boundless mysteries, turned into golden symbols, the great avenues, filled the heaven and earth.

At the same time, it is accompanied by all kinds of mysterious sounds, just like the sounds of nature, all kinds of wonderful principles, which make people enlightened.

Not long after, Dao Lun's sound dissipated, and the boundless vision also faded.

Then, a voice spread across the sky:

"The thousand-year period of preaching is over, please go away."

At the same time, in the Heavenly Palace, the silhouettes sitting on the ground slowly opened their eyes. Although they were full of reluctance, they got up and bowed respectfully towards the depths of the sky before leaving. .

None of these people are weak, and the lowest cultivation level has reached the seventh level of the sacred realm, and the highest one has even reached the ninth level of the saint!

And the identities of these people are not simple, they are all the domain owners of Cangzhou's major regions.

Although not an official member of the Taoist Palace, it is still his subordinate.

So the Taoist Palace allowed these domain masters to come to the Taoist Palace to listen to a great sage preaching every thousand years.

At this time, one of the Yingwei men who looked seven or eight similar to Xing Yan also walked out of the Heavenly Palace.

However, as soon as he left the Heavenly Palace, he saw his communication jade talisman flashing constantly.

"Um?"

The Yingwei man frowned. He had just finished listening to the sermon of the great sage. He had planned to digest it, but now he was disturbed by the communication jade talisman, so he was naturally unhappy.

However, he still took it out and probed into a trace of consciousness and said, "What's the matter?"

"Old, sir, it's not good! Something big has happened, young master, young master, he was assassinated!"

The words that came out of the jade talisman made the Yingwei man stunned on the spot, and then his eyes burst with unparalleled anger and murderous intent, but the aura around him was still calm.

Although the Yingwei man is boundless in anger, he also knows the proportions. If he vents his anger here, his life will be over.

The sacred place of the Taoist Palace is not something that a saint can do wildly.

The Yingwei man is the master of the Ziyuan domain, Xing Yan's father, Xing Wudao, the first-level saint in the realm.

At this time, he forcibly held back the pain of losing his son, and his icy voice echoed in the jade talisman, "Any clues?"

"Back to the master, we suspect that the killer is a master of the formation of the sacred realm. The other party sneaked into the practice room when the young master was in retreat, and did not disturb any formation restrictions." A voice came from Yufu.

The Master of Formation in the Sacred Realm?

Xing Wudao's voice was even colder, "Could it be that Yan'er offended some big man recently?"

Otherwise, he really couldn't think of why the noble and prominent Grand Master of the Manifestation Realm Formation would take action against his son.

"This, it shouldn't be possible, Master Xing Yan has been cultivating in recent years, and the only time he left the customs was just to calculate the Li family, but the Li family didn't know the movements of the young master at all, and they didn't have the ability to ask them to move. A master of the formation of the holy realm."

Xing Wudao heard the words and nodded secretly, it was true.

A master of the formation of the sacred realm, in the Taoist palace, even if he is a saint, his status is not as high as that of the other party.

The Li family, it is indeed impossible to invite such a noble being to kill their son.

However, although their analysis was not bad at all, they ignored the existence of Lin Yichen, the first-generation ancestor.

"I can only ask the Heavenly Master of the Taoist Palace to help me calculate the exact location of this murderer..."

Xing Wudao's eyes are cold, and he dares to kill his son, even if the identity of the other party is a prominent formation master, he will not let it go!

immediately.

Xing Wudao hurriedly left the Heavenly Palace and came to another area of ​​the Taoist Palace.

I saw that there are all kinds of talismans floating here, either bright or dark, virtual or real, simple or miscellaneous......

Each talisman gives people a sense of mystery and mystery, as if the eyes of God are spying on your destiny.

"Stop, who is coming!"

When Xing Wudao came here, there was a scolding from inside.

"Under the Ziyuan Domain Domain Master, I have something to ask the Celestial Master."

"The celestial master is studying the talisman, and there is no one for the time being. Come back in two months." The voice inside came out again.

"I understand, thank you."

Xing Wudao nodded slightly, then stood aside and waited.

Two months, for their existence, it's just a flick of a finger, not a long time.