In Seclusion For 100,000 Years, My Descendants Ask Me To Come Out

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The Spirit Race used to be the existence of Tianqing in thousands of worlds.

And the patriarch of the spiritual clan, Ling Yuan, is a fearsome boss.

It's just that thousands of years ago, the Spirit Race suddenly disappeared among thousands of worlds, and no one knew where the Spirit Race went.

Looking at the map in front of him, Chen Xuan's eyes lit up instantly and said with a smile, "Xiao Luo, now you have not only broken through to the God Transformation Realm, but Sword Intent has also realized it. You can go down the mountain to experience it, and use this treasure of spiritual essence to transform the spiritual family. Bring it back to me."

"Yes, Patriarch." Luo Qingcheng said respectfully, bending down ninety degrees.

At the same time, she was a little excited. For her own strength, Luo Qingcheng wanted to try it for a long time.

Only by fighting non-stop can you be stronger!

Having experienced the experience of Life and death, I will not become a flower in the greenhouse.

At this point, Luo Qingcheng is not at all like Chen Xuan who just wants salted fish.

Looking at Luo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes, there was a gleam of eagerness to try.

Chen Xuan smiled lightly. Compared with his own descendants, he seemed to be a bit salty.

"Xiao Luo, I have nothing to give you when you go down the mountain this time. Since you have realized the Sword intent, how about I give you a sword?" Chen Xuan asked with a smile.

Sword intents are relatively expensive swords, and ordinary swords are definitely not good.

Anyway, it is also a descendant of his own, and it is really not enough to not have a decent weapon.

Hearing this sentence, Luo Qingcheng's eyes lit up, and he nodded excitedly.

She has long wanted to change to a long sword!

The sword in his hand is nothing but a profound weapon, Luo Qingcheng could feel that, with the blessing of the Great Sun Fire and the Emperor Sutra, the sword of the profound rank would not work at all.

Not to mention now that he has realized the Sword intent by himself.

Chen Xuan smiled lightly, waved his hand casually, and a gap suddenly cracked on the ground.

The entire territory of the Nine Dead Lives began to tremble.

There is a great potential for the collapse of the world!

Luo Qingcheng stared at Chen Xuan with apricot eyes full of doubts.

What is your grandfather doing? Is he going to destroy Hongmeng Continent?

The next moment, the breath of the Daohuang peak powerhouse erupted from the ground!

A three-meter-tall giant covered in magma appeared in front of Luo Qingcheng.

Luo Qingcheng was dumbfounded.

There is even a Dao Emperor peak powerhouse here!

And this breath... so terrifying!

Standing in front of the giant, Luo Qingcheng felt as small as an ant.

"Master, what are you calling me?" The giant knelt down on one knee and said in a dull voice.

With a simple sentence, Luo Qingcheng's soul trembled.

Chen Xuan smiled indifferently and said, "Tool refiner, my descendants need a sword. How long will it take you to do it well."

The giant in front of him is equivalent to half of Chen Xuan's servants.

It was originally rewarded to him by the system.

As for why half servants are mentioned, it is only because they are similar to the NPCs in the game.

If this one is a weapon refiner, he can only refine weapons, not fight.

The same is true for others.

Otherwise, Chen Xuan wouldn't have cultivated so many monsters.

"Master, San Hiashi." The tool refiner's voice was like thunder.

Looking at Luo Qingcheng absentmindedly, Chen Xuan snapped her fingers, and she regained her senses.

Luo Qingcheng murmured, "It's terrifying!"

Just hearing what the other party said, she felt that her soul was going to come out of her body.

His whole body was already wet with cold sweat.

Gollum.

Luo Qingcheng swallowed hard and glanced at Chen Xuan unconsciously.

How many secrets does your ancestor have? How can there be such a strong person under his hand.

Just horrible.

"Xiao Luo, tell him the weapon you want to refine, you and the refiner go." Chen Xuan looked at Luo Qingcheng and said.

"Yes, Patriarch." Luo Qingcheng bowed respectfully.

The next moment, the territory shook again, Luo Qingcheng followed the refiner back to the ground and disappeared.

Chen Xuan stretched his waist very lazily, appeared on the stone chair in an instant, and continued to live his leisurely salted fish life.

Weng Baiyu stood behind Chen Xuan with an unnatural face.

The owner is just too awesome...

He originally thought that he was a Half Step Dao Emperor and was complacent, but the master actually had other Dao Emperor powerhouses in his hands.

"It seems that I have to work hard on cultivation, so that I can catch up with the master's footsteps." Weng Baiyun secretly said in his heart.

If you let him know that there are so many NPC Chen Xuan like the Item Refiner, will Weng Baiyun spit out a mouthful of old blood.

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Three days, for cultivators, is just a snap of their fingers.

During this period, Chen Daoran and his teacher Gu Yong have returned to the territory of Nine Deaths.

The first thing Chen Daoran did when he came back was to complete his own reserve work.

The body is covered with wine Calabash again, and there are countless rare treasures in the storage ring.

Looking at Chen Daoran who was smirking in front of him, Chen Xuan didn't bother to pay attention to him.

During the three days that Luo Qingcheng was away, Chen Xuan was really miserable.

Gu Yong and Weng Baiyu, these two lousy old men, can fade away when they cook.

And he and his descendant Chen Daoran's cooking skills can't catch up with those two bad old men?

It's almost impossible to swallow.

In Chen Xuan's words, boiled in water is better than the three of them.

Helpless, the four big men had to rely on food to survive.

"Little Chenzi, believe in me now. If you don't want the fire stick, give it back to me." Chen Xuan bit the water in his hand and said with a faint smile.

"hey-hey."

Chen Daoran smiled, took two steps towards the treatment, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said: "Yes, of course, this is the first gift you gave me, my ancestor, how can I not, it won't hurt if I return it. Have you lost your old heart? Don’t look at it as just a fire stick, but this is the love you have for me, the ancestor, even if it’s a piece of hair that the ancestor gave me, I will keep it well!”

Oh, this emotional tone, touching words.

Chen Xuan almost believed him.

"Okay, then I will give you a strand of hair, I wanted to give you a peerless weapon."

Saying that, a strand of Chen Xuan's hair appeared on Chen Daoran's index finger and merged with him.

Chen Daoran froze in place like a lightning strike, his mouth slightly opened and he didn't speak.

"Old, Patriarch, do you mean to give me a peerless artifact?" Chen Daoran swallowed.

A gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

I drop a good boy!

Artifact!

Ancestor's fire stick is so powerful, isn't that artifact...

"Ancestor, I want it!" Chen Daoran shouted loudly.

Chen Xuan smiled lightly, and instantly put a glass of Yuquan Divine Brew in his hand: "What do you want? Didn't I just give you a hair, Patriarch?"

What does Xiao Chenzi mean?

Want to make yourself bald?

Chen Daoran burst into tears and slapped his mouth hard.

He's gutted now!

Why do you have so many mouths!

Just when Chen Daoran was about to soften and harden the foam, the cloudless sky suddenly darkened.

In an instant, thunder bursts, and a torrential rain hits.

"What, what's the situation?" Chen Daoran murmured a little dazedly.

The next moment, Weng Baiyu and Gu Yong appeared beside Chen Xuan, all three looked up at the sky.

Chen Xuan smiled slightly: "Is the sword done?"