People are in fantasy, the daughter of luck in the beginning of the divorce

018 A small group standing on top of the pyramid, owed by the ancestors (1)

"Come here, let me investigate all the things about Qingxu Holy Land for nearly 5 years, in every detail."

"Including how many elders and disciples are still left in Qingxu Holy Land, where they are, where the elders and disciples went when it was in decline, and who are the descendants now, all of these are investigated clearly."

Jiang Minghan shook his head lightly, crushed the jade slip in his hand, and then gave orders directly.

He had a premonition that when the Qingxu Holy Land encountered an unknown situation, it was likely that the Book of Death was dug up.

According to the memory of the black-robed old man, the area where the Book of the Dead is located is in a mining area that was under the jurisdiction of Qingxu Holy Land.

The mining area behind collapsed for some reason, and no monks dared to go there after that, and the major forces also regarded it as unknown and did not send anyone to take it over.

"Yes, Master."

Below, a tall creature covered with cyan scales left quickly after receiving the order.

With the ability and power of the Hermit Immortal Clan, it is only a matter of a few words to investigate all the events of Qingxu Holy Land in the past 5 years.

Even the secrets of Qingxu Holy Land, what kind of experience the former Holy Master, elders and others had, when they were born, where they died, and who there were in the ancestors, can be clearly investigated.

"Speaking of which, 8 years ago, Qingxu Holy Land encountered a catastrophe, but that catastrophe should have nothing to do with the Book of the Dead."

Jiang Minghan searched for relevant memories in his mind, and couldn't help clicking his tongue.

8 years ago, dark turmoil suddenly broke out in the three restricted areas of life on this ancient planet.

The existence in the forbidden zone was born, devouring the creatures in the surrounding star fields, trying to continue their lives.

And that dark turmoil led to the destruction of many surrounding forces, and many star fields of life were barren overnight and their vitality withered.

Those orthodox traditions with profound heritage and long existence either choose to avoid the world, or just stand by indifferently.

In the end, an extremely ancient existence from Qingxu Holy Land came out of the source, holding a handed down sacred artifact, and killed the three restricted existences, trying to stop and quell the black disaster.

Of course, the ending is tragic and preordained.

Facing the existence of the three restricted areas, even those ancient figures in the ancient orthodoxy were frightened and did not want to provoke them easily.

The ancient existence in Qingxu Holy Land was said to have almost stepped into the quasi-supreme state with half a foot, but in the end he was blown up in the starry sky, blood stained the sky, and his body and spirit disappeared.

However, his act of knowing that he must die, but still not turning back, bought time for several immortal orthodoxy.

Afterwards, the most powerful men dispatched arrived and finally put down the black disaster, reduced a lot of losses, and saved countless lives.

If Jiang Minghan remembered correctly, one of the most powerful people who quelled the black calamity that time also included an ancestor of the Hermit Immortal Clan.

"5 years later, the Qingxu Holy Land is going into decline, and many of its resources are the first to be divided up and snatched away by the forces and traditions on this ancient planet of life. Even the ruins have been occupied, leaving nothing behind... "

Jiang Minghan shook his head slightly, a little sneering in his heart.

This is the cruelty of the fantasy world. Even if countless lives were saved back then, who cares after the vicissitudes of life have passed?

Therefore, the only way to strengthen yourself and make yourself immortal and detached is the true meaning of eternity.

"Master, Zhao Hao, the third son of the city lord of Nanque Holy City, asks to see you."

At this time, a voice of reporting suddenly came from outside the hall.

"The son of the city lord of Nanque Holy City?"

Jiang Minghan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said, "Let him in."

Nanque Holy City, as an ancient city that has survived for more than a million years, has a profound heritage, which is even worse than some ancient orthodox traditions.

Therefore, the identity of the city lord of Nanque Holy City is, on the other hand, much more honorable than the leaders of some ancient great religions.

Many years ago, the lord of the Nanque Holy City broke through to the Holy Realm, and now his cultivation is unfathomable.

His son's identity is actually similar to some holy sons and successors of ancient orthodoxy.

Of course, it is still far behind compared to the Hermit Immortal Clan.

Some of Jiang Minghan's followers are far superior to him.

Soon, a slender man with handsome features and dressed in gold came in from outside the hall.

There was golden hot light flowing all over his body, and even his hair was filled with radiance. It was obvious that he had successfully practiced some kind of kung fu, and it was natural.

"I have seen Young Master Ming Han."

Zhao Hao looked at Jiang Minghan, who was dressed in white and snow-covered, extraordinary and refined, and his gestures seemed to have a fairy charm, deep awe and reverence flashed in his eyes, he was very humble and respectful.

In this Nanque holy city, his status is extremely noble, even if some descendants of ancient orthodox traditions come, they will greet him.

But in front of the Young Master of the Hermit Immortal Clan, he is nothing, not even qualified to be his follower.

In this world, there is the most obvious watershed between the various factions and orthodoxy, that is, whether there are immortals born in the ancestors.

The second is whether there are any enlightened people born in the ancestors.

As for the Nanque Holy City, it can only be ranked third, or even close to the fourth rank.

The Hermit Immortal Clan is undoubtedly the small group of forces standing at the top of the pyramid, enough to overlook everything.

It was Zhao Hao's father's idea that he would come to visit Jiang Minghan.

Because he didn't know the purpose of Jiang Minghan's coming here, he was afraid that some actions he made would displease Jiang Minghan and affect Jiang Minghan's purpose of coming here.

If Jiang Minghan wanted to keep a low profile, then Zhao Hao, the son of the city lord, would come to visit him. If Jiang Minghan didn't want to keep a low profile, then the city lord must come to visit him in person.

"Don't be too polite."

Jiang Minghan nodded slightly, put down a jade slip in his hand, his eyes were calm and warm, and fell on Zhao Hao, "What do you mean by coming to see me?"

Seeing that Jiang Minghan was not as condescending and unkind as the rumors said, on the contrary he was extremely easy-going.

Zhao Hao also let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that the pressure in his heart has eased a lot, and said respectfully, "Reporting to Young Master Minghan, it was actually my father who asked me to visit Young Master Minghan, because I didn't know that you came to Nanque Holy City Purpose, afraid of accidentally disturbing you..."

He made a long story short, and quickly explained his reason for coming.

After Jiang Minghan finished listening, he nodded his head, and he was much more appreciative of the Nanque Holy City Lord who had never masked his face.

It is true that this kind of words are not for nothing, at least in terms of how to behave in the world, it is far superior to many people.

"The reason why I came to Nanque Holy City is actually for Qingxu Holy Land."

Jiang Minghan thought for a while, and felt that he could gather the remaining elders and disciples from the Qingxu Holy Land through the Nanque Holy City, so that he could easily find out the whereabouts of the Book of Death.