Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

"Yes, that's right, Changxing, this is the ancestor, why don't you come and meet the ancestor."

"Ah? Oh! Changxing greets the old ancestor. Old ancestor, I am Changxing, Xin Changxing, and I am also the descendant of Xin Jifeng. Old ancestor, you finally woke up, that's great, the young master will definitely be very happy."

"Ji Feng? Are you the descendant of Ji Feng? Well, well, you are as handsome as your great-grandfather, and you are also a good one. Hurry up and get up. Let the ancestor take care of this."

Xin Changxing was so excited that he couldn't express it in words. He knew who the great-grandfather the ancestor was talking about. He also heard from his great-grandfather that the great-grandfather was once the most capable general around the ancestor and the commander of the guards of Wuji Peak.

However, after a great battle, Emperor Gaozu was seriously injured and could not hold on and died.

During this period, the Xin family was like Grandfather Xuanyuan Chang, who had no heirs for many years. Later, under the influence of Grandfather Xin, Grandfather Xin began to pass on the incense again. At present, the incense of the Xin family can be said to have continued, just like the Xuanyuan family. It has been passed down to him, and there are only four people.

Xin Changxing pulled his thoughts back to his senses, made way and stood next to the old man.

Diwu Zhao took a step forward and lowered his eyes to look at Singh, who was shrouded in a golden bell at the bottom of the pit. The flashing golden light made his figure vague and his face could not be seen clearly.

He closed his eyes tightly, and keenly sensed that someone was coming. The person who came was very powerful, and should be someone with unfathomable strength. His heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he became a little worried.

After a few days of meditation and healing, he has almost recovered. In another half day, he will be completely well.

But now, he was being stared at by those sharp eyes, and he felt like he had been treated as a prey, which made him feel creepy in an instant.

Diwu Zhao looked at Singer indifferently, then raised his hand and flicked his finger.

"boom"

Immediately, the so-called indestructible and impregnable Golden Bell Cover collapsed in the blink of an eye, turning into countless tiny pieces that scattered all over the ground like raindrops. Singh, who was originally tightly protected by the Golden Bell Cover, was now completely exposed to everyone.

His originally calm eyes were filled with an undisguised look of fear. This kind of fear seemed to penetrate one's soul, making people feel pity. His face, which was originally slightly pale, turned even paler due to extreme panic.

At the same time, several extremely sharp fragments slashed across Singer's cheek like lightning. In an instant, several deep blood marks appeared on his face, and blood flowed out, quickly dyeing half of his face red. The bright red blood formed a sharp contrast with his pale face, which was shocking.

Then, Diwu Zhao raised his hand, divine power surged in his hand, and slowly closed his five fingers towards Singh. In an instant, Singh felt as if his neck was tightly strangled by a huge and cold iron claw, and an irresistible force made him almost unable to breathe.

Singh's eyes widened in horror. He tried to struggle, but the iron claws were firmly clasped around his neck, showing no sign of loosening. As time went by, Singh's face became paler and paler, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

As long as the Fifth Zhao twists it gently, Singh will immediately return to his hometown.

Of course, Diwu Zhao was not in a hurry to kill him. He still had some questions about the Tiandi Palace. Fu Ling'er had mentioned to him before that the poison in his body was not like poison but it had tortured him for so many years. It was most likely man-made. He had a guess in his heart that needed to be confirmed, so he wanted to find out something from Singer.

Therefore, as soon as the Fifth Zhao retracted his hand, Singer was lifted up powerlessly. He no longer had the strength to struggle, his pale face had turned red because his throat was pinched, veins on his forehead bulged, and he was on the verge of death.

"Changxing, lock him up for me. I will interrogate him personally later." Diwu Zhao waved his hand again and threw Singh, who was like a puddle of mud, to Xin Changxin's feet.

"Yes, old man, you can leave him to Changxing without worry. Changxing will lock him up right away."

Xin Changxing grabbed Singer's collar with one hand and quickly headed towards the dungeon.

"The crisis is over, old man, go back and rest. You just woke up, so don't overwork yourself."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Chang'er will go back and talk to the old man. The old man still has many things to ask... Who? Come out."

Suddenly, Diwu Zhao realized that someone was watching him and looked up at the cluster of white clouds in the sky.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the four people as fast as lightning.

Yan Ning, who was holding a teacup, Nan Ze, who was watching the show quietly, Wu Mo, who was pretending to be calm, and You An, who was sitting upright, all saw the visitor.

The four of them looked at each other, and their eyes quickly conveyed information.

"Does this person recognize us?"

"It seems like he recognizes us. I remember meeting him several times. But how many years have passed? How many times have we been reincarnated? Does he still remember us?"

"Our appearance hasn't changed. As long as you're not blind, you should be able to remember it."

"Then...what if he blames us for standing by and watching the fire from the other side of the river? I heard that he has an unpredictable temperament. Who knows if he will cause trouble for us?"

"Don't talk, let me test your words first," the four of them ended their eye contact.

"Well... may I ask you..."

But before Yan Ning could finish his words, he was interrupted by Diwu Zhao.

"God's Attendant? It's you. How come you are here?" Diwu Zhao was shocked. How could it be someone from the Divine Palace? What on earth could be in the Fourth Heaven that could alarm someone from the Divine Palace?

"Ha, it seems like he recognized us. Ahem,

Emperor Ziwei, long time no see. This time my brothers and I were on a mission and passed by this place and saw someone fighting.

Originally, we didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but after a closer look, we discovered that it was the people from the Heavenly Emperor Palace who were bullying others.

So, my brothers and I sat down and watched, ready to help that person at any time. No matter what, we can't let the people of the Heavenly Emperor Palace run wild everywhere, right? It's just..."

Nan Ze glanced at Wu Mo and took over the conversation.

“I just didn’t expect that the man was the younger generation of your Emperor Ziwei. However, fortunately, your younger generation is not someone who is easy to bully, and we brothers admire him, so we couldn’t help much,” Nan Ze looked at Diwu Zhao and said slowly.

They are the God's Master Attendants of the Divine Palace, and their status is far higher than that of the Great Emperor Ziwei. However, a high status does not mean that one's strength and cultivation are higher than others. Moreover, the Great Emperor Ziwei is not only unfathomable in strength, but also unpredictable in character.

There was no need for them to quarrel with others and cause disputes. Therefore, the tone of voice they spoke to Diwu Zhao was quite polite.