Refining Heaven and Earth

At the back of the Eight Saints Gate, more than thirty streams of light came from it. It is precisely those lost quasi saints. At the moment, under the leadership of Luo Xuan and Zhan Wushuang, they are quite agitated.

Failure is not terrible. As long as you can save your life, please sage, you can still make a comeback.

"The sage is at the Eight Sacred Gates?" Zhan Wushuang's eyes flashed doubts and thought that something was unusual.

Luo Xuan smiled and said, "Is there a problem?"

Zhan Wushuang felt that something was wrong, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Think about it carefully. What good is Luo Xuan deceiving them?

Besides, Luo Xuanzhen has to pit them, and he must have that strength. With so many people present, are they afraid that he will fail?

Not only was Zhan Wushuang a little puzzled, many people felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't explain it.

Luo Xuan sank and said indifferently, "If you don't believe it, you are all waiting here, and the old man will ask the saint."

After all, don't give everyone a chance to speak, step on foot, and fall off the cliff.

Zhan Wushuang's brow frowned slightly, and everyone looked at him at this time.

"Let's go and see too." Zhan Wushuang then fell, not expecting any problems.

On the cliff, Luo Xuan fell with a palm, and the dark and deep hole appeared. He looked back at the crowd and rushed straight in.

The War Warriors paused, or they followed, and everyone else followed.

A moment later, an air of death came to his face, as if a place of death was ahead.

There is no change in both sides of the war, and I realize that there is something wrong. How can a saint live in such a deadly place?

No one present was more clear than Zhan Wushuang. The saints are powerful and decent, but living in such a place all year round will inevitably have an impact.

Unless the saints do not practice, or they are practicing with the strong death here.

Either way, the situation is a little bad.

Looking at Luo Xuan speeding ahead, the color of doubt in Zhan Wushuang's eyes grew stronger. Even so, he continued to follow, unable to resist the temptation of the saint.

In the dark and deep space, a fire suddenly lit up, the space was endless, and the turquoise pool water exuded a thick death gas, extremely cold.

"You guys wait a moment, the saint does not like to be disturbed, the old man goes to the obituary first." Luo Xuan said, walking towards the turquoise lake.

"And slow!"

Zhan Wushuang's subconscious opening stopped him. When Luo Xuan looked back, but didn't know what to say, he smiled and said, "Sages won't live underneath?"

Luo Xuan looked indifferent, "Is there a problem?"

Zhan Wushuang chuckled softly: "It's too incredible, there are too weird here, and I asked Elder Luo to wait for my confusion."

"Oh?"

Luo Xuan smiled, his eyes glanced at everyone, "Do you all think so?"

Everyone bowed their heads and remained silent, feeling that something was wrong, but they couldn't tell what was wrong. At this time, it was unwise to offend Luo Xuan.

"That being the case, who would go with me?" Luo Xuan said with a smile, looking at the unparalleled war, for self-evident.

Haha!

Zhan Wushuang smiled, "Since the sage doesn't like to be disturbed, we are still waiting here, tired of Elder Luo."

"Okay!"

Luo Xuan smiled slightly, as if he didn't care, he sank suddenly towards the turquoise lake and disappeared.

The faces of the people sank immediately, and the scorching hopes were unmatched. This place is too weird. How could the saints live here?

Moreover, the saints do not show up all year round. No one except Luo Xuan has heard of the saints living in the Eight Holy Gates.

You know, Fang Bai has made three sacred gates three times, and there must be a saint. How can he be allowed to be so presumptuous?

"Old man, what should I do?" Zhan Xiaoxiao whispered.

Since learning the identity of Zhan Wushuang, Zhan Lingxiao regards Zhan Wushuang as an ancestor, regardless of whether he recognizes it or not.

War Warriors are happy to see it happen, and one more sage can follow, no matter how bad it is.

"wait!"

Zhan Wushuang sighed. There is no other choice until now. No one can stop Fang Bai unless the saint comes forward.

Therefore, although I feel that something is wrong, I still have to accept it, there is no other choice.

Zhan Wushuang said so, everyone couldn't say much, so they had to wait quietly.

The depth of the lake was unpredictable, Luo Xuan sank down quickly, and thirty thousand feet fell without blinking.

At this time, the vitality was so intense that Luo Xuan had to fight resistance exercises. The vitality here was so strong that it might not be able to be blocked by ordinary entrance.

Luo Xuan's face was dignified, his heart was disturbed, and his mind sounded the secrets passed down through the ages of the Eight Holy Doors.

Only one person is qualified to hold the secret. After the previous generation dies, this secret can be passed on to the next generation.

Two people have never known this secret at the same time, never!

Luo Xuan felt extremely nervous, thinking that he would never come to this ghost place in his life.

In all fairness, Luo Xuan didn't want to come here, but he had no other choice.

Running the exercises, the dead energy was blocked out, and the body blinked down in a blink of an eye. At this time, the dead energy was like a substance, and he madly hit him.

"So strong!"

Luo Xuan's heart trembled. At this time, he could not reach the common situation, but he still did not reach the end.

The real energy operation was extreme, and crowded the dead water pool, Luo Xuan accelerated again.

Nine thousand feet!

After entering the bottom of the lake nine thousand feet, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the water suddenly disappeared.

Looking up, the turquoise pond water hangs upstairs, very weird.

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The dying gas rolled around, Luo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked far into the distance. Her footsteps volleyed and she could even hear the throbbing heartbeat.

Before long, a huge altar emerged in the distance.

The altar is thousands of squares in diameter, white as jade, and there are hundreds of jade pillars surrounding it.

Extremely strong death gas erupted from the altar and spread out in all directions.

A figure sat in the middle of the altar with his eyes closed and dead, as if I hadn't known how many years he had died.

Luo Xuan's complexion changed slightly. He dropped down on the ground, stopped outside the altar, and leaned down to worship.

The voice was soft, as if afraid of disturbing others, echoing in this open space for a long time.

Silence, silence!

Luo Xuan lowered her head and waited quietly without impatientness.

About half an hour later, the silence remained, and Luo Xuan finally couldn't help looking up at the figure in the middle of the altar.

A white robe, clean and tidy, as if brand new, without a trace of dust, scattered white hair covering his face, can not see clearly.

There is no slight wave around the whole body, no slight fluctuation of breath, still a dead silence.

Luo Xuan plucked up his courage, and his voice increased a bit. "Practitioner Luo Xuan, meet your ancestors!"

Another half a hour of silence, when Luo Xuan couldn't help but want to look up, the old voice suddenly sounded, "What is it?"

Luo Xuan's body trembled suddenly, his heart was horrified, and he still had some doubts. Whether the secrets passed down from generation to generation would be true is too incredible to believe.

At this moment, when I heard the voice of the old man, there was no doubt at all, everything was true!

"Qi ancestor, the disciples inquired about Lian Tianding and made a false accusation." Luo Xuan whispered without raising his head.

"Oh?"

The long voice echoed in the surrounding space, and the figure in the center of the altar finally moved, and his eyes opened, as if two sharp swords shot through and fell on Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan suddenly felt a strong pressure falling, unable to look up.

"Say, make it clear."

The voice fell, sharp eyes retracted, Luo Xuan gave a sigh of relief, and his heart was horrified. Is this the power of the saint?

After rationalizing your thoughts, you will slowly prepare your speech.

After Luo Xuan said, the space was silent for about a quarter of an hour before the old voice sounded, "You did a good job, but there is one more thing for you to do."

"The disciples obey the orders of the ancestors." Luo Xuan bowed.

"Find ten people for me, the stronger the better, and let them fall on the jade pillar, understand?"

"Old ancestor!"

Luo Xuan was startled and looked up in horror. When two sharp eyes were approached, Luo Xuan lowered his head again and bowed down, "The disciples did their best.

"Well, go!"

Luo Xuan turned around, secretly suffering, these people have become wary of him, how easy is it?

But he had no choice but to do it!