Changxizi and Dong Ziweng both knelt down in front of the old man who was sitting in the carp and cried loudly.

Dong Ziweng kowtowed heavily, and Changxizi had just crawled toward the old man, stroking the dry hand.

Changxizi cried and said, "Master! You made us suffer so much. Why did you sit here? Are you really a flying immortal?"

brush……

Just as Changxizi lowered his head and cried, the old man's eyebrows moved, his upper eyelids rolled, and a splendor flew out of his eyes.

A flash of light flashed and flew to the two of them to stop.

"This is my spiritual consciousness, the last bit of consciousness I have left in the mortal world. You have finally found me!"

"Ah! It's really a master, is the master really a flying immortal?"

"No, you are all wrong. It turns out that the highest level of cultivation is not Feixian, but to a very strange realm, where there is nothing, not as people say. If your cultivation level reaches its level in the future and you can come here, you will naturally understand!"

"Then, Master, what exactly do you have?"

"Lonely, lonely, cold!"

"cold?"

The three of them asked together, and even Sun Er couldn't help asking curiously.

Jingmang seemed to look at Sun Er and asked, "Who is he?"

"I've been there once. Since you are conscious, don't you remember me?"

"Have you been here? Oh, my spiritual consciousness will only wake up when I see someone I believe!"

Sun Er then felt relieved and continued, "What is the origin of your sword? Why is it so strange?"

"Did you take that sword?"

"Yes!"

"Haha..." Jingguang laughed out loud and said with relief: "That is the 'Sword of the Sky', the relic of a god in ancient times. I used this sword to kill countless fish monsters and two of their so-called gods!"

"What?" Sun Er was stunned.

"Kill God?" The three words "Kill God Ridge" appeared in Sun Er's mind, and he also realized the importance of the problem.

"Senior, then I want to ask, do you know, there is a Killing God Ridge in the capital, and there has been a Fish God there!"

"Beijing?" Jingmang asked back and was silent for a while, as if he was recalling something.

What Sun Er pointed to was naturally the Killing God Ridge that Liang Ru mentioned, and the Killing God Ridge where the Fishman Prince was invisible.

"Well, I'm the one who killed that fishman!"

"Haha..." Sun Er felt that there was a coincidence in this world, and there was something else that was called.

Oh, yes, I'll meet you anywhere in the world!

Bah, Sun Er felt that the metaphor is appropriate, and no matter how you say it, it feels sour.

"Ah! That old god! Who did you do it with when you killed that fish god?"

"Who are you..." The light flashed for a moment, as if you were recalling me.

After a moment, he sighed in his brilliance and said slowly: "At that time, several large clans of the mermaid population collectively came ashore to harm humans. Three hundred years ago, I killed a fish god for the first time. They never went ashore with the powerful fish gods again, but more than a hundred years later, in the late Qing Dynasty, they invaded again..."

Jingmang stopped talking about this, and Sun Er was so anxious that he asked quickly: "Old immortal, what happened later?"

"That war also led to the great recession of the martial arts world today. Two hundred years ago, the scale and strength of our martial arts world were much larger than it is now!"

When Sun Er heard that he was just talking about something useless, he also heard a lot of hearing about these things, so he asked him to speak them with the key points.

The slightest light seemed to have eyes, flew directly to Sun Er, stared at him for a while, and asked, "You have the breath of the Yin-Yang Art of the Yuquan Sect, and have you even drunk Yuquan water?"

Sun Er was stunned and didn't say anything in his heart. This was the first time he heard that the Yin-Yang Art still had a breath.

The Yin-Yang Art itself does not contain breath, it is just a technique to activate breath or spiritual breath.

"Haha, this is not surprising. To me, I know every smell that comes from your Yuquan Sect disciples!"

"Ah?" Sun Er was surprised again.

It seems that this old god is definitely very familiar with the ancestor, otherwise how could he say this?

Then, he...

Sun Er was about to ask who the old god was, but the other party reported to his family and said, "I am the palace master of Chiyan Palace. These two are my eldest and second disciples. I have two disciples. One lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain. His name is Qingchengzi and the other lives in the shore of the East China Sea. His name is Fisherman!"

All of them are alive, the four disciples of the old immortal, Dong Ziweng, Chang Xizi, Qing Chengzi and Fisherman.

Hum? What did he just say, Chiyan Palace?

The four secret palaces are the martial arts supreme who are even older than the three hidden sects.

The Red Flame Palace is one of the four secret palaces. It is said that it has not been born for three hundred years. It turns out that it is the gate held by the old god in front of you.

"I know what you want to ask, because you are the current head of the Yuquan Sect, so you naturally care about your ancestors and the battle with the Fishman Master back then!"

"Hehe, it's right, I'm right, I've thanked the old god here!"

Sun Er couldn't help but admire him, feeling that this god was really useless, and he could even count the worms in his stomach.

"The 34th generation leader of the Yuquan Sect, with me, the line training girl, Zhong Chengzi, Guanghanzi and Baiyun Sect Master, the six of us fought against the four great masters of the Fishman clan, the two guardians of the Goldfish clan, and more than a dozen mages and wizards of the other Fish clans. That battle was really earth-shaking!"

"It's a pity that after the war, I was the only one of the six of us. Your master and the leader of Baiyun survived. In addition to the destruction of the three supreme masters, more than a dozen martial kings and the new martial emperor died in our martial arts world!"

The bright light dimmed a lot, as if his emotions determined his light.

Sun Er asked: "When our master survived and returned to this sect, have you ever told you that he was injured by the fire-gasing technique and the Yin-Yang Reversal Technique he created?"

"Yes!" Jingmang replied without hesitation.

Sun Er confirmed this and knew that Geng Sheng passed on the legacy from the old leader.

He asked again, "Will he die soon?"

"Haha! Boy, your ancestors are here with me!"

"Ah?" Sun Er was shocked one after another, probably not able to speak anymore.

"But, you, he, you can't connect. I haven't heard of any spiritual sense he left to you!"

"This?" Sun Er was speechless for a moment and sighed in his heart. The head Feixian left a contact tool, but the ancestor was gone.

After a while, the light flashed and said, "I'll bring him a message! Let him find a way to contact you, but he has been in seclusion for fifty years and has thirty years to get out of seclusion, this..."

It seems that there is no chance. The ancestor went into seclusion, according to what was written in the novel or logical thinking, he must have been stuck at a certain training threshold. He wanted to go into seclusion and get through.
Chapter completed!