The Wang family mansion covers a vast area, and the courtyard is as huge as the garden of the emperor and queen. If no one leads the way, it is easy to get lost.

The Wang family was deserted in the past, but today it is very lively.

At this time, monks from major forces in the Shacheng and those wandering monks had gathered in the Wang Family Temple.

Today is an important day for electing the Guardians.

The so-called guardian is to guard the safety of Feng Qing's statue to avoid being destroyed by evil spirits.

Those who take on this important task must have strong martial arts skills and strong skills to suppress evil spirits.

There were crowds of people in the dojo, and everyone was talking about it, all wanting to successfully run for the Guardian.

Once they become guardians, they can enjoy the resources of the Wang family.

By then, their cultivation will be improved again.

The most important thing is that the guardian can be loved and worshipped by millions of people in the sand city, which is a temptation that many monks cannot refuse.

Zhang Yi brought the Heavenly Dao to the Wang Family Dojo. As soon as he entered the dojo, he was shocked by the lively atmosphere.

These monks all come from different sects, with as many as thousands of people.

Unfortunately, although there are more than a thousand monks, the number of souls is still pitifully small.

"Oh my god, this is too lively, right?"

Looking at the crowded dojo, Tiandao was stunned and murmured: "Is they going to run for the Guardians, is it safe to guard my master's statue?"

"That's right, your master sealed billions of souls at the cost of his life. Once the statue is destroyed, billions of souls will be broken out, and then the sand city will suffer from the destruction."

Zhang Yi nodded slightly.

"Oh, my master is really great."

Tiandao sighed, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He could never escape the amazing insight Zhang Yi.

A warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and asked softly: "Your master is the great hero of Shacheng. The statue he has become will be commemorated by millions of people in Shacheng for generations. As his disciple,

I should feel honored, not sad here..." "Brother Zhang, thank you for enlightening me."

A smile forced out of Tiandao's tender little face: "I have figured it out. My life has just begun. I will listen to you carefully in the future."

Zhang Yi patted Tiandao's shoulder and smiled with relief: "Okay, as long as you listen to me well, I will train you into a great hero in the future!"

"Really?

Can I really become a big hero in the future?”

Tiandao's eyes lit up instantly.

Becoming an extraordinary strong man worshipped by all nations has always been the wish of Heaven since childhood.

"Yes, you can."

Zhang Yi smiled slightly.

"I will definitely do it!"

Tiandao raised his small fist and cheered himself up.

But soon, he was like a deflated ball, muttering with a wry smile: "My destiny has long been destined..." His voice was as thin as a mosquito, and the tides in the dojo, Lian Zhang

Yi couldn't hear what he was muttering clearly.

Only Tiandao knew in his heart that he would never be able to become a great hero like his master.

He was born with a Taoist bone, and his fate was already destined and could not be changed.

As the master said, his life disaster is the way of heaven... "Sir Zhang!"

At this moment, the ancestor of the Wang family personally brought the masters of the Wang family to greet Zhang Yi.

Tiandao looked at Zhang Yi with some surprise.

Brother Zhang’s face is a bit too big, right?

Even the ancestor of the Wang family came forward to greet him?

Not only was the Heavenly Dao very surprised, but even the monks around were stunned.

They are all guessing Zhang Yi's identity.

Who is this young man?

Why is the ancestor of the Wang family so respectful to him?

This seems a bit unreal?

"I originally planned to talk to you. Seeing that you are so busy, why not finish it first?"

Zhang Yi responded with a smile.

"Hehe, I'm not busy."

The ancestor of the Wang family smiled with his face, and then said to the masters of the Wang family behind him: "I'm going to have breakfast with Daxia Zhang later, you guys go and do your own work!"

"ah?

Ancestor, don’t you preside over the presidency?”

The masters of the Wang family all had a bitter face, thinking that the Wang family gathered cultivators all over the world today and had to run for the guardian. For such an important thing, how could the ancestor of the Wang family not be present?

"Don't you understand what I said?

I need to reiterate it, right?"

The ancestor of the Wang family suddenly became a little angry. He punched and kicked the masters of the Wang family, cursing: "Gog, get out of here, don't bother me!"

The masters of the Wang family immediately fled in panic.

The monks around looked at the ancestor of the Wang family as if they were looking at monsters.

They had never seen the ancestor of the Wang family get so angry that they were still angry for this young man.

Today is really eye-opening.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang is really embarrassed, it makes you laugh."

The ancestor of the Wang family immediately came to Zhang Yi happily and stretched out his hand politely: "Sir Zhang, please follow me!"

Zhang Yi pulled the corner of his mouth twice. He ignored the strange gaze of the monks around him and left the place with the ancestor of the Wang family.

Inside the Wang Family Hall.

Zhang Yi and the others were having a meal while chatting.

According to the ancestor of the Wang family, they need to run for fifty guardians today to specifically look at the safety of Guan Fengqing's statue.

Fifty people?

As soon as this said, Zhang Yi widened his eyes.

Do you want to be so exaggerated?

The ancestor of the Wang family smiled bitterly and explained: "These monks have limited strength, and only by increasing the number can the statue be safe."

"Well, you're saying it makes sense."

Zhang Yi quickly understood the good intentions of the ancestor of the Wang family, and then asked straight to the point: "Now the teleportation entrance has been closed, can it be opened again?"

"ah?

Open the teleportation port?”

Hearing this, the ancestor of the Wang family was shocked and waved his hand in panic: "No, never, senior Feng Qing protected the sand city with his life. Once the teleportation entrance is opened, wouldn't it allow those souls to invade the sand city again?"

Zhang Yi's face suddenly sank.

He thought the ancestor of the Wang family made a lot of sense.

He pondered for a moment, then asked, "Where is the entrance to the eighth level ghost realm?"

"I said to Mr. Zhang, why do you have to go to the eighth level ghost realm?"

The ancestor of the Wang family couldn't help but feel curious and smiled bitterly: "Now the eighth level ghost realm is full of souls, and it is full of dangers. Basically, if you go there, you will be a life of death."

"As for what I'm going to do, you don't have to worry too much, just tell me where is the entrance?"

Zhang Yi said in a deep voice.

“Yes, I shouldn’t ask more.”

The ancestor of the Wang family shrank his head in fear. He pondered for a moment and said with a bitter face: "To be honest, there is indeed an entrance two hundred miles away from Shacheng."

"where?"

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up and he was very excited.

"The Tomb of the Emperor Luo God!"
Chapter completed!