Chen Hao looked around and found that it was not only in front of him that had changed. There were also dense patterns on the beams of the hall. The arrangement of gems was close to the laws of the stars in the sky. Straws of starlight were pulled into a bright beam of light that flowed into the middle of the eyebrows of the stone statue.

The boundless pressure came from the stone statue. He felt like a hill was pressing on his body, with cold sweat on his forehead and lustful bones creaking, as if he had an illusion that the person in front of him was the existence of the eternal emperor, controlling the birth and death of sentient beings, and people would fall to worship at first sight, and their hearts fell into his believers, and they could no longer extricate themselves. []

This must not be done! Chen Hao bit his lips tightly, and a bright red oozing out from the top, a faint salty smell came. His pupils shrank and he broke free from this spiritual pressure. He looked at the stone statue in golden armor. The boundless pressure disappeared without a trace in an instant, but it still made him feel scared.

"You have firm minds, but since you have entered the Supreme Gate, you must have entered the Heart Refining Cave and stayed in it for three days and three nights. You can condense your mind like a crystal, and there will be no turbulence easily." Chen Hao saw the old man glanced at him indifferently and praised him.

He was a little surprised. It turned out that he was wrong. He could pass the test by staying in the Heart Refining Cave for three days and three nights. Unlike himself, he broke the sky in the illusion space and tried his best to get out. However, this surprise was well concealed by him. Besides, after getting such a strange thing as the golden six-ray pendant, he would still make the same choice even if he did it again.

Now this statement relieved some of his doubts. Why did the elders in the Yuanshen realm want to transform into a golden bridge to see him? It seems that they must have known the changes in the cave. He inadvertently showed another sharp edge, but he would rather not show this sharp edge. After all, if they were exposed for too long, they would only rust and become dull and become mediocre.

"Old Qiong is ridiculous." Chen Hao replied humbly. He didn't know how to call this person in his heart. Judging from the attitude of the senior brother Jing Fan towards him, it seemed that this person was not a fellow brother of his generation, but an elder of the master's sect. Therefore, he could only call this title with Jing Fan. Although it was abrupt, it was better than the embarrassment he got when he shouted the wrong one.

The other party responded with a gentle "um" sound, but there was no further text. Instead, he looked forward with a solemn look. Chen Hao followed his gaze and saw four ancestor phantoms standing on both sides of the golden armored stone man. Except for being unable to speak, the others were no different from those present. He could even feel the sharp cold air emitted by those magical instruments, which made people's hearts tremble.

But why are there only eight illusions of these ancestors? I heard Jingfan say that his generation is the 72nd generation disciple of the Supreme Sect. Could it be that all these ancestors have mastered their merits and their cultivation has transcended the realm of the primordial spirit, and their life span has increased greatly, far exceeding the age of the disciples?

Just as I was thinking, I heard a loud shout coming from the front.

"Chen Hao comes forward!"

He turned around and saw Jing Fan looking at him without hesitation. He walked straight to this person, only more than a meter away from the elixir of ancestors. He felt that the elixir of these elixirs in front of him were emitting a slight buzzing sound, and there seemed to be endless energy hidden in his body.

However, he also knew that this was an illusion. These phantoms had shocking cultivation during their lifetime, so that a wisp of essence and spirit sealing the painting can still convey wisps of pressure through the long river of time.

Jing Fan glanced at Chen Hao and said lightly: "You should first visit the ancestors of all dynasties, and then talk about the others."

What? You still have to kneel down to worship? Chen Hao exclaimed in his heart. Although he had expected it before, he was still extremely aggrieved in his heart. He knelt on the sky, kneeling on the ground, and kneeling on his parents. Why do you kneel on these strangers at this moment? Heaven, Earth, Lord, and Teacher, but his original intention was not to learn from his master here. It would be very unfair to bow down.

But even as he looked at everyone's eyes staring at him, he was reluctant, and could only sigh helplessly, lowered his eyes and bowed to the phantom in front of him, but he was thinking about something else in his heart. Since he wanted to become a master, then I would like to give me the Buddha who had not yet masked his inheritance. The golden armor and stone man looked like a Buddha from a distance. Isn't it that far away, and it looked like a Buddha? I just don't know if everyone knew about this idea, would he immediately show his magic weapon to punish him, a disobedient person.

After the ceremony, Chen Hao stood up and clearly saw a kind look flashing in Old Qiong's eyes. It seemed that at this time, he was truly recognized by everyone. He was the person from Zangbing Peak, living and dying with them, and sharing honor and disgrace.

Seeing this, Jing Fan nodded slightly and explained: "Do you wonder why there are only eight ancestors in this dynasty in this peak? In fact, although the ancestors have a huge cultivation level, none of them can break through the shackles of the Nascent Soul Realm, and their lifespan is only several times that of ordinary monks. At most, they can't resist the erosion of time for only a thousand years, and their souls will also rot wither and collapse into ashes. Unless they possess a demon body, willing to be eroded by the demonic energy, they will transform themselves into a half-human and half-demon existence. In that way, they can continue their life for hundreds of years, or become a demon, and their consciousness sinks into half-sleep and half-awake, killing the master, causing blood in the world to flow into a river."

"It's not because of other things. The painting saint only painted eight. In fact, this painting saint is even more extraordinary. It is said that he is good at deriving. Although some people have no documents or records to describe the memories of their ancestors after many years, he still searched for the relics they used and extracted a trace of energy and spirit from them to seal them into the brush. The painting scattered like a god's help, and a few strokes outlined the outlines of the past of the ancestors."

"There are such a strange man?" Chen Hao responded in surprise, "Is this man a disciple of that generation? What happened next? I'm very curious."

At this time, Mr. Qiong interrupted, "It is not a disciple of which generation, but a guest official from the fifty-four generation at that time. It is said that he will travel the world from this peak, but he never comes back. Therefore, no one can know the ending of this generation of strange people. In fact, I doubt the origin of the Tianji Valley. After all, the time when the opening of this valley was only a hundred years different from the time when the painting saint disappeared. There are not many people in this world who are good at deducing. How can such a coincidence be made?"

"Old Qiong is careful!" Na Jingfan hurriedly reminded, his expression becoming a little nervous. He shook his head and said, "Don't mention this valley too much. In addition to being good at deduction, all the people in this valley have unpredictable cultivation. Maybe one day they will have a whim to trace the origin and know the details of our here. This valley is currently in good terms with the sect, and when they negotiate, they will not look good on their faces."

Chen Hao was shocked when he heard this. It was Tianji Valley again. He heard that this name was not only once. The people in this valley did adhere to the magical calculations. Even the master of Li Sect also expressed his affirmation. However, this "Old Qiong" revealed the possible origin of this valley in one word, which naturally surprised him inexplicably.

Looking around, I saw that many monks were also in a state of turmoil, with their expressions slightly unnatural, as if this name was also a taboo in their hearts.

He didn't know that the master Zangkong appeared in Tianqing City and defeated the Yuanshen Dharma. The descendant of Tianji Valley searched for his traces for a while. However, because the aura in his body at that time did not fit very well with the entire world, the numerology line was a little blurred. Although he had the sign-in guides made by the spiritual sign, he still missed it by mistake.

Seeing the riot caused by Mr. Qiong's words, Jing Fan coughed lightly to remind everyone to temporarily suppress their complex emotions. However, he talked freely: "Although there are only eight portraits of ancestors, all of them are amazing and stunning figures."

"This position is called Mo He. With a sound of cultivation, you can ascend to the sky and get the moon, and go down to the deep sea demon realm to capture whales..."

"This position is Qin Feng. He has a golden spear that breaks through the sky, crosses the vast ocean, and traverses the seven great divine continents overseas."

"This position is called Huang Yu. He was originally a royal disciple. He had a special talent for controlling purple qi with the Emperor. It is reported that he could turn it into nine purple dragons. Every time he traveled, it was very powerful, as if the Emperor of Nine Heavens was on a trip."

"This position is called Shang Wu..."

The earth-shaking things were told one by one by Jing Fan, which made Chen Hao feel shaken and dazzled, and he wished he could travel through the long river of time to follow the footsteps of these people.

Finally, the introduction of the ancestors' experience was completed, and the short and fat monk in front of him looked bright and suddenly sighed, "If the peak master had a breakthrough in his realm, he would be comparable to these ancestors, but it would be a pity..."

Chen Hao was very curious when he heard this, and became more and more interested in the matter of this peak master. He thought that if he had time, he would definitely explore it carefully.

"The reason why I have summoned everyone to hold a grand introductory ceremony for you is not only a sweep of the decline of the Zangbing Peak for a hundred years, but also another purpose. Do you know the origin of the jade ring in our hands?"

Seeing Chen Hao shook his head, the person then explained: "In fact, these jade rings are like the purple stars hanging in the sky you see. They are a kind of condensation of the emperor's purple qi. They are divided into different qualities. Each level of promotion has magical effects. If I am the only one who takes action, the condensation will only be a lingering between first and second levels. If everyone is summoned, the quality will be able to climb to about third and fourth levels."

After saying that, he shouted lightly, and a rich purple aura shot out from his index finger, impacting the dome, making waves of buzzing sounds. Seeing this, the other cultivators also tacitly released the purple aura in their bodies, turning into light columns and gathering together, forming a bright purple cloud with vague jingle and slight jingle sounds coming out, as if the soul of a craftsman was summoned, and carefully casting a piece of jewelry in the clouds and mist.
Chapter completed!