Zhang Xuan looked up and saw that the light shone from the sky.

"It's a bit late now, and the season is also a little wrong. Spring is just here and the sun is not very abundant. In summer, it is a rare time to experience the sunshine, and it is also the season that everyone is most looking forward to every day." The short man sighed.

Zhang Xuan nodded secretly. Africa belongs to the southern hemisphere, China is the northern hemisphere, China is only in October, and the African season is just beginning to spring. People who live here have not gone out for hundreds of years and cannot see the sun. It is also a luxury to feel the warm sunshine.

wrong!

Zhang Xuan suddenly realized a problem. If these people cannot go out and are bound to the ground, how can the sunlight penetrate in? How can there be a place where they can penetrate into the sunlight, which can prevent these old monsters who have survived since the last century!

The short man seemed to feel Zhang Xuan’s thoughts and smiled at Zhang Xuan, "Don’t worry, I know what you are thinking in your mind. When I came in, it was similar to what you thought. Someone will give you an answer. A warm reminder is that what you hear next may subvert your cognition."

As soon as the short man's voice fell, a sound rang behind Zhang Xuan.

"It's been one hundred and fourteen years, and the gates of hell are open again. I thought that this cage would be forgotten forever."

Zhang Xuan turned around and looked behind him. A middle-aged man in a black robe and 1.8 meters tall was standing behind him at this moment.

Zhang Xuan was 100% sure that when he first walked into this floor, he didn't see anyone. Now this middle-aged man is approaching him quietly in this open area! What kind of strength is this? Moreover, his appearance is so young again!

"Come with me, I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart. Just so do I, so can we talk to you." The middle-aged man waved to Zhang Xuan, chose a random direction, and walked around.

"Go." The short man nodded at Zhang Xuan, "He is the boss of this hell, and everyone listens to him."

Zhang Xuan nodded, took a deep breath, and kept up with the middle-aged man.

"I am older than you, so it shouldn't be rude to ask your name first." The middle-aged man walked leisurely.

Zhang Xuan was parallel to the middle-aged man and stared at each other side. This middle-aged man looked extremely ordinary and could never be found in the crowd. However, he exuded a strange attraction on his body, which made people unable to help but want to stare at him.

"My name is Zhang Xuan." Zhang Xuan spoke.

"I am Xuantian, I am 390 years old this year." The middle-aged man spoke slowly.

"Three Hundred Nine!" Zhang Xuan's body shook.

At the age of 390, he was the one who had survived since the Ming Dynasty!

"You seem to feel surprised?" Xuan Tian was a little strange.

"It's an accident." Zhang Xuan nodded, "Now our average life expectancy is 69 years old. Your age is enough for many people to live for several lifetimes."

Xuan Tian chuckled, "Haha, it turns out that he has fallen so far now? It seems that there are very few people outside who control the spirit realm."

"Spirit Control Realm?" Zhang Xuan was puzzled. He had always had only a very vague concept of the realm of Qi.

Xuantian said, "I think your cultivation level should have reached the transformation. What level does your cultivation level belong to outside?"

Zhang Xuan shook his head, "I don't know, I have been exploring cultivation, including spiritual stones, which I only learned about not long ago."

Xuantian suddenly stopped listening to Zhang Xuan's words, stunned for a few seconds, then sighed, "So that's true. One hundred and forty years ago, Zeng Hu... was called Zeng Hu. It's too long. I don't remember his name, and he forgot his name. When he came in, he told me that he was the seventh master of the Central Plains. He was destroyed from the God Fu Realm and penetrated into the Qi Condensation Realm. At that time, I felt that martial arts gradually became less powerful. A mere God Fu Realm can also be called the seventh master of the Central Plains. Now, you have been penetrated into this realm as soon as you transform into shape. It's sad, sad."

Zhang Xuan listened to Xuantian’s words and took the opportunity to ask: “Senior, how many levels do we have in our practice?”

These are all aged fossils that have lived for hundreds of years. What they know is much more than what is recorded in ancient books.

Xuantian spoke, "The five realms of qi are distinguished by the realm of qi. You have all the insights of qi and transform into shape. Condensing qi means forming qi into a body and using form to fight the enemy. As for nurturing qi, it means giving the will of qi to qi. If you condense a tiger, you should give the tiger a power. If you condense a snake, you will make the snake vicious."

When Xuantian said this, he looked at Zhang Xuan, "As for controlling spirits, he controls himself with spiritual energy, so that his face does not age and his muscles do not corrupt."

"So, senior, you are a master of spirit control." Zhang Xuan didn't expect that there were so many realms in the transformation realm. Just listening to Xuantian's explanation, you could imagine how terrifying the so-called spirit control realm is. It can control one's own aging. This is changing the laws of the human body!

Xuantian smiled, instead of answering Zhang Xuan's question, he asked back: "Which clan is the strongest outside now? Is it the Tang clan? Or the Ling clan? Or the Langya Wang clan?"

"None are." Zhang Xuan shook his head, "The clan has been unable to escape from the world for nearly a hundred years. The strongest one now should be the Li clan in Longxi."

"Li?" Xuantian narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems that Li Yongcai has succeeded."

Xuantian asked again: "Who is the clan who is not born?"

"It's an ancient martial arts family."

"Sure enough!" Xuantian's eyes narrowed, "In the battle back then, the man suggested that the clan was too strong and separated the capturing commander from the clan. Now it seems that he has succeeded. If this is the case, the martial arts are thin, which is reasonable."

Zhang Xuan hurriedly asked, "Senior Xuantian, what exactly did you talk about in the battle back then?"

Regarding the relationship between the clan and the ancient martial arts family, there has always been a fog. It is placed in front of Zhang Xuan's eyes. The fog cannot be removed, making Zhang Xuan feel like he is stuck in his throat.

"That battle..." Xuan Tian showed a look of memory on his face, and then waved his hand, "Forget it, it's been so long, it's better not to mention it. After all, we have never had a chance to go out again when we enter here. Those troubles and trivial matters have nothing to do with us. Come with me, I have something to ask you."
Chapter completed!