The old man's tone was very soft, with a hint of spring breeze, like a slightly cool and refreshing mountain rain, slowly pouring on Chen Fan's heart, allowing Chen Fan to gradually return to normal.

"Thank you, elders!" Chen Fan bowed slightly.

"This time I'm going to draw the sword to protect you. I hope you will raise your hand to protect the sect in the future." An old man with a cold face said softly, his voice lingering like a sword energy.

"I hope you are the one who can lead the sect to stand in the sky." This voice was filled with hope, as if you had already seen the scene of rulership in the world from now on.

"Chen Fan must do his best to live up to expectations." Chen Fan said calmly, the immortal blood in his body was turbulent, as if there was no wind or wave.

The old masters of the sect smiled and said nothing more, they left one after another, just like when they came, without any trace.

Chen Fan suppressed all the emotions in his heart, took the hundred books that recorded the spirit-raising people into the ring, and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

"The sect has hundreds of thousands of books, but the only ones related to the Lingshengren are talking about a hundred books." Chen Fan murmured to himself, expressionless, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Not long after, Chen Fan summoned the ancient sword Changge from his eyebrows. He reached out to rub the hilt of the sword, feeling the endless sadness and endless desolation coming from the sword.

"As you, who are waiting for the spirit-raising person as the host, know some secrets of spirit-raising persons? Countless people chase spirit-raising persons, and even kill them, I can understand. The sin of possessing a treasure, and the survival of the weak is the iron law of the world. After all, spirit-raising is more or less related to immortals. But what happened to the last disaster?" Chen Fan whispered unconsciously, his eyes were hazy, as if a layer of thick fog was shrouded in his thick fog.

Chen Fan lived in a 100,000 mountain since he was a child. He had seen countless weak creatures become powerful monsters and birds eating their mouths. He also stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at the beasts and crawled to worship him. Therefore, he had already understood this truth and was extremely adaptable.

He was not afraid of fighting in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, nor was he afraid of bleeding until the corpse was gone. But the ending of the spirit-raising man was like a huge stone, with an indescribable weight that was pressing hard on his heart, suffocating him.

Because sooner or later, he will encounter a great disaster like those of his fellow tribes who have appeared before, and then disappear inexplicably on this land. This destiny ending, which was personally proven by many spirit-raising people, is like an invisible texture, imprinted on his destiny.

The known ending, the road to death... This is what Chen Fan is most reluctant to accept.

He did not want to be as dazzling as the ancients, although it was dazzling and brilliant. But in the end he ended up with a suspected death. He did not want to be as beautiful as the cherry blossoms, withering and silence all night, but he wanted to wither and die when the morning light broke through.

He wants to be a sun that hangs in the void and shines on eternal years, rather than a fleeting meteor.

At this moment, the fog in Chen Fan's eyes suddenly turned into a human form. He had black clothes in his left eye, long hair flying, and stood on the ancient throne with a sword. His right eye was white clothes, like a banished immortal coming to the world, stepping on a green lotus and looking down at all. But in an instant, he suddenly disappeared.

At this moment, his mind was clear and his blood roared. Liuli's heart beat three times at a rapid speed, then slowly, and then repeated over and over again. A majestic aura from the ancient times suddenly burst out from its heart.

Then, a blue light flowed, turning into thousands of threads, forming a large net on his body, imprisoning his fierce aura in his body, without revealing it at all.

It turned out that when Chen Fan's eyes were covered with mist, he fell into some strange situation. At this moment, he closed his eyes and fell asleep directly.

After Chen Fan fell asleep, he had a dream, which might be said to be a memory inherited from his bloodline.

Chen Fan in his dream became a breeze, slowly drifting, gently brushing all the way, drifting to an unknown town.

The town is dilapidated, but it is difficult to hide its once beautiful beauty. However, at this moment, the streets are deserted, with broken walls, piles of corpses and blood soaked in bluestone.

But there is a ferry remotely outside the town. In front of the ferry, a young man sat cross-legged with a round blue triangle mark on his eyebrows, and a dilapidated and leaky boat in front of him.

More than a dozen people surrounded it in the sky, but were blocked by a circular ancient mirror. The ancient mirror was mottled and blood-stained.

The young man looked tired and talked to the people in the air, but Chen Fan couldn't hear a slight sound, and even the floating of his mouth seemed to be covered up and could not see it in detail.

But I vaguely identified that the young man was named Wang Shu.

Then, the world was suddenly covered by black smoke, and the river at the ferry crossing soared into the sky, forming a huge water curtain covering the sky, thunder raged and lightning was sprinkled.

The people in the sky suddenly changed their expression and roared and retreated. The water curtain and thunder waterfall were terrifying, but it suddenly shattered.

At this moment, Chen Fan saw a black altar phantom suddenly appear in the boundless black fog. On the altar, a man in white held up an ancient copper lamp and looked up at the sky. The lights were swaying and extremely strange.

Wang Shu, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly disappeared from the place when the altar appeared, and the next moment he appeared on the black altar and turned into a statue.

Then, the ancient mirror shattered violently, and thousands of fragments carried colorful lights and turned into dust in the air, like weathered sand and stones.

The altar slowly disappeared, but Chen Fan found that the man in white who could not see clearly on the altar looked back and looked at him, not knowing whether it was an illusion.

Just as Chen Fan was frightened, he appeared directly in another space irresistibly.

This time, the spirit-raising person is called Sui Ye! He is a domineering and wild man.

The same black smoke filled the sky, the thunder surging, the same black altar, the same white man holding the ancient lamp.

Just like Wang Shu, Sui Ye became the second statue on the altar after the altar appeared.

Next is Zheng Kongming.

Dugu Wushou!

The ending is generally the same.

Chen Fan experienced the process of suffering from the previous spiritual nourishers, and had a little more enlightenment in his heart.

The ending of the Spirit-raising Man is indeed someone who is behind the scenes. It is obviously the white-clothed man, but what is his purpose for turning the Spirit-raising Man into a statue and imprisoned on the altar and what is he going to do?

Chen Fan understood that as long as he found the man in white, he could see through some secrets contained in the blood of the spirit-raising man.

Maybe he doesn't have to search for it, the white clothes will appear in front of him sooner or later.

Then the picture changed again, Chen Fan didn't have to guess at all, and the one who appeared this time must be He Beixiong.

As expected by Chen Fan, Chen Fan was surprised when the black altar appeared again. There was no man in white on the altar and it was replaced by a little girl in red who was about seven years old.

She held the lamp instead of white clothes, with a pious look on her face, and all her movements were flawless.

The little girl's face was clearly exposed to Chen Fan. But strangely, although Chen Fan could see the little girl's face, he forgot it as soon as he saw it.

The little girl's appearance could not be kept in her mind at all, and she even forgot everything when she saw it.

Although Chen Fan was extremely surprised, he didn't care. Because the guess that appeared in his heart at this moment shocked him even more.

In his opinion, the performance of the man in white and the girl in red was more like a sacrifice. They imprisoned the spirit-raising people in the statue, and it is very likely that they were regarded as sacrifices.

Wang Shu, Sui Ye, Zheng Kongming, Dugu Wuwang and He Beixiong, five statues that span thousands of years were arranged on the altar one after another, from the man in white to the girl in red. What are they planning?

The man has lived forever and has not seen the age of old age. He is afraid that he has surpassed the throne and has reached a state where he is only one kowtow to become an immortal. Does he also believe that the spiritual nourishing man is related to immortals and tries to open the immortal gate with the blood of the spiritual nourishing man?

Chen Fan's doubts gradually arise, but the style of painting changes again.

He suddenly stayed somewhere again. Unlike the previous few times, this time he seemed to be forcibly detained here, and his soul was slightly turbulent.

There was nothingness under his feet, and endless black mist condensed. In front of him was pitch black, with chaos aura spreading, a deep and ancient and majestic black staircase that seemed to lead directly to the immortal world appeared in front of Chen Fan.

The black stone steps do not have any decorative patterns, there is no gap between the steps and the steps, which is natural. The black steps are surrounded by deep chaotic energy, which is so dark that it makes people feel cold in their hearts, as if there is some kind of danger in it.

The world is the same color, and there is no sound at all, which makes people unable to help but feel a solemn and majestic. In front of Chen Fan's eyes, except for this cold and majestic black ladder, it is the endless black smoke flowing.

Chen Fan stared at the ancient stone steps, his thoughts kept flowing, but at this moment, Chen Fan's body became unstable and stepped onto the stone steps. His steps continued, and he also went up to the third level. It was as if someone pushed him behind his back.

Chen Fan's whole body was chilling, and his hair stood up. He suddenly turned around and saw that there was no abnormal movement. All he had was the boundless black, which made Chen Fan almost fascinated.

But then, Chen Fan discovered something was wrong. He remembered that he had climbed the third-level stone stairs, but when he saw that there was only black nothingness behind him, and there was no black stairs.

Chen Fan raised his foot toward the Black Void, but he couldn't take any steps. After trying many times, Chen Fan finally gave up and retreated from the stone steps.

He looked up and tried to find the end of the black stone steps, but he saw nothing except the dark stone steps that seemed to have no end.

Chen Fan calmed down and his eyes were calm. He thought that this was the secret in his bloodline that revealed something to him, such as the altar and statue just now, clearly informing him of the final destination of the spiritual cultivation lineage. The appearance of this long black staircase must have its purpose. Chen Fan raised his foot up the stairs, step by step, steady and steady.

After a while, Chen Fan never stopped, but there was still no end ahead, just as he had never moved forward.

Chen Fan took a deep breath and slowly turned around. He walked through the ladder and knew countless Fans, but there was still nothing behind him, leaving no trace of his advance.

There is nothing except the level under your feet!

A trace of enlightenment suddenly flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, just like thunder, giving this strange place a moment of light.

Black smoke, no retreat, the ancient long stone steps.

It turns out... this time, he dreamed of... himself!

Chen Fan turned back and looked up at the end of the stone steps. He only took a look and was bombarded from the dream by a violent force.

Chen Fan suddenly opened his eyes, which contained an extremely hot fighting spirit!

At that glance, he saw a high black altar at the end of the stone steps.

There are three long black steps under the altar, and the other two are vaguely visible, and some are also reaching the top.

But the one he is in is broken!

It is like a natural chasm that completely separates the stone steps and the altar.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!