"Xiaoran, do you think the destruction of the domain this time was natural? With your ability, you can't save it." Bai Ling'er frowned, with an innocent and cute look. She really loved the other men.
Yes.
Xiaoran? This is Leng Xiaoran, the most prestigious water saint among the ten saints back then. Ten thousand years later, the seal is released, and they are still as young as they were back then.
Only then did Leng Xiaoran speak, "I don't know, I feel a little stuck in my heart."
"Don't think too much, your burden is too heavy." Bai Ling'er's eyes showed distress, and she wanted to grab Leng Xiaoran's hand to comfort him, but he avoided it.
The ten people have now left the countryside. Since the ten people did not want to appear among the world, they flew to the Holy Clan in the sky. The mountains and rivers at their feet retreated sharply, and the white clouds in the sky were enchanting and lingering. "Huh! The world is still comfortable now." Meng Meisheng
She has a slumped waist, which is really a feast for the eyes. Her figure is convex at the front and concave at the back, with weak bones.[
The scenery in front of me flew by, and in Leng Xiaoran's eyes, I could find the memories of the past, the sword after sword, the flying traces of blood, the boldness of the roaring mountains and rivers. Ever since Leng Xiaoran left the domain, he has been worried about everything.
The uneasiness is even worse.
After flying thousands of miles, it was already past noon and we had naturally entered Jiangnan. Historically, Jiangnan was a region beautified by literati. It reflected the ancient people's yearning for a better life and was a paradise in people's minds.
.
Jiangnan is wonderful, and the scenery is familiar to me in the past. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. How can we not remember Jiangnan?
The scenery under your feet is pleasant, every tree and flower is full of spring, birds are chirping, and the fragrance of flowers is astonishing. Everyone can't extricate themselves from wandering in this pleasant and beautiful scenery. Everyone has fallen to the ground, walking on the green grass, feeling
With the baptism from spring, a call of life, all the frustrations of failure after thousands of years are melted away.
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Today, 10,000 years later, the current strength of the Ten Holy Sons is no longer what it used to be, and their strength is only level 5. Therefore, everyone's flight is not that fast, so it took nearly ten days of flying before everyone approached Yanliu Lake.
By the side of Yanliu Lake, willows and magpies are swaying, seeming to welcome everyone. This place is a relatively remote place in the south of the Yangtze River, sparsely populated, and not many people want to come to such a beautiful but completely unpopular lake.
Everyone jumped into the lake, and with a pop, ten waves rose up. The figures of the ten people seemed to be looming in the water, illusory and misty.
The ten people swam very fast in the water, just like fish, teasing the lively fish of various colors in the water. They were startled and fled in all directions, causing a splash of yellow mud. Everyone was free, just thinking
They wanted to enter the clan as soon as possible. Although they spent ten thousand years in deep sleep, they also wanted to harm the saint clan.
Yanliu Lake is crystal clear, and there are many aquatic plants at the bottom of the water, which move with the waves. Leng Xiaoran is like a sharp sword thrust into the stone pavilion at the bottom of the lake. The stone pavilion made of bluestone has not corroded even though it has been underwater for many times.
The surface of the stone pavilion is covered with moss, giving it a heavy ancient atmosphere.
Leng Xiaoran entered the stone pavilion. There was only a stone table in the stone pavilion. There was also a chess set on the stone table. The chess board was covered with white pieces and black pieces. Because the green moss had already covered the chess game, no one knew what was going on.
Leng Xiaoran slapped the stone table, and a stream of green sludge suddenly rose up. Everyone saw it and did not hesitate to avoid it. A rumbling friction sound came from the bottom of the water, and the stone table gradually sank to the bottom of the stone pavilion. Then,
In the position of the stone table, a three-meter-high bluestone tablet stretches out. The stone tablet is engraved with various strange runes and cinnabar diagrams.
There was a light-colored handprint directly in front of the stone tablet. Then Leng Xiaoran raised his right hand and pressed it on the handprint. Then the stone tablet suddenly emitted seven-colored light, and then the seven-colored light gradually spread to the ten people, and he shouted
.The figures of the ten people disappeared into the stone pavilion at the bottom of the lake.
Outside a majestic city made of black stone, ten figures suddenly appeared. When the ten people's eyes lit up, everyone was stunned. They seemed to feel that this place was strange, and they seemed to have come to the wrong place. "Changes"
It’s so big, is this still a saint?” Qian Jiahui’s eyes widened and his mouth opened so much that he could fit ten steamed buns.
"Tsk, tsk, did I read that correctly?" Jianjian touched her chin and asked doubtfully.
"The times are advancing so fast. We seem to be lagging behind." Zhu Er finally spoke.
But only Leng Xiaoran looked at this strange world in silence. The saints who were originally full of family affection seemed to have changed. The city was exuding a graceful and luxurious atmosphere, or it might be a feeling of corruption. Ten people walked into the city.
In the center, looking to the left and right at the bustling streets and alleys, the hustle and bustle is just like a city outside.
Everyone was quite surprised by this, "Yeah!" Leng Xiaoran suddenly realized something was wrong.
"There is an outsider!" Bai Ling'er narrowed her eyes slightly, approached Leng Xiaoran and whispered softly.
"It seems that the Holy Clan is completely different from before. They will boldly bring outsiders into the Holy Land regardless of the clan rules." Leng Xiaoran said in a deep voice.[
After listening to the words of the two men, everyone's breath froze, and the muscles all over their bodies were tense, as if they wanted to attack at any time.
"Xiaoran, why are there outsiders? What are these ten thousand-year-old saints doing?" Meng Mei had a cold look in her eyes, and slowly slid a red poisonous rose thorn off her right wrist.
"Don't act rashly." Leng Xiaoran warned softly.
Everyone's hearts gradually sank, and there was a tight feeling in their chests. "Next, we should go to the patriarch's mansion." Bai Ling'er said softly to everyone.
The Patriarch's Mansion should be the tallest building in Black Stone City. Leng Xiaoran raised his head slightly and quickly saw that not far ahead was where everyone needed to go.
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After walking for half an hour, everyone came to a majestic and gorgeous palace. Its luxury was no less than that of the three famous cities in China. Everyone wanted to enter, but unexpectedly, they were blocked by the guards at the door, "No one is allowed to enter without permission."
Patriarch's Mansion." A guard raised his hands to block the ten people.
"You!" Qian Jiahui was furious and wanted to fight the guards immediately, but was stopped by Leng Xiaoran with one hand.
I saw Leng Xiaoran taking out a beautifully carved white jade waist badge from his pocket with his right hand. "Oh, it turns out they are some adults. I'm blind to you, so please forgive me." The guard took a breath of cold air and looked in front of him in horror.
waist badge, and then immediately showed a flattering look.
"Hmph!" Everyone was very disgusted by this. Seeing that their own tribesmen looked like villains and cowards, please don't criticize them. However, Leng Xiaoran's expression has returned to its original calmness, and his eyes are as calm as a square.
As deep as a deep pool.
Everyone entered the patriarch's mansion, which was very large. They were led by an attendant to the patriarch's office. "Please come in." A majestic and calm voice came from the room.
Leng Xiaoran hesitated slightly at the door, and then opened the door casually and entered. Seeing a young man entering the patriarch's office room, the expression of the middle-aged man in the room remained unchanged, but his eyes changed, but as the
Leng Xiaoran hesitated for a moment at the door, and then opened the door casually and entered. She saw a young man entering the patriarch's office room. The expression of the middle-aged man in the room remained unchanged, but his eyes changed.
The middle-aged man didn't ask any questions.
"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man's voice was quiet and there was nothing wrong with it. However, his heart was full of doubts. The auras of these ten people were clearly members of the Holy Clan, so the identity of this distinguished guest was unknown.
Where did it come from.
Leng Xiaoran took out the waistband again. The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly changed when facing the waistband, and his pupils shrank.
"You are... the Ten Holy Sons! Your seal has been lifted. It's great." The middle-aged man was very excited.
Regarding the middle-aged man's expression, Leng Xiaoran remained unchanged and said calmly: "Yes. We are back."
There seems to be something hidden deep in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes indicate that he has been very tired over the years.
"The Saints seem to have changed a lot over the years."
"Yes, the Saint Clan has changed a lot, really a lot." After saying this, the middle-aged man's eyes naturally darkened.
"Ten thousand years, ten thousand years before and after, just like the two, is it the progress of the times or the decline of human nature..."
"This..." The middle-aged man seemed to have something to hide.
"There are unexpectedly outsiders entering the sanctuary. What is left of the saints who have lost their mystery? The lamb has been hiding under the wolf's skin. No matter how fierce the wolf's skin is, it can't scare away the cunning fox." Leng Xiaoran continued.
Are these calm words, but is he calm in his heart? I am afraid that even the Holy Son, who is also his companion, may not know.[
"This..." the middle-aged man said again, "I'm so ashamed."
The two fell into a period of silence. No one spoke in the whole room, and the atmosphere was very depressed.
After that, after a moment, the middle-aged man seemed to have lost his patience and spoke again, "I...the changes of the Saint Clan are all due to me."
"Why did the patriarch say this?" Leng Xiaoran's eyes showed a little disdain.
"Clan leader? Haha, I am not the clan leader, there is another clan leader, and the clan leader has not been in the Saint Clan water system for many years." There was a lot of information in the middle-aged man's words.
Hearing these words of this man, Leng Xiaoran's eyes couldn't help but froze. What about the clan leader changing his position? "Can you explain it more clearly?"
Leng Xiaoran's tone exuded an unquestionable aura. Even though Leng Xiaoran's strength had dropped so low, the middle-aged man also felt a pressure. "The current patriarch is Yan Rulie from the fire lineage.
and……"
Leng Xiaoran was silent as if waiting for the middle-aged man to finish his words. "And it has been many years since the patriarch of the Holy Clan was not of the water system. Thousands of years ago, due to a major event, the patriarch of the Saint Clan changed his position. I am the current leader.
Leng Quan, deputy leader of the water system."
Leng Xiaoran's eyes changed and became deeper, like a whirlpool black hole that could make anyone's soul fall into it. "Yan Rulie?"
At this moment, a loud voice came, "Hahaha, who is this distinguished guest? I'm sorry, let..." A tall man with a strong knight like a rainbow opened the door and rushed in like a bull.
, but when he saw the ten cubs in the room, his expression froze.
"Huh? Haha, I kept you waiting for a long time." Fortunately, he is the current patriarch of the Saint clan, and he doesn't want to be as straightforward as the other fire clan members.
"These patriarchs are the Ten Saint Sons who have been sealed in the realm for ten thousand years." Leng Quan was very respectful, especially when he introduced the Ten Saint Sons.
"Oh, it turns out to be the Tenth Holy Son. I apologize for not greeting him." Yan Rulie looked unusually bold and bold. Although his words were respectful, his tone and eyes were not respectful at all.
"Haha, the patriarch has many things to do, but he is very busy!" Leng Xiaoran said to Yan Rulie with a slight smile.
At this time, Leng Quan had already left the main seat. Yan Rulie sat on the large chair and looked at the ten people with a rather arrogant expression, "Why did the Ten Saints come back this time?"
"Hmph, what's the matter? Do I have to report to this junior like you when I get home?" Regarding Yan Rulie's arrogance, each of the ten saints was angry and resentful, and Qian Jiahui, who had a rather excited temper, said loudly.
However, Leng Xiaoran then stopped what he might say next with one hand. However, Leng Xiaoran would not say anything to apologize to Yan Rulie.
"Of course I came back to see the Holy Clan this time, but my return this time is not in vain. The rapid changes of the Saint Clan really amaze us. The Saint Clan has undergone earth-shaking changes, and you, Patriarch, take the credit.
How great." Leng Xiaoran hid every word.
Yan Rulie naturally understood in his heart, but no matter how disrespectful he was, he could not do anything excessive, so Yan Rulie swallowed his anger this time.
However, Yan Rulie is also a person who does not want to be outdone, otherwise he would not have become the clan leader. "This time the Ten Holy Sons returned to the clan, they don't seem to be looking very good. Could it be..."
With Yan Rulie's strength, he could easily tell at a glance what the strength of the Ten Saint Sons was, so he wanted to use this to mock the Ten Saint Sons.
However, this time Lengquan came forward and said, "The Ten Holy Sons sacrificed their old age and youth to protect our clan. He is indeed a heroic figure who can sing and cry. It is really hard work to return to the clan this time. We can't wait for the residence of the Ten Holy Sons in the future."
No changes have been made with permission. If the Ten Holy Sons are not used to living there, we will arrange a good suite for you."
Lengquan's meaning is very obvious, that is, to give the Ten Holy Sons a step up, and then take them away from this place of right and wrong.
Leng Xiaoran also understood that there was no benefit in spending time here, so she went down the steps of Lengquan.
"For ten thousand years, the ten of us have worked hard to keep the territory intact. The ten of us should stay in our own homes. After all, this is our home." Leng Xiaoran said something shocking, indicating that he belongs to this holy clan.
The person is the holy son of the holy clan and the master of the holy clan.
Yan Rulie narrowed his eyes slightly, and the aura in his body was released and then retracted. Then, he kowtowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry for frightening the Tenth Holy Son."
The target of this aura was the Ten Holy Sons, causing one of the ten people to stagger. However, Leng Xiaoran did not move. Her calm eyes and deep gaze suddenly attracted Yan Rulie, and Yan Rulie fell into it like a whirlpool.
.
"Patriarch." Leng Quan was startled and patted Yan Rulie's shoulder. Yan Rulie was as if awakened from a big dream, sweating profusely all over his body. There was a kind of horror in his eyes, and he didn't understand how this holy son did it.
This is the oppression and restriction caused by the superior bloodline on the inferior bloodline. "I will lead the way for the Ten Holy Sons." Leng Quan was horrified in his heart, but his face was calm. He wanted to break up the momentum of both parties as soon as possible.
"Don't bother the deputy chief. We still know where our home is." Leng Xiaoran then led everyone away. When leaving, Leng Xiaoran glanced at the deputy chief intentionally.
Leng Quan was slightly startled by this, as if he was wondering what Leng Xiaoran's move meant.
However, Yan Rulie's heart was filled with rage, and after the Ten Holy Sons left, his eyes were filled with blazing flames.
"snort."
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