In the elegant courtyard, in addition to the former purple bamboo forest, there is also an ancient tree rising from the ground, which is shaded by green trees, making the courtyard even more tranquil.
But at this moment, this tranquility was broken by the arrival of three living beings.
They were clearly disciples of the descendants of the ancient gods. They had joined the realm of the ancient gods in the New Mian Period and were only in the Taoist realm. However, they surrounded a young man in white robes with a arrogant attitude.
"Imitate Xiao Ye?"
"He is him, and I am me. The paths we want to take are different."
This white-robed young man looks like a human being, with a purple body. He is obviously the owner of this courtyard. He allowed the three creatures to insult him, but his expression was calm and indifferent, as if he was aloof from something else.
"Made, a branch disciple, your tone is really quite impressive!"
"Looks like I need to give him some color!"
The disciples of the three descendants became more and more angry, and their magical powers fluctuated one after another, and they were about to take action.
"Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Punishment Pavilion when you take action in the sect?"
At this moment, the courtyard door was pushed open, and Xiao Ye stepped in, causing the three descendant disciples to pause and look up.
"punish?"
"Haha, the person in charge of the Punishment Pavilion now is Senior Brother Xuantao who came to the realm of the clans with us. We are just punishing a branch disciple, so how can we be punished?"
When the three descendant disciples looked at Xiao Ye, they all sneered.
"Looking at your appearance, you are quite unfamiliar. You should be a new disciple entering the world of tribes."
"A newcomer dares to meddle in other people's business. This is not a good habit!"
One of the descendant disciples looked even worse.
"oh?"
"If the disciples of the Master of the Punishment Pavilion in our sect really support you, then it would be better for you to abdicate."
Xiao Ye shook his head helplessly when he heard this.
The battles between the ancient god clan, branch disciples and descendant disciples have not changed in the new era.
"abdicate?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three descendant disciples suddenly became condensed.
In the eyes of these new disciples, the disciples of the four major pavilions in the sect have supreme authority.
And the creature in front of him actually said that he wanted to replace the disciple of the Punishment Pavilion?
This tone is really overwhelming!
"who are you?"
While shocked, they also discovered that Xiao Ye was not simple.
Although Xiao Ye's aura was restrained, just standing there gave them a great sense of depression.
"You know this is my former residence, but now that I am standing in front of you, you don't recognize it. It's really ridiculous."
Xiao Ye said quietly.
"You...are you Master Xiao Ye?"
Suddenly, the three descendant disciples trembled, a deep chill swept through their bodies, and their feet and stomachs were cramping.
Xiao Ye's reputation is so great that he can be called the most outstanding disciple of the Ancient God in the past hundred years of the Ancient God clan. His status has long gone beyond the scope of ordinary disciples of the Ancient God.
Even new disciples like them have heard of many deeds.
And looking at the world of ancient gods, I am afraid that no one would dare to impersonate Xiao Ye.
"Xiao...Master Xiao Ye, we are the ones who have offended you. We will leave immediately."
The next moment, the three descendant disciples came to their senses and stuttered when speaking. Under Xiao Ye's gaze, they did not dare to stay and left quickly.
"Xiao Ye, I am a branch disciple Qiye. I entered the realm of the ancient gods a hundred years ago and was accepted by my master."
"Thank you very much this time."
From the beginning to the end, the owner of this courtyard was very calm. After hearing the name Xiao Ye, his expression did not change much. At this moment, he cupped his fists to express his thanks to Xiao Ye, with an indifferent expression and no humility.
This kind of calmness has nothing to do with strength, but is innate.
"It's a small thing, no need to thank you!"
Xiao Ye didn't care and smiled slightly.
But the next moment, his expression changed slightly.
This white-robed young man is only in the middle of the Taoist realm, but his bloodline aura is somewhat unpredictable.
Xiao Ye released his god-level will, as if facing a chaos whose depth was unpredictable.
"How can this be!"
Xiao Ye was shocked.
How powerful is he now that he can't even find out the bloodline level of a mid-level Taoist god?
If this were told, who would dare to believe it?
Moreover, he discovered that the other person's blood aura actually had the same roots as his.
It's like people who have been separated for many years and have the same blood meet each other.
This is a feeling that other Ancient God disciples have never given him!
"You and I are the same first-generation ancient god!" Xiao Ye's heart trembled and he exclaimed in surprise.
"As expected of Xiao Ye, he discovered it so quickly."
"Yes, my first ancient god is indeed Yi Lian." Qiye, the young man in white robe, showed a bright smile.
"This guy is not simple!"
Xiao Ye's expression became serious.
His first generation of ancient gods fell, and his powerful descendants also suffered disaster and disappeared in the long river of time.
After the death of the other party, the innate divine body was subjected to blood refining, and its charm was lost. Although there were many descendants born on their own, this was the first time he encountered one who could inherit the bloodline of the ancient god!
The most important thing is that this Qiye even knows the name of the first ancient god!
"Could it be said that this is the arrangement of the first ancient gods?" Xiao Ye thought a lot.
He knows it very well.
Yi Lian has not really died, and has left many arrangements for his resurrection. Could it be that the young man in white robe in front of him is the opponent's last resort?
"Xiao Ye, if nothing happens, you can leave."
At this moment, the young man in white robe said calmly, and after speaking, he flashed back to the house, making it clear that he wanted to see off the guests.
"This guy……"
Xiao Ye was helpless.
Although this Qiye was only in the middle of the Taoist realm, his calmness and calmness were not fake.
Regarding his first-generation ancient god Yi Lian, Xiao Ye did not want to cause trouble. After pondering for a moment, he turned around and left.
At that moment, he headed to the top of the Purple Mountain Range and directly entered the Mingshu Pavilion.
Up to now, the disciples in charge of the four major pavilions have all been replaced.
But after Xiao Ye revealed his identity, the master disciples of Mingshu Pavilion treated him respectfully.
Xiao Ye, on the other hand, directly stated his intention to come and wanted to learn about the origin of Qiye.
Unfortunately, in the Mingshu Pavilion, there is not much information about Qiye. The only thing they know is that the other party is a branch disciple who came to the realm of the ancient gods a hundred years ago.
"This Qiye suddenly appears in the realm of the ancient gods. It is definitely not simple. You should pay more attention to it in the future."
Xiao Ye thought to himself, no longer thought about it, and returned to Mianyang Palace to continue practicing.
Time passes, and in the blink of an eye, another hundred years have passed.
"Xiao Ye!"
On this day, a majestic voice suddenly entered the Mianyang Palace and resounded in Xiao Ye's ears.
"Master?" Xiao Ye was suddenly awakened and stood up quickly.
This is the ancient god Che Yuanhou, transmitting a message to him.
After more than 100,000 years, is there finally another true mission?
