Chapter three hundred and ninety seventh true and false ancestors
Chapter 397: True and False Ancestor
Naturally, Lin Xuan has never met the ancestor of Hunyuan, but this person is definitely not the legendary old monster in the Yuan Ying stage. He can be sure of this. There is no other reason. The Nine Heavens Xuan Gong that Lin Xuan practices is Taoist.
The supreme truth includes the magical power to see through disguises.
Break through illusions and deceptions!
The old man in front of me seemed to have been transformed using magic.
Although Lin Xuan has limited skills and cannot see through his true face, all he needs to know is that someone is pretending to be him.
What happened, and where is the Hunyuan Ancestor?
Lin Xuan felt something was wrong in his heart. It seemed that leaving immediately was the right choice, but when he saw that the elixir was about to be obtained, he would regret it for the rest of his life if he gave up. Even if it was a gamble, he still had to give it a try.
"Master, this witchcraft conference has been successfully concluded. All the disciples who have entered the top twelve are here. They come from nine tribes in total." The old man surnamed Ye took a step forward and spoke with great respect.
The other two masters of the Dzogchen realm, Yun Feng and the middle-aged woman, were equally arrogant and did not dare to show off.
"Yes." Ancestor Hunyuan nodded, and his eyes swept over the faces of the twelve young wizards one by one. They all looked extremely excited, and so did Lin Xuan, but he was naturally sneering in his heart.
The rest is simple. Witchcraft conferences have been held countless times in the past million years, so everyone knows exactly what to do.
Burning incense, worshiping ancestors, and a series of extremely complicated rituals took two hours before they were finally completed.
Lin Xuan was naturally impatient, but he could only hold back.
"Okay, you all come up here and receive the elixir." Ancestor Hunyuan said calmly with his eyes half open and half closed.
The young wizards who entered the top twelve were all overjoyed. For them, the elixir was of secondary importance. After all, they had no use for it. What they were really interested in was that they could pay homage to the ancestor of Hunyuan.
This is not only an honor. Two hundred years ago, a young wizard from a small tribe who won third place in the same witchcraft competition was spotted by Ancestor Hunyuan and became his disciple...
The one who won the first place did not receive this kind of treatment. It is not surprising that the so-called chance is what the ancestor values in terms of qualifications. From a spiritual point of view, the third place is better, but there is no famous teacher, and he lacks the spiritual weapon to take advantage of.
After worshiping his ancestor as his teacher, he was like a trapped dragon ascending to heaven. His progress was rapid and unstoppable. He was now a wizard at the pill condensation stage, and he was quite famous among the same level.
If you can be favored by the ancestor, let alone a disciple, even if you are just a registered disciple, the benefits will be countless!
The eyes of these young people were extremely eager, and Lin Xuan naturally noticed it. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and it was pitiful that the people in front of him were not really old monsters in the Nascent Soul Stage. Their performance could be regarded as a wink for a blind man.
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At this time, Lin Xuan also figured out whether the guy in front of him was a fake, and what happened to the Black Moon clan, so why should he bother to think about it. All he had to do was get the elixir, and by the way, there was also a map.
At this point, Lin Xuan turned his head and looked in the direction of Tianxing Palace.
However, this look made him open his mouth. Not only him, but every wizard in the venue all turned their heads. Their faces were full of astonishment, and many people thought they had seen it wrong...
First, an earth-shaking explosion reached their ears, and then the Tianxing Palace, which they regarded as a holy place, actually burst into flames.
In the firelight, countless black strands of light flew out, gathered together, and transformed into a middle-aged man in Confucian robes who was in his forties and with an elegant appearance.
Lin Xuan's face suddenly turned pale.
Haotian Ghost Emperor!
However, at this moment, this old monster's hair was disheveled and his clothes were damaged, as if he had suffered some hidden loss.
Other wizards started talking in panic:
"Who is this person?"
"I haven't seen it before. Could it be that he is an outsider?"
"But his cultivation..."
"It's unfathomable. Could it be that he is an immortal cultivator at the peak of the elixir condensation stage?"
"Not sure."
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Others were just guessing, but Yunfeng, the old man named Ye, and the beautiful middle-aged woman had shocked expressions on their faces and looked at each other.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, who is this person? Why are there other Yuanying stage old monsters in Kuiyue City?"
"I don't know, among the thirty-six tribes of the Moyue Clan, apart from Master, I haven't heard of anyone who has advanced to the Nascent Soul stage." At this moment, the old man named Ye could not care less about his confrontation with Yunfeng, and was dumbfounded.
said.
"Have you noticed, fellow Taoists, that this guy is so full of yin energy that he seems...not human." The beautiful middle-aged woman had not spoken yet, but when she spoke now, it was a bit earth-shattering.
The other two people were naturally shocked after hearing this, and then they turned to look at the Hunyuan Ancestor on the stage. At this moment, this old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage was naturally their backbone.
But at this moment, there was a sound of surprise among the crowd, and another person was seen flying out from the ruins of the star palace.
Tall and with a voice as loud as a bell, isn't he the ancestor of Hunyuan himself?
Then who will be on the stage?
The wizards were in an uproar, and the three old men named Ye looked at each other and without hesitation, they came to the front of the man.
With a flash of inspiration, the three of them sprayed out their magic weapons, surrounding him in the shape of "pin".
"Who are you?" The beautiful middle-aged woman's eyebrows were raised.
However, the man didn't panic, and stretched out his hand to wipe his face, revealing his true appearance, which was a middle-aged wizard with a dark and red face.
"Third Junior Brother, why is it you?" The old man surnamed Ye looked surprised.
Yunfeng and the middle-aged beautiful woman obviously knew this person, and they had the same strange expressions on their faces.
"Elder brother, don't be surprised by these two fellow Taoists. It was Master who ordered me to pretend to be him in order to confuse the Haotian Ghost Emperor."
"What, Ghost Emperor, are they the monsters in the Ghost Canyon?" Yunfeng had a look of horror on his face.
"Yes, the war between Yinhun and the Qin tribe has resumed." The black-faced wizard said with a solemn expression: "This guy came here just to join forces with us to deal with those Qin tribe monks."
"Joining forces is a good idea." Yunfeng touched his chin, showing some interest.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, what you said is wrong. As the saying goes, those who are not of my race will have different hearts. Although we and the Qin race have a blood feud, we are both human beings after all. How can we join forces with the ghosts?" Black face.
The monk frowned and spoke righteously.
After hearing this, Yunfeng didn't make any further distinctions, but the expression on his face clearly showed disapproval.
"Fellow Daoist Ku, since the Haotian Ghost Emperor is here to seek cooperation, why is he so willing to fight with the ancestor?"
"Hmph, these ghosts are not trustworthy at all. Maybe they are willing to cooperate, but seeing that the master is deliberately delaying, they come up with the idea of our Black Moon clan's inherited treasure..." The black-faced wizard said bitterly.