Fairy way

Xiao Qianyou came to Wenxinhui, and he had to find a valid reason.

Otherwise, at this juncture, there will be some sensitivity after all.

So when he learned that there was a change in the Holy Land, he was very excited. The issue of the Holy Land was naturally a big problem, and he needed to report it to the Wenxinhui.

The interests of many forces are already closely related to Wenxinhui, so for them, they absolutely do not want Wenxinhui to be destroyed.

Reiki concentration decreased?The big deal is to set up a few more spirit gathering arrays.

But if Wenxinhui collapses, they will suffer too much loss.

Too big to accept.

Because many forces have become powerful because of their attachment to Wenxinhui, and Xuanwuzhuang is a good example.

And the most important point is that Wenxin will have a holy place full of traces of saints. Entering it, the effect of enlightenment is even better than that of the gods.

It was too addictive.

In comparison, a slight drop in spiritual energy concentration was nothing at all.

Xiao Qianyou led the little white dragon to the holy place guarded by Xuanwuzhuang.

Along the way, Xiao Qianyou also tried his best to explain things about the Holy Land.

"About after the great war, that is, three months ago, the holy land gradually changed, and the brand of the saint became more and more obvious, and even materialized." Xiao Qianyou said.

Little Bailong was quite amazed and amazed, and couldn't help thinking: What is the situation that the saint's brand has materialized?

He actually doesn't know much about these.

But it didn't prevent him from pretending to be calm and breezy.

"Don't worry, maybe it's just the birth of a saint, which caused some residual power to be activated, and it will be fine after a while." Xiao Bailong said lightly.

Xiao Bailong felt that he must be very handsome.

In the face of questions about saints, you can also point out Jiangshan at will, without paying attention to appreciation at all.

Xiao Qianyou showed a sudden look: That's it.

He felt now that maybe it was.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the white dragon of the demon ancestor level.

No wonder Chairman Lin Xi wanted to abdicate to make way for the virtuous.

"By the way, how is Wenxinhui doing recently?" Xiao Bailong asked casually.

Xiao Qianyou said in a respectful voice: "There are already 120 three allies, ninety of which are immortal clans, and the rest are some immortal clans. We have been following President Lin's instructions and want to join the forces of Wenxinhui. They all need to go through layers of screening.”

"Well, not bad, it's developing well." Xiao Bailong was elated.

It turned out that he already had so many subordinates.

Although it is estimated that the strength is not very good, but the number is large enough, and tens of thousands of monks can fly out with a single call, the battle is also very bluffing.

While talking, the two had already arrived at the mountain gate of Xuanwu Village.

Since joining the Wenxinhui, the expansion of Xuanwuzhuang's power has never stopped.

Now the overall strength has been greatly improved.

Many elders also made breakthroughs. Apart from the lack of a semi-saint of their own, Xuanwu Village already has the qualifications to become a great sect.

"Master." The disciples outside the mountain gate saluted one after another.

Xiao Qianyou nodded slightly, and then introduced Xiaobailong: "This is the president of the Wenxinhui, hurry up and salute."

The disciples of Xuanwu Village naturally didn't dare to ask more questions after hearing the words, and saluted respectfully and tremblingly, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Xiao Bailong felt very satisfied, and said inscrutablely: "Take me to the Holy Land to see."

"President, please follow me." Xiao Qianyou quickly led the little white dragon to the holy land.

Soon the two came to the holy land that Xuanwu Village was in charge of guarding.

In fact, Lin Xi had already taken away the holy land of Xuanwu Village in the earliest days, and Lin Xi believed that Xuanwu Village was reliable, so Lin Xi handed it over to them for management.

It was a secluded valley.

No one dared to touch the things in it.

Even a stone or a plant may have some kind of imprint.

Therefore, holy places tend to remain as they are.

A trickling stream, clear to the bottom, passing through the path in the green bamboo forest, you can see an old decayed wooden bridge over the stream.

This wooden bridge seemed to collapse at any moment, after all, it had existed for such a long time.

But there seems to be a mysterious force that keeps it in its original form.

Of course, no one dared to try to see if it was really indestructible.

Passing the wooden bridge is a dilapidated wooden house with creaking wooden doors and a rough fence around the outside, which can vaguely see the traces of living here.

"It's well preserved." Xiao Bailong said to himself.

Xiao Qianyou said in a low voice: "President Long, this is here. This should be the place where an ancient sage lived in old age, and there are many traces. But most of them are traces of life. This ancient sage seems to rarely use the power of a saint. , so there are not many marks for enlightenment."

"The traces of life seem to be a hidden saint who is tired of worldly strife?" Xiao Bailong couldn't help thinking: "Will such a saint actually leave some treasures in the small wooden house where he lives, waiting for future generations to discover. "

Xiao Qianyou didn't know what Xiao Bailong was thinking, but continued: "In the past, these brand marks were very faint, but I don't know why they have become more obvious recently."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Xiao Bailong said something casually, then concentrated his monster power in his eyes, the eyes were shining with silver light, and looked into the wooden house.

He actually saw clearly the figure of a hunchbacked old man.

The hunchbacked old man moved very slowly, moving slowly in the wooden house. He looked so old that it was extremely difficult to get up and drink tea.

Xiao Bailong saw the hunchbacked old man sleeping and eating in the wooden house, holding up the wood with vicissitudes of life and carving carefully, although he was slow but extremely serious.

The old man would walk out of the hut every day, fetch water and wash rice for cooking by the stream, and then go around to the backyard to feed the chubby old hens, often showing a satisfied and happy smile.

Although old, he enjoys himself and lives contentedly.

Looking at such a life, Xiao Bailong couldn't help but smile, and a little longing and longing arose in his heart.

"Wait, why am I laughing? Uncle Benlong doesn't like this kind of ordinary life the most." Xiao Bailong couldn't help but became confused, and then his heart was terrified.

Oops, I was affected by this brand!

Xiao Bailong hastily closed his eyes and erased the image in his mind.

Seeing the appearance of Xiao Bailong, Xiao Qianyou naturally guessed that the other party had seen it, and said in a low voice: "The imprint of a saint is too deep, and it will unconsciously affect the surrounding environment and people. Once enlightenment falls into it, there is a danger of losing your mind. .”

"This hunchbacked old man is actually a saint." Xiao Bailong couldn't believe it.

But the truth was before his eyes.

The phantom I saw was definitely a saint.

It just seemed so ordinary that Xiao Bailong completely lost his vigilance.

"Is there anyone in Xuanwu Village who is deeply involved in it because of enlightenment in the Holy Land?" Xiao Bailong turned his head to look at Xiao Qianyou.

Xiao Qianyou sighed helplessly: "There are a few elders who are out of their minds, that's why I rushed to Wenxinhui in such a hurry."

"Sure enough." Xiao Bailong thought to himself.

Even his mind was affected.

Not to mention others.

But this is really interesting, the saint's brand will become more and more profound.

"The old sage's method is really unimaginable, but why is it like this." The little white dragon bloomed with silver light all over his body, and a terrifying dragon soul imprint slowly emerged from his chest.

This dragon soul is also a small white dragon, and it melted into nothingness in just a moment.

Xiao Bailong closed his eyes, carefully feeling everything in the Holy Land.

Xiao Qianyou retreated carefully, not daring to make any sound.

For fear of disturbing the little white dragon's spellcasting.

Sudden problems in the Holy Land must have existed. If they are ignored, it may develop into a very bad thing, and even lose the Holy Land.

That loss is not small.

How could Xiao Bailong sit idly by.

At this moment, he was going to use his tyrannical dragon soul to forcibly touch the saint's brand.

"After all, it's just a brand. How strong can it be? I'm a dragon soul in its prime." Xiao Bailong controlled the dragon soul without hesitation, and entered the wooden house.

Follow the dragon soul into the wooden house.

The temperature of the wooden house seems to have dropped a bit.

At this moment, Xiao Bailong can feel the brand of the ancient sage more intuitively.

This is not only good for enlightenment.

But also to explore the weirdness of the appearance of the saint's brand.

The hunchbacked old man who was eating leisurely in the wooden house suddenly raised his head, looked at the white dragon soul in front of him, a look of curiosity flashed across his wrinkled face, he hesitated for a while and then said, "You are?"

The Dragon Soul shook violently.

What the heck.

This is obviously a brand.

It's just a trace of life left by a strange saint, why can I communicate with myself?And it looks so realistic, as if it is a real person.

"What are you?" Xiao Bailong looked very solemn.

The old man showed a simple smile: "You little dragon is really interesting. You came to my house and asked me who I am."

Xiao Bailong gasped.

He's really communicating with himself.

Xiao Bailong stared at the old man, feeling cold in his heart: "Who are you?"

"Me?" The old man was very puzzled: "Can't you tell, it's just a lonely old man living in seclusion in the outside world, living in a dilapidated wooden house, without care, without children, and you are here looking for someone? Then you are afraid Wrong place."

"Finding a mistake? Are you a lonely old man?" Xiao Bailong couldn't help it: "This is a holy place, you are just a brand, why do you have your own will?"

This weird thing is really confusing.

"Holy place..."

"brand......"

The hunchback old man's eyes became confused, he looked down at his hands, seemed to be thinking about something, but frowned in distress.

He couldn't remember who he was.

Can't remember why I'm here.

Why... live here all the time.

Why did I not feel surprised or afraid when a dragon broke into my house?

who am I?

The next moment, all the confusion in the old man's eyes dissipated, turning into a bottomless abyss, revealing an arrogance that looked down on the world.

His back is no longer bent, his movements are no longer slow, and the wrinkles on his face are slowly disappearing.

The whole body is shrouded in the vast fairy light.

Like a majestic peak.

"Thousands of people have thousands of faces, and they are all immortals."

"Disdainful of the world, eternally invincible"

"I'm not a lonely old man living in seclusion."

"Seeing eternal life in reincarnation, controlling life and death."

"I am... the Holy One of Reincarnation! Heavenly King Ce."

The tall and straight figure was bathed in fairy light, and the gorgeous light tore through the sky, as if a terrible god was recovering.