Chapter 2433 Inheritance (One More)

"Alas..." The skinny young man rubbed the case, shook his head and said with emotion: "Our luck is really bad, and we just got the lottery!"

"If you smoke it, admit it. Someone has to stay." Another chubby young man knelt down and wiped the floor, slowly wiping bit by bit, patiently and meticulously, while laughing: "We only have one month, what can we do?" Well, maybe the suzerain will have rewards, and when the time comes to enter the secret realm and add rewards, we will definitely be able to catch up with them!"

"That's it, it's impossible to get the suzerain's reward!" The skinny young man snorted, "It's not that you don't know the suzerain's temper. He rarely praises people, but criticizes them!"

"That was in the past. It's different now." The chubby young man smiled and said, "This is an extraordinary time. If you want everyone to be willing to stay and clean, who would want to do it without sweets?"

"So what if you don't want to? Who dares to disobey the order of the suzerain? Is it possible that you will rebel against the sect because of this?"

"How can it be."

"That's it." The thin young man snorted and said, "The suzerain is not afraid that we will have second thoughts. Seeing that our Tianfeng sect is about to rise against the wind and shine in the world, who would have second thoughts?"

"Junior Brother Zheng, you said that those twelve ancestors really lived for ten thousand years?" The chubby young man said curiously: "I feel a little confused, how could it be possible to live for ten thousand years, and it's not like going to the next level!"

Under normal circumstances, the lifespan is a thousand years, and some people with higher cultivation levels may break through a thousand years and reach two thousand years.

10,000 years, think about it, it is out of reach, and I am extremely envious, but unfortunately it is impossible to reach 10,000 years of life in this world, otherwise why do you have to go to the next level of heaven, it is very good here.

"Well, it should be right." The thin young man nodded and said: "These twelve ancestors are clearly recorded in the genealogy, and their origins are very clear, so there is no mistake."

"Could it be the descendants of those ancestors?" the chubby young man asked.

"Hehe...they were the only ones in the secret realm back then, and there were no women." The skinny young man shook his head and smiled, "Besides, there is still the bloodstone, so it is impossible to make a mistake."

The bloodline stone can identify a person's identity, as long as the blood is dripped on the stone, his name will be reflected, and it will never be wrong. This is also an act of the sect to prevent other sect disciples from impersonating.

All the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect have the ability to change, but in the Heavenly Demon Sect, it is as difficult as climbing into another sect, because of various defensive methods, each sect has its own methods, and the sects without enough methods have long been It will be extinct.

"That's true." The chubby young man nodded slowly and said, "When will we be able to have that kind of cultivation... It's really earth-shattering, beyond imagination!"

"No matter how powerful it is, it's not because Wu Yuansi killed four people." The skinny young man snorted.

The chubby young man's complexion suddenly changed, he turned his head to look around, then ran outside the hall door to scan around, and when he came back, he widened his eyes and said, "Senior brother Zheng, are you crazy? How dare you say that!"

The skinny young man snorted and said, "You can't even say that?"

"To be heard by the elders, that would be terrible!" The chubby young man shook his head and said, "Did you not see the expressions on the faces of the elders, they are worse than dead parents."

The skinny young man sneered, curling his lips: "How can there be immortals? Unless it's Asura!"

"Okay, okay, work, work!" The chubby young man was frightened by his words, and didn't dare to listen again, otherwise he didn't know what shocking words he was going to say.

The thin young man's mouth couldn't be idle. After cleaning the case, he wiped the shelf next to him and said, "How do you think this Wu Yuansi practiced? Ten thousand years, he is about the same age as us, right? "

"Oh...it can't be compared like this." The chubby young man sighed.

He also felt frustrated. He was also a young man, not to mention he was the head of a sect, and he had an earth-shattering cultivation, but he was cleaning the floor here. Thinking about it, he felt that his life was in vain, and he might as well die.

But he said in his mouth: "It is said that this Wu Yuansi is not only amazing in aptitude, but also in luck. Unknown, none of the sword masters escaped with their lives, and all of them were killed by the demon sword."

"No matter how you die, they always live a vigorous life. Unlike us, we can't enter the secret realm. We have to wait for a month. After a month, other people have already left us behind!" The skinny young man said angrily. Throw a rag.

The chubby young man smiled wryly: "Others are others, and you are yourself. Each has its own way. Maybe we are lucky to run into luck, encounter adventures in the secret realm, and then soar into the sky!"

"Haha..." The skinny young man laughed loudly, nodded and said, "That's not sure!"

They talked cheerfully and again with energy.

Chu Li stood aside shaking his head and smiling. Everyone was unwilling to be ordinary, and wanted to change their fate to soar into the sky. It was just that their luck was good enough.

He has already read what is presented in their minds, they don't know where the secret place is, even if something happens, they don't need to report it, they can go to the secret passage to escape, and the sect will naturally find them.

They don't even know the driving method of the guardian array, so they can't do anything.

When they left the hall, the hall was completely new.

Chu Li came to the painting again, scrutinized it carefully, and sensed it attentively. After a long while, he was able to conclude that there was an aura of emptiness in the painting.

If someone else knew it, they would have no choice but to destroy it. He has the ability to control the sky with demons.

He couldn't help but feel refreshed. Could it be that this painting is the entrance to the secret realm?

He thought it was very possible, the secret realm was secret and secret, no one knew where its entrance was, it was between nothingness and reality, and it was not surprising that the entrance was in a painting.

All his spirits were condensed into one, and the Heavenly Demon Controlling the Sky technique wrapped the painting.

There was a loud "bang" in his ear, like thunder, shaking his mind, his whole body seemed to be shocked by electric shock, he couldn't control his numbness, which surprised him, and hurriedly activated the Heavenly Demon Sutra.

His mind suddenly jumped, and he entered a void, just like the void in his mind, but it was not the void in his mind, without the existence of Buddhas and demons.

Standing in the void was a handsome middle-aged man, wearing a blue shirt with his hands behind his back, the blue shirt could not move in the wind, elegant and unrestrained like a fairy.

The handsome middle-aged man glanced at Chu Li, nodded his head lightly, then slowly opened his posture, performed a set of palm techniques, and then explained the heart technique of this set of palm techniques in a calm and clear voice.

Chu Li was surprised while studying, but he didn't expect that this was the authentic Tianfeng palm, and the mental method mentioned was the pure Tianfeng mental method.

Junyi's middle-aged man urged the palm technique over and over again, and the void gradually swelled with strong winds. The howling wind could not stand still and wanted to blow him away, but he stood firmly with pure and powerful spiritual strength and watched him wave his palms. .

Every time the palm technique is different, Tianfeng's palm technique is exquisite, and the changes are extremely complicated, which is the pinnacle of palm technique.

The middle-aged Junyi kept urging his palms, and his palms were all different. He had already practiced ten sets of palms, and the howling wind became more and more fierce. piece of void.

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