Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 703
The quiet and elegant bamboo house, if it weren't for the faint coercion, it would be hard for people to believe that this would be the place where the two saints sat down for the last time.

After a slight pause in his footsteps, Lu Feng's expression changed slightly, and he immediately approached the bamboo house, stretching out his hand and pushing it forward.

The crisp bamboo door seems extremely fragile, but no matter how Lu Feng uses it, it will not move at all.

"It seems that only the blood of the direct line of the Wu family can be opened, otherwise, even if the saint comes here, there is no way."

Lu Feng thought to himself, this place is transformed by the remote holy domain, and there are too many formations outlined, even a saint can't open it by force.

Then, he looked softly at Wu Xingling next to him, spread his hands and said, "Only the blood of the Wu family can be opened here."

Sure enough, as Lu Feng predicted, when Wu Xingling pressed his palm on the bamboo door, he heard a creak, and the bamboo door that had been closed for a long time finally opened slowly.

A faint holy power swept out from the bamboo house, Lu Feng looked in, first a burst of darkness passed by, and then he saw that there was not much luxury inside, a few tables and chairs were all the decorations.

"Is this the place where the ancestor sits?"

Wu Xingling's face did not have the smile in the past, it was extremely solemn, because she felt a throbbing from the blood.

Lu Feng followed into the bamboo house, his eyes flashed brightly.

This place was arranged by the two sages of Xiaoyao according to the rules of the holy way, so it can be preserved to this day.

On the bamboo table next to it, there was still a pot of wine that hadn't been drunk yet.

Not only that, but there are many traces of the life of Xiaoyao Ersheng in the bamboo house.

The bamboo house is not big, the two of them walked around quickly, and then walked into a study room, from outside they could see two looming figures, sitting cross-legged quietly.

"This is the ancestor!"

Seeing those two figures, Wu Xingling's eyes became hot, and he screamed in surprise.

"The holy body of the second sage of Xiaoyao!"

Lu Feng was also surprised.

Although the two holy bodies in front of him have been sitting and melting for 10 years, Sheng Yun has deployed many methods before to keep his body from decaying. Now it looks like it is still full of flesh and blood, as if sleeping.

The Xiaosheng on the left is a middle-aged man, with a majestic majesty without anger on his face, his eyebrows are as sharp as a sharp sword, as if he is in charge of killing, but his eyes looking at Xiaosheng are extremely gentle.

Yaosheng is an intellectual and virtuous woman, her face with the temperament of a saint seems to make the world dim, and her face is full of watery tenderness.

The two looked at each other and smiled. There was no fear on their faces, but they died peacefully.

"According to the ancestral records, the ancestor was seriously injured and passed away after a hundred years in the ancestral hall."

Wu Xingling's pupils were filled with mist, and seeing the ancestor's body, he was very excited.

She walked into the study slowly, and then knelt down to the Second Sage Xiaoyao with great respect.

Although Lu Feng did not bow down, he bent deeply to show his respect.

After Wu Xingling knelt down, suddenly there was a melodious sound of the zither passing through the ancient times, and it was transmitted from the space to the ears.

The two holy bodies were dimly covered with a layer of dreamlike light, and there were phantoms that seemed to be substantial above their heads, and a strong coercion poured in overwhelmingly.

On Xiaosheng's body, there appeared a tall and majestic middle-aged man in green clothes. His aura was so sharp that the space between his movements seemed to be cut into pieces.

On Yaosheng's body, there is a woman in colorful clothes, the colorful light is like a jumping elf, her eyes are extremely gentle, and her two jade hands are folded on her chest.

"How many years have passed, and finally a younger generation can come here. It seems that my Wu family has not declined."

That Xiaosheng looked down at the two people next to him, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Holy Soul!"

Looking at the two real figures, Lu Feng naturally understood from the radiating soul power that the two saints used the power of the holy way to suppress the last bit of spiritual consciousness, and only waited for the descendants to come.

"Junior Wu Xingling, I have met Xiaoshengyaosheng!"

Wu Xingling could feel the kindness of the two ancestors, and he was extremely shocked.

Compared with the cold holy body before, the holy soul with the consciousness of the two saints was undoubtedly more shocking, and the remote saint gave her a warm feeling.

"There is no need to be too polite. Is the dark age over now? What about my Wu family now?"

That Yaosheng's voice was extremely clear, and his eyes were soft. Even after 10 years of death, he still couldn't forget the juniors of the Wu family. This was the last obsession of the two of them.

"10 years have passed since ancient times, and now the Wu family lives in Tianfu Prefecture. Although there are no saints in the clan, there are also many quasi-sages sitting in the town."

Lu Feng glanced at Wu Xingling who was still in shock, and immediately answered for her, a saint who can suppress a ray of holy soul for 10 years is not something ordinary saints can do.

"Looking at 10 years, it seems that my friends back then protected the Wu family."

Xiaosheng nodded. Back then, he showed his sharpness and offended many saints. He knew that if he died, his family might suffer catastrophe.

And he also knows how difficult it is to attack a saint, and now the development of the Wu family is also being cleaned up.

Soon, Xiaosheng's sharp eyes stared at Lu Feng, even if it was just a holy soul, it could still make people feel the pressure that was hard to breathe.

It is conceivable how powerful Xiaosheng was in ancient times.

"Back then, I set the test, and I could only pass it if I understood the Demon Slayer Eye within half a month and cooperated with my warrior blood. It seems that you, a junior, have succeeded, and you are considered to be somewhat talented."

Looking at Lu Feng, there was also a smile on Xiaosheng's stern face.

"Is it considered some talent?"

The corner of Lu Feng's mouth twitched fiercely. He was torn apart hundreds of times in the illusory space, and the pain every time was heart-piercing. If it wasn't for his mental toughness, he would have been unable to hold on to that pain.

However, thinking that Xiaosheng was in ancient times, when martial arts were more prosperous, he felt relieved.

It's just that the warriors suffered a lot, and the test set was completely passed by the top geniuses in ancient times.

"Ancestor, the family sent the two of us here this time to seek if there is a chance for sanctification."

Wu Xingling's voice suddenly sounded, his eyes widened, and he looked at the two saints respectfully.

Yao Sheng smiled, and said: "10 years have passed, and our enemies have long since disappeared. They didn't stay in the family before because they were afraid that it would bring disaster, but now they can be left to you."

From Yaosheng's soft voice, Lu Feng could feel the love of the two saints for the family.

If you don't have the strength to protect the treasure, leaving it rashly is not a blessing, but a catastrophe.

"But before that, Xiaosheng and I also left some opportunities for the younger generation, let's seize the time to practice first."

Xiaosheng and Yaosheng looked at each other, and with a wave of their hands, a cloud of milky white light surrounded the two of them in the study, and a dreamlike light appeared above their heads.

The gentle power is like a cradle, extremely comfortable.

"You two refine it together. This thing is the source of the holy power refined from the saints of the evil gods I killed."

Xiaosheng's solemn voice resounded immediately, and immediately the two of them touched each other with their hands attracted by a force.

In the rays of light, clusters of power continuously poured into the flesh and blood of the two along the pores.

"Excellent junior, although I can't leave the ancestral hall to see the current Wu family, I can still spend the last period of time with Yaosheng now. I will not waste my life."

Xiaosheng looked at the two people wrapped in the light ball, looked up at the sky, smiled slightly, and couldn't help holding the hand of Yaosheng's holy soul next to him.

(End of this chapter)