Primordial War Dragon Art

Chapter 132 Great Elder of the Holy Land!
"The old man asks you, who has been here?"

Seeing Shen Wanhui, staring blankly at the entrance of the Hanyou Secret Palace, the Martial Saint's eyes turned cold.

Immediately, Shen Wanhui was enveloped by an invisible force, and she was directly lifted up by pinching her neck.

"I do not know."

Shen Wanhui came back to her senses, the excitement disappeared from her gloomy eyes.

"You don't know? Didn't you know that you would be so excited to knock down the Tianyou cold liquid that has not yet condensed into a water spirit crystal?"

In the eyes of that Martial Saint, the cold light was even worse, and the invisible force became stronger and stronger, shaking the void.

Shen Wanhui's face became paler, but she didn't say a word.

"Humph."

The Martial Saint snorted coldly, and with a wave of his right hand, he threw Shen Wanhui directly to the center of the palace, where the cold veins of Tianyou gathered.

"Pfft!"

Shen Wanhui, who fell heavily, was shaken violently, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.

"Continue refining the congenital water spirit crystal, and hand in the congenital water spirit crystal on time after two months."

The Martial Saint said coldly.

"You should know that the Youhan Liquid has been exposed to the air these days and can no longer be used. This time it will be delayed for two months..."

Shen Wanhui got up with difficulty, and said without any fluctuation in her voice.

"That's your business. The handing in of the congenital water spirit crystal must not be delayed, otherwise, you will wait to collect the body of your adulterer and evil son."

That Martial Saint spoke coldly, interrupting Shen Wanhui's words.

"If you dare to touch them, I will never let you go!"

Shen Wanhui raised her head suddenly, her originally indifferent and weak gaze became extremely sharp.

"After two months, the old man won't be able to see the new innate water spirit crystals, and you will see their corpses!"

That Martial Saint left a word coldly, and disappeared in the Hanyou Secret Palace in an instant.

"Tianfeng! Xiaoyu!"

In the cold and dead palace, Shen Wanhui slowly closed her eyes. After a while, with a soft murmur, two lines of hot tears flowed down, but they immediately condensed into ice.

……

"Who is it?"

At this time, the Martial Saint appeared at the entrance of the ancient ice cave, carefully watching those barriers.

The more he looked at it, the more shocked his eyes became.

These enchantment restrictions, there is really no trace of cracking or triggering.

If it weren't for them before, they would indeed have sensed a strange atmosphere.

Just looking at these enchantment restrictions, I really can't believe that someone has sneaked into the Hanyou Secret Palace.

"Big elder!"

A middle-aged man came in a flash. He was a martial saint who had been tracked out before.

"Could it be escaped?"

Seeing that middle-aged Martial Saint with a somewhat ugly expression, the Great Elder of the Holy Land's eyes sank.

"When you chase the area where the Son of God lives in the middle, you can't find any trace."

The middle-aged Martial Saint said in embarrassment.

"Holy child area?"

The Great Elder of the Holy Land frowned, his eyes flickering coldly.

"The sons of the Holy Land are all selected by us to pass the test, so there should be no problem with their origin."

Seeing this, the middle-aged Martial Saint said immediately.

"To be able to pass through so many barriers in the Hanyou Secret Palace without a sound, and to be able to escape from you, even if that person's cultivation has not reached the holy realm, I'm afraid it is not far behind."

The Great Elder of the Holy Land, after thinking for a while, seemed to think of something: "Is there any fluctuation of the teleportation array?"

"I didn't find it. If we left with a teleportation array, we would have tracked it down long ago."

The middle-aged Martial Saint shook his head.

When they discovered that someone had invaded the Hanyou Secret Palace, they immediately sealed off the entire Holy Land.

Whether it is teleportation array or any way to leave, it is impossible to avoid them.

"Then it means that this person should still be in the Holy Land. Send an order to strictly investigate the Holy Land, and don't let go of any clues."

The Great Elder of the Holy Land gave an order in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

The middle-aged Martial Saint obeyed his orders and was about to leave, but was stopped by the Great Elder of the Holy Land.

"The father and son, haven't you found any news about them?"

The Great Elder of the Holy Land asked.

"Since the siege in Hanzhou five years ago, their father and son have completely disappeared. I wonder if they have left Wuzhou."

Said the middle-aged martial artist.

"Leaving Wuzhou? Then it will be hard to find."

The Great Elder of the Holy Land frowned again.

There are five continents in Tianlong Continent, which are occupied by five holy places.

But it doesn't mean that the boundaries of the continent are limited to these five continents.

In the northern border of the mainland, there is the Sea of ​​Thousand Monsters where thousands of monsters gather.

In the south of the mainland, there is a land of witches and demons haunted by ghosts and ghosts.

In the far west of the mainland, there is a wild mountain of ancient barbarians.

Although the five holy lands occupy the five continents rich in cultivation resources, they cannot be said to dominate the entire continent.

It's just that for warriors, the five holy places are equivalent to the existence of the five overlords of the mainland.

After all, whether it is the Sea of ​​Thousand Monsters, the Land of Witches, or the wild mountains, the human race cannot set foot in it.

Once crossing the boundary, there is death and no life, even in the Martial Saint Realm, it is impossible to go there easily.

"Great Elder, what's wrong with the refinement of the Innate Five Elements Crystal?"

The middle-aged Martial Saint asked tentatively.

"You didn't realize that the time for her to refine the innate water spirit crystal is getting slower and slower."

The Great Elder of the Holy Land said.

"Shen Wanhui's power of the sacred veins has long been completely exhausted, and now she is completely relying on her vitality to replenish the power of the sacred veins. It's normal for the time to be a bit slower."

"If she refines the Congenital Water Spirit Crystal too quickly, in her current state, her foundation may be completely destroyed, and she will not be able to refine the Congenital Water Spirit Crystal in the future. Wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss?"

Said the middle-aged martial artist.

"It doesn't matter, her potential has long been exhausted, even if she slows down the speed of refining the innate water spirit crystal, she will die within two years."

"But for the Holy Master, this year is extremely important, and there must be enough innate water spirit crystals."

The Great Elder of the Holy Land said indifferently: "The order continues, no matter what, we must find the father and son. Only when they are caught, will she desperately refine the innate water spirit crystal."

"Yes!"

Hearing the words, the middle-aged martial artist turned around and left.

"The old man wants to see who it is that dares to sneak into my Narcissus Holy Land so boldly."

The Great Elder of the Holy Land, looking at the Narcissus Sacred Peak that was in constant turmoil, disappeared in a flash.

Narcissus Sacred Peak, the bottom of the mountain, where the core disciples live.

After secretly sneaking back, Qin Yu immediately untied the method of escaping the sky and stealing, black light radiated from his body, and he returned to his original appearance.

Looking at Qin Yu who was quietly sitting cross-legged in meditation, Dragon Soul was a little worried.

Although Qin Yu looked very calm, Dragon Soul could sense it.

The killing intent suppressed in Qin Yu's heart was not as strong even in his previous life, when he was betrayed by Xingluo and besieged by the Twelve Ancient Emperors together.

The terrifying killing intent contained in that calmness made even Longhun feel chills in his heart.

At this moment, Qin Yu entered the cultivation state even though he was pinching the seal with both hands.

But in his mind, the scene of his mother being imprisoned in the cold palace, falling down and vomiting blood still lingers.

Snapped!
After half a quarter of an hour, an extremely loud slap sound appeared.

It was Qin Yu, who slapped himself hard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was gasping for breath.

(End of this chapter)