Oh my god, ancestor, how many ex-girlfriends do you have?

"Brother Nian, how come your cultivation level is so high?"

Mengmeng asked in shock.

"Haha, I have a treasure that can improve your cultivation level in a short time."

Chen Ping'an smiled, patted the colored ball, changed the subject and said, "You wait here first, I have something to do in the Dragon Valley."

"Ok."

Mengmeng flew aside very obediently and fell into an empty dragon's nest.

"Where are the ruins of the Cicada Sect?"

Chen Pingan looked at the thirty-three-year-old cicada.

"Senior, you come with me."

The thirty-three-year-old cicada flapped its wings and flew into the depths of the valley full of energy.

It was finally possible to enter the ruins of the Cicada Sect. It had been waiting for this day for many years.

"Xiao Zi, you stay here to protect me."

Chen Ping'an confessed and hurriedly followed the thirty-three-year cicada.

Xiao Zi nodded and became quite alert.

The senior asked him to protect them, so naturally he would protect these dragon eggs.

These dragon eggs have not yet hatched and are not very strong, so they need to be guarded.

The thirty-three-year-old cicada flew along the narrow valley and stopped in a mountain stream. There was a waterfall here, and the rushing river water fell straight down into a pool below.

"Senior, I can vaguely feel the breath of blood coming from the depths of this pool..."

Thirty-three-year-old cicada said.

"Lead the way. This is the place left by your people. I'm afraid only you can open this ruins..."

Chen Pingan said.

He scanned it with his consciousness and found no ruins at all in the deep pool.

That's why he said this.

Without blood, even a person with his level of cultivation would automatically ignore this inconspicuous pool.

This also shows that the people of the Cicada Sect are very strong, and outsiders cannot easily detect the restrictions they have set.

Thirty-three years ago, the cicada flew into the pool without making a splash.

Chen Pingan followed closely behind.

The pool is a thousand feet deep. Once you reach the bottom of the pool, it becomes pitch black without any light.

Stopping in front of a mottled rock, the thirty-three-year-old cicada vibrated its wings. The strange frequency caused the water in the pool to ripple, forming various textures.

Chen Pingan stood aside and waited quietly.

After a while, the rock surface also began to vibrate. As the vibration accelerated, a translucent cicada shadow gradually emerged.

Seeing the cicada's shadow, the thirty-three-year-old cicada spit out a mouthful of blood and merged into the cicada's shadow.

The cicada shadow suddenly disappeared and turned into a black door.

This door, only one meter in size, blends into the darkness at the bottom of the pool.

"Senior, you should be able to enter."

Thirty-three-year-old Cicada said excitedly.

The reason why it can open the door to the ruins of the Cicada Sect is entirely due to the guidance of the bloodline.

Done.

It took the lead, broke open the black door and flew in.

Chen Pingan followed and entered.

"This is……"

As soon as he entered, Chen Pingan was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw rows of thirty-three-year-old cicadas, neatly arranged three feet away in front of me.

The space behind this door is very small, about twenty feet long, thirty feet wide, and fifty feet high.

The surrounding space has textures as thin as cicada wings, which are densely packed together to form such a small rectangular space.

On the ground in the distance, there is a one-meter jade box.

"My people..."

Looking at the bodies of so many tribesmen, Thirty-Three-Year Cicada was so excited that she shed tears.

Chen Pingan sighed softly: "That jade box should be the secret of Xuantian Realm."

Thirty-three years ago, the cicada agreed and flew to the jade box.

There is also a cicada shadow on the jade box. Thirty-three years ago, the cicada's wings vibrated, causing the cicada shadow to resonate, and then it spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the cicada shadow.

The cicada shadow slowly receded.

Thirty-three-year-old cicada stretched out its tentacles and gently opened the jade box.

call!

A stream of blood spurted out from the jade box, and the thirty-three-year-old cicada was the first to bear the brunt, but its body moved slightly and was not affected much.

But things were different for Chen Ping'an at the back. He felt a powerful force coming towards him, and he had no choice but to form the Golden Light Holy Armor outside his body to stop it.

"Is this blood?"

Chen Ping'an looked at the jade box and his expression changed slightly.

This jade box is filled with bright red blood.

"What kind of blood is this?"

Chen Pingan walked to the jade box and asked with a frown.

"Senior, this is the blood of my ancestors..." the thirty-three-year-old cicada said in a trembling voice.

"Your blood is transparent, why is the blood of your ancestors red?"

Chen Pingan said in surprise.

"There is inherited memory in this blood. If I drink it, I will know the answer."

Thirty-three-year-old cicada said slowly.

Opening its mouth, the blood from the jade box flew into its mouth.

At this moment, its transparent and crystal-clear body also became rosy.

The thirty-three-year-old cicada closed her eyes.

Chen Ping'an looked at it and felt the thirty-three-year-old cicada's aura constantly increasing, and its cultivation level constantly improving from the second level of the extraordinary realm.

The third level of the extraordinary realm!

The fourth level of the extraordinary realm!

The fifth level of the extraordinary realm!

……

Three hours later.

In thirty-three years, Cicada's cultivation has reached the peak of the tenth level of the extraordinary realm, and is only one step away from entering the holy realm.

"My dear, this blood is extraordinary."

Chen Ping'an said in surprise.

"Senior, I understand everything."

Thirty-three years ago, Cicada suddenly opened her eyes, her expression becoming extremely complicated.

"Senior, my ancestors came from the Cang God Realm. They escaped from the pursuit of their enemies and accidentally entered the Xuantian Realm."

"Cangshen Realm? What is this place?"

Chen Ping'an's interest was suddenly piqued.

It sounds like this Cang God Realm is stronger than Xuantian Realm.

"Senior, the Cangshen Realm is above the Xuantian Realm and is where the true gods live. Our emperors in the Xuantian Realm do not need to become immortals first, they must first become gods."

Thirty-three-year-old cicada said.

"Where does the true God live?"

Chen Ping'an raised his eyebrows. He was very surprised by what the thirty-three-year-old cicada said. He smiled and said: "There are no immortals above the Great Emperor Realm. This is the first time I have heard of it. It breaks the usual cognitive system of all the creatures in our Xuantian Realm. …”

"Senior, this is what my ancestors said."

Thirty-three-year-old Cicada sighed softly and continued: "The aura of our Xuantian Realm does not have divinity, but the aura of Cangshen Realm contains divinity, so after my ancestors entered the Xuantian Realm, their cultivation stagnated. And they have no intention of getting involved in the Xuantian Realm, they just want to find the space node between the two realms and return to the Cang God Realm. But within hundreds of thousands of years, generations of Cicada Sect members have not found their way back to the Cang God Realm."

"I see."

Chen Ping'an looked solemn.

Unexpectedly, the people of the Cicada Sect were very ethical and did not rely on powerful forces to launch a war against the Xuantian Realm.

If we follow what the Thirty-Three-Year Cicada said, the people of the Cicada Sect who came from the Cang God Realm should also have true god-like figures. Their level is too high, and it is a dimensionality reduction blow for the emperor.

Said without politeness.

The Cicada Sect can easily destroy Xuantian Realm.

Thirty-three-year-old cicada said: "Without the divine aura, the cultivation of my ancestors has stagnated, and the divinity in the blood of descendants has become lower and lower. By the time the blood in the subsequent descendants has almost no divinity, the color It also became transparent.”

"Divinity..."

Chen Pingan murmured.

Suddenly, I was full of curiosity about the divine aura.

Suddenly, the image of a black cat appeared in his mind.

What kind of cultivation is this black cat?

Why are you so familiar with the Cicada Sect's past? Could it be that he is also from the Cang God Realm? (End of chapter)