Becoming an Immortal Emperor depends entirely on the efforts of the enemy

The next morning, all the ancestors of Qinglian Sect sat at the door and doubted their lives. Even their eyes were full of bloodshot.

"One hundred times, a hundred times!"

At this time, an old ancestor couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

Because they were really threatened repeatedly.

Even the cool feeling from the token always made them feel energetic.

The image in the token, the camera movement, the feeling of being in the scene, feeling the oppression of the King of Hell.

Really, every time you watch it, you can get a new kind of intimidation.

The key is that this thing, watching it once, is enough to remember it.

Now, as long as they close their eyes, their minds are full of scenes of the King of Hell torturing people.

You can see the psychological shadow directly.

What's even more difficult for them to believe is that Ji Suying is a talent that the King of Hell wants to cultivate. To be precise, she is a thunderbolt.

But what these old ancestors don't understand is.

"Master, since the King of Hell's Palace is so outrageous, do we still need us?"

Tan Zhixin smiled.

"The King of Hell's Palace is only invincible in the world of cultivation, but do you really think that the King of Hell's goal is only the world of cultivation?"

The ancestors understood.

"So, Lord King of Hell, the goal is to conquer the fairy world!"

Tan Zhixin nodded.

"That's right!"

"The forces in the fairy world are chaotic and intertwined, and there are even many powerful people. Therefore, if the King of Hell wants to enter the fairy world, it must have some of its own team!"

"Moreover, Lord King of Hell does not want to reveal his identity, so we will set up a net for the King of Hell in advance, and this net must be spread!"

At this point, Tan Zhixin looked at the group of ancestors and said directly.

"Choosing you is your chance, because in the King of Hell's Palace, becoming an immortal? That is just the simplest thing, and you joining the King of Hell's Palace means that you are 100% able to become an immortal, and there is no risk at all!"

The group of ancestors nodded.

After all, after being tortured a hundred times and watching horror movies, they naturally know the meaning of this.

The King of Hell is an existence that plays with all living beings.

Tan Zhixin could also see that he didn't need to explain so much now.

He said directly.

"You guys, go to the Hades Hall to get a hundred or so longevity pills to prolong your life first, and then go to secretly help Ji Suying."

Those ancestors now have no objections.

Just do it.

After those ancestors left.

Tan Zhixin took out another token from his arms.

This is the one passed down from every sect master since the establishment of Qinglian Sect.

It is said that if the sect encounters danger, this token can be used to exchange for the sect's foundation.

Although, the current Qinglian Sect will not be in any danger at all.

But now facing that nightmare.

Tan Zhixin is still ready to take a look.

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Not long after.

Tan Zhixin came to the forbidden area of ​​the Qinglian Sect.

With the token in his hand, he easily passed through the barrier of the forbidden area.

I don't know how long it took.

Tan Zhixin suddenly entered a small world.

This small world has green mountains and green waters, and the scenery is pleasant.

There was even a wooden house in the distance with a faint smoke coming out.

Tan Zhixin was stunned.

"Is there anyone here?"

Tan Zhixin walked forward in disbelief.

Not long after.

Tan Zhixin suddenly saw a middle-aged woodcutter.

Tan Zhixin was stunned.

But soon, Tan Zhixin came to his senses.

He hurried forward to salute.

"I am the sixth generation leader of the Qinglian Sect, and I am honored to meet you!"

The woodcutter glanced at Tan Zhixin, nodded slightly, then carried a bundle of firewood and walked towards the wooden house.

Tan Zhixin hurriedly said attentively: "Senior, I'll do it!"

After that, Tan Zhixin grabbed the firewood.

The middle-aged woodcutter was stunned for a moment, but he didn't stop...

Soon, the two came to the wooden house.

The middle-aged woodcutter put down the axe in his hand, drew a basin of water, and washed his face.

Tan Zhixin waited honestly.

After the woodcutter finished washing, he looked at Tan Zhixin and asked.

"Did the sect encounter any problems?"

Tan Zhixin shook his head.

"It's not a big deal, but for the sake of safety, I still came to take a look. I didn't expect that there is a senior like you in the Qinglian Sect!"

The woodcutter took out three incense sticks and lit them.

After thinking for a while, the woodcutter handed the three incense sticks to Tan Zhixin.

Tan Zhixin: "???"

"Go inside and burn incense for the three ancestors!"

Tan Zhixin suddenly realized.

"Okay, I'll go now!"

Tan Zhixin held the three incense sticks very respectfully, pushed the door, and then bowed respectfully and burned incense.

All in one go.

After that, after Tan Zhixin inserted the incense in the incense burner, he couldn't help but look up curiously.

"Ah?"

Tan Zhixin was dumbfounded.

Because in the three paintings, the one in the middle is Liu Shunyi, the one on the left is Zhao Gou, and the one on the right is Zhao Qing.

"Is this the ancestor?"

Tan Zhixin was a little confused.

But then Tan Zhixin looked down again.

He was even more confused.

Because under the feet of the three ancestors are the successive sect masters.

The first Qinglian Sect leader, Ji Suying, and the three ancestors’ direct disciples!

Tan Zhixin’s brain was burning.

Is this a prank?

Or did the King of Hell sneak in and secretly change it?

Tan Zhixin walked out of the wooden house at this time and looked at the woodcutter and asked.

"Senior, have the portraits of these three ancestors always existed? Have they never been changed?"

The middle-aged woodcutter nodded.

"Yes!"

Tan Zhixin was confused.

"This is impossible. I watched the three Hades grow up. I even witnessed the whole process. Otherwise, there would not be the current Forget-Sorrow Emperor. But, this..."

Suddenly, Tan Zhixin looked at the woodcutter in confusion.

"Can I ask you, senior, who are you?"

The woodcutter thought carefully and then shook his head.

"I don't know either. When I woke up, the first generation of the master was about to pass away. But she looked at me and said with a smile."

'I knew that the three masters' feelings for you could not be so biased. I never understood why they didn't even look at you when they were leaving. '

'It turns out that they knew you would not die! '

Then, the old Ji Suying took out a withered lotus from her chest.

"So that's it!"

The woodcutter was just confused.

"Who am I?"

Ji Suying smiled.

"You have too many stories to tell in a short time, but you will remember who you are!"

After listening to what the woodcutter said, Tan Zhixin was silent.

"However, I see that there is not much incense ash in the sandalwood of the three ancestors. Do you usually burn incense?"

The woodcutter nodded.

"No, even every time I see those three portraits, I feel that they deserve a beating!"

Tan Zhixin: "..."

He looked at the majestic portraits in the room, and then looked at the woodcutter's somewhat strange expression, and always felt that there must be a story here.

But the woodcutter himself couldn't remember, so Tan Zhixin didn't ask too much.

"By the way, tell me, what do you want to see me for this time?"