Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"You're thinking about what the treasure in the secret realm is, aren't you?" I already knew Yang Xuan's thoughts. Seeing Yang Xuan's expression, Yu Qingcheng guessed his mind.

Yang Xuan nodded and said, "I've always felt very strange. I haven't seen anything valuable since I entered this secret place. Besides, so much time has passed since the war. Even if it has long been separated from the human world, the East and west of that year should have been out of use now."

"Of course, you're right." Yu Qingcheng nodded, but then the conversation turned and continued: "But you are wrong. There are some treasures in this secret place, but most of them have been destroyed in the war that year, and those that have not been destroyed have been taken away by the later three races of man, beast and God. Even if they are left here, most of them are not good things.

The most precious treasures you can meet here can't be measured by value. They are the real priceless treasures. "

"Oh?" Yang Xuan looked at Yu Qingcheng curiously.

Yu Qingcheng continued: "Maybe you don't know that although the Terran alliance finally defeated the demon army, many people still stayed here. These people knew that they were unable to return to heaven. Before they died, they separated a wisp of residual soul and stayed here just to pass on this inheritance. But in the end, this place was destroyed, and neither Terran nor demon could continue Stay here, and those who stay will stay here forever. "

"This!!! Do you mean that there are the inheritance left by those great powers in those years?" Yang Xuan said something incredible. In the monk world, the most popular things are often Kung Fu and martial arts, but they also belong to inheritance. Their existence has attracted countless monks.

The inheritance recorded in this way alone is enough to set off a bloody storm in Zhongzhou every time it is born, and its value can be imagined. However, it is not a complete inheritance in the end. There are many things in a skill that can not be displayed in the skill. People often use "only meaning can not be expressed in words" to describe such things.

The inheritance mentioned in Yu Qingcheng's mouth will never be as simple as a skill or martial arts, but all the experience of the monk in his life. This experience is precious to every monk, not only because it is recorded in the skill or martial arts, but also because of many feelings at that time.

Such things were so precious that Yang Xuan couldn't believe Yu Qingcheng's words. He asked suspiciously, "is what you said true? Then why doesn't it look like anyone here?"

"No, you're wrong. A long time ago, it was still a very popular place, but with the passage of time, there were fewer and fewer inheritance left here, and the last inheritance, the original owners were earth shaking. If they weren't amazing people, they couldn't get inheritance from them, although there were still many people in the beginning People will try, but with the passage of time, more and more talents hit a wall here, and it will no longer be as lively as before. " A voice sounded and explained to Yang Xuan, but the speaker was not Yu Qingcheng, which made Yang Xuan stunned.

When Yang Xuan raised his head to see who was talking, he suddenly heard Yu Qingcheng's surprised voice: "fool, how do you know so well?"

"Me?" Yang Xuan was stunned, but when she saw a figure not far away, she understood.

About ten meters away from Yang Xuan, a figure was floating. The figure was emitting red light all over, and the color of the light was very strange, just like thick blood, which made people feel a little creepy.

Yang Xuan just looked at it and felt a stabbing pain in his eyes. In front of him, it was like a sea of corpses, in which countless grievances floated and sent out sad voices from time to time.

With the strong murderous spirit on him, Yang Xuan immediately recognized his identity.

"Elder Roga, why are you here?" Yang Xuan said in surprise, but when the voice fell, a strange idea jumped out of Yang Xuan's heart. Although it was right for him to ask Roga to call the elder according to his generation in the friar world, according to Roga, he was his reincarnation. In other words, Yang Xuan was calling himself the elder, which made Yang Xuan feel quite uncomfortable.

Roga didn't care about this. He stepped forward and patted Yang Xuan on the shoulder and said to him, "little rabbit, I've been here since I woke up. So I should ask you this question. Why are you here?"

"Are you?" Yu Qingcheng looked at the man who had no difference with Yang Xuan in appearance or voice except red hair. He said with some surprise. If he hadn't heard the word "senior" from Yang Xuan, Yu Qingcheng might still think that he was Yang Xuan's twin brother.

Yang Xuan thought for a moment and explained to Yu Qingcheng, "this is elder Roga. The relationship between me and him is a little complicated. If it is not simple enough, he is my previous life."

"That's right." Roga nodded and said, "little girl, are you a disciple of the mountain god sect?"

"Oh? How do you know?" Yu Qingcheng asked strangely.

Garo smiled and said: "You have the smell of mountain god order and spring God formula. When the mountain god was still alive, the old man thought that if someone practiced mountain god order and spring God formula at the same time, he might reach an unprecedented level. However, the relationship between him and his younger martial sister spring God has always been bad, so this idea is over. But now it seems that the old man Zi seems to have finally completed an idea of his own, although he is dead. "

"What are you talking about? The mountain god is dead?" Yu Qingcheng looked at Roga in shock. He couldn't believe it. He still clearly remembered that when he was in the mountain god sect, he personally heard that the 18th century was dedicated to him. They said that they wanted to see the mountain god again in their dreams. After completing the task left by the mountain god to them, they would start to attack the earth fairy realm in order to fly to the heaven.

But now Roga told Yu Qingcheng that the mountain god was dead, which made Yu Qingcheng feel a little sad for a moment.

Roga nodded and said, "yes, he died in the battle of gods and demons, right next to me. But the spring God finally took away his remains and the last remnant soul. It seems that the last remnant soul has also helped him pass on to me."