Peerless Martial Soul

Chen Feng's hand flashed, and a light flashed in the palm of his hand.

Then, a huge picture scroll appeared in his hand.

After the scroll was unfolded, it turned out to be a picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha.

This is exactly what Chen Feng got from the auction house in the ancient city of Garoulan in the Desert of Death, the picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha!

The picture above the Buddha's listening to the scriptures is a group of little foxes, innocent and cute, full of aura.

Chen Feng felt that this picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha and the country of Qingqiu must have an inseparable relationship.

"The picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha used to belong to the country of Qingqiu."

He suddenly remembered the words of the ancestor Lishan, and was shocked: "The grandmother of the ancestor said before that the clues to the abandoned Emperor Wu tomb are in a certain treasure."

"That treasure, is it the picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha?"

"The clues to Emperor Wu's tomb are in this picture of the Buddhist scriptures?"

Suddenly a thought came up in his heart: "Then, I...this picture, do I have to return it?"

At this moment, Chen Feng hesitated.

Greed rose instantly.

But then, Chen Feng smiled freely: "Chen Feng, Chen Feng, what do you think?"

Therefore, Chen Feng immediately went to find the ancestor of Lishan. With his current status in the country of Qingqiu, as long as he was looking for someone, there was nothing he could not see, and the ancestor of Lishan was naturally no exception.

Soon, Chen Feng met the ancestor of Lishan, and then said the doubt in his heart.

"What? You actually have a picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha?" After hearing Chen Feng's question, the ancestor Lishan suddenly showed an indescribable shock.

The intensity of the shocked color was even stronger than when she first saw Chen Feng.

Even her hands trembled.

Chen Feng smiled and nodded: "Yes, I have such a picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha."

"That's also by chance, can you let the old man take a look."

"Of course it can." Chen Feng said, passing the picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha.

When the ancestor Lishan took it, her hands were trembling. After that, she was almost impatient, but with a pious posture, she suddenly unfolded the picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha.

And when the picture came into her eyes, and when she felt the obscure atmosphere from the scroll, she was suddenly struck by lightning.

She trembled: "Really, it's really a picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha?"

The obscure aura of Ruoruuowu was not felt by others, but when it fell into her perception, it was as obvious as a thunderbolt in the blue sky and waves in the raging sea!

"Because that is the secret technique that they have always passed down in the Qingqiu Kingdom!"

She trembled: "This, this is one of the three secret treasures enshrined by the clan in the country of Qingqiu!"

"Later, 600,000 years ago, I disappeared bizarrely, but I didn't expect that, under the rolling, it would eventually fall into your hands."

She looked at Chen Feng, and a flame ignited in her eyes: "Chen Feng, you really have a relationship with my Qingqiu country. There is nothing wrong with choosing you!"

Chen Feng smiled slightly and was noncommittal, but it was indeed coincidental.

He smiled and said, "This picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha is of no use to me holding it here. Why not return it to you!"

"No, no!" The ancestor Lishan immediately shook his head and said with a very firm attitude: "This picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha is predestined to you. It must be yours. No one can give it. Can you hear it?"

"and,"

She looked at Chen Feng and said softly, "Trust me, this picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha will definitely bring you a big surprise."

Chen Feng listened a little in the cloud, but did not refute, just nodded, and put away the picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha.

After Chen Feng left, looking at his back, Lishan Patriarch's face showed a touch of excitement.

She trembled: "It's saved. Our Qingqiu country has saved it. He will definitely be able to."

"Otherwise, why would the Buddha listen to the scriptures choose him as the master!"

She seemed to believe in this fateful thing extremely, and at this moment, she felt that Chen Feng seemed to be the one who fate to save the kingdom of Qingqiu, so she immediately felt as if she saw hope.

Because, she originally felt something vaguely, it was a very ominous premonition.

It was a scene like blood and fire burning hell. Originally, he seemed to think that the kingdom of Qingqiu had fallen into a destiny of inevitable destruction and could not break free!

In the Bahuang Tianmen, in the hall, the great elder is practicing.

At this time, half a month has passed since he learned the news of the Kingdom of Qingqiu, but he was still very calm and didn't mean to be anxious.

He is still here every day, practicing cross-legged, because he is waiting for someone to return!

"Father, I'm back!" An excited voice sounded outside the hall.

The old man in the hall suddenly opened his eyes and broke free from his cultivation state. His face that had always been hazy showed a touch of kindness.

No matter how cruel and cold he is, when he hears his son's voice, he smiles from his heart.

He slowly stood up, and at this moment, the door of the main hall opened and a tall figure pushed in.

This is a tall and valiant young man who seems to be in his thirties.

He was wearing a red armor, which was already very mottled and old, and it looked like a color stained by countless blood.

It seems that there is a fierce air coming!

"Oh, Yuner is back?" The old man said with a smile.

"Yes, father!" The young man arched his hands and walked over to sit down in front of him.

The old man also sat down slowly, smiling at the young heroic fighter, and said softly: "How about this trip?"

"Not bad." This valiant young man called Yun'er took out a white jade wine jar from his arms, raised his neck, took a few sips, let the wine flow down his chin into his neck, but Do not wipe.

A very heroic look.

It's just that he is so heroic, he feels a little deliberately pretending no matter what!

He breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly: "So that my father will know that this time we have the three major tribes of Bahuang Tianmen, young disciples are hunting together."

"I hunted down a five-star demon emperor, a seven-head four-star demon emperor, and a six-star demon emperor. I fought with it for three hours, but I didn't check it at the last moment and he ran away."

As he said, he patted his thigh hard, revealing a look of regret on his face.

The elder smiled and listened. He only believed half of what his son said.

Because he knows very well that his son has always been ostentatious, he likes to exaggerate his words, and likes to show off himself. In fact, his words cannot be trusted.