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Who doesn't know Yan Xing now? Who doesn't know? !

When the guards outside the library saw Yan Xing, their expressions changed slightly, and they bowed and saluted, not daring to stop him.

There are barriers between each floor of the library. Only disciples who meet the conditions can enter the upper floor, but these things are useless to Yan Xing.

Going straight up, one step at a time, in a few breaths, he arrived at the ninth floor of the library.

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes and looked around. In the dimness, he saw a skinny old man sitting cross-legged. If he could not sense the gossamer breath, he would have thought it was a dead body.

Sensing the movement, the old man opened his eyes slightly, revealing an infinite sense of vicissitudes and death.

"You, are you?"

The voice was sharp, as if sharpening a knife.

"You should have heard of me. I am Yan Xing, the contemporary Saint Master of the Sun Never Sets Holy Land, and the current protector of Feixian Cave Heaven!"

Yan Xing's voice was sonorous and powerful, full of the youth's vigor, in sharp contrast to the old man's dead air.

He unceremoniously showed the title of [Saint Master]. Since the Holy Land gave him such rights, he would not be pedantic to refuse. It would be a waste if he didn't use it.

All forces and momentum can be borrowed and used for my own benefit.

"Ahem, it turned out to be you." A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and he seemed to have some enlightenment.

"Who are you? What are you doing hiding in the library? Do you want to do something wrong?"

"Haha, Saint Master is really a joke. My name is Kuilian, the seventh ancestor of Feixian Cave Heaven, and I am not a villain."

Kuilian was very weak, as if every word he said was overdrawing his life. He was really too old. Although he was a powerful god and demon, he had lived for 1.4 billion years and was not far from death.

"Saint Master, if you have something to say, just say it. I have no strength left. Maybe I will die while we are talking. I am afraid of scaring you."

Kui Lian raised the corner of his mouth. His dry skin was piled up layer by layer. In the dim light, he looked extremely eerie and terrifying.

"I want to take away the Goddess of Origin, the Seventh Ancestor. Please give her to me!"

Yan Xing said solemnly, word by word. The great power in his body gathered and vibrated. He did not rule out the possibility of using force if he had no choice.

Hearing this, there was no surprise or anger on Kui Lian's face, as if he had expected it.

"Hehe, this day has finally come. It's better to hand over the Goddess to the Sun Never Sets Holy Land than to let those ungrateful people in the Hun Tian Realm get away with it."

The Sun Never Sets Holy Land will incorporate Feixian Dongtian. It's not just Kui Lian. Every high-level member of Feixian secretly believes that the Holy Land is also here for the pure blood of the human race.

The excuse of "Shocking Phoenix List" is really ridiculous.

However, the Sun Never Sets Holy Land cherishes its reputation and does not want to make things too ugly. It even specially arranges the Holy Master Yan Xing as the middleman and does not intervene personally from beginning to end.

One is to rob and rob.

The other is to save them from danger and then use gentle means to "ask" for the pure blood of the human race.

Moreover, the Sun Never Sets Holy Land is a supreme holy land with the Wuji True Immortal sitting in charge, which is not comparable to the "True Prison Holy Land" and the "Cangtian Fengjiang Holy Land".

In terms of reason and after weighing the pros and cons, the Feixian high-level has made the best choice.

From now on, Feixian Cave Heaven has been integrated into the Holy Land, and naturally there will be no less precious places for comprehending the skills like the Library Pavilion. The pure blood of the human race that they regard as a treasure is no longer of much use.

"Alas, what a pity, what a pity!"

"Feixian Cave Heaven, from ancient times to the present, countless ancestors and sages have worked hard for it, but in the end, they could not resist fate and disappeared in the long river of time..."

"Cough cough——"

Kui Lian coughed violently, a strange blush appeared on his face, and dark blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, like corpse water, emitting a strong stench of corruption.

"From now on, there will be no more Feixian in the world!"

"Hahaha!"

"I am ashamed of my ancestors."

Before he finished speaking, the last divine light in Kui Lian's eyes dissipated, and the original light of the flickering candlelight went out with a bang. A dignified god and demon actually died of old age.

"Alas!"

A sigh came from the darkness, and Kong Yangzi staggered out of the shadows, his eyes slightly moist, and he bent down and gently picked up Kui Lian, as if he was holding a pile of skeletons.

"My dear ancestor, you are not wrong. It is all because of my unworthy descendants that I failed to protect Feixian. You have worked hard. Have a good rest..."

While whispering, Kong Yangzi left the library with Guilian in his arms. From beginning to end, he never looked at Yan Xing.

"Tsk!"

"Oh, it's so tragic. Am I a big villain?"

Yan Xing shook his head and laughed. He didn't care. He was so cold and had seen many such scenes.

He stepped forward and came to the place where Guilian sat cross-legged. He stepped hard and wiped out the forbidden array pattern.

Kacha! Kacha——

The ground was broken, and colorful light gushed out, opening a round hole formed by the condensation of light.

Yan Xing was shocked and cast his sight into it. He saw that in the huge space, there was a colorful spiritual liquid ocean, rippling slightly, with ripples and ripples, and the spiritual energy was extremely rich.

In the center of the seven-color spiritual liquid ocean, there stood a pitch-black altar covered with patterns. Thick chains engraved with patterns of laws were tied around it, and the entire space was filled with an obscure and inexplicable atmosphere.

In the center of the pitch-black altar, a delicate figure in a white dress sat cross-legged, and all the power of sealing and suppressing was concentrated on her.

The woman in the white dress has jade-like skin, which is a bit sickly fair. Her long black hair spreads out like a waterfall, covering most of the altar. When she opens her eyes, her eyes are pure black. The only drawback is that her eyes are dull and empty. There was no anger or mood swings at all.

In the void around the altar, there are ancient stone tablets that are hundreds of thousands of feet high. They are engraved with divine inscriptions of origin, which are extremely obscure and difficult to understand. The stone tablets are densely packed, with no less than a thousand in number.

"She is the master of the library?"

Yan Xing's tone was determined, and what he saw in front of him was exactly the same as the reflection in his childish hole.

Without hesitation, Yan Xing turned over and jumped into the hole. The powerful force in his body surged and gathered at his feet.

"broken!

"

Rumble——

The power of falling into the sky, a full blow, hit hard on the thick chains that bound the dark altar. The law patterns on it flickered with divine light, unable to withstand the devastation, and began to crumble and disappear.

Katcha!

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With one move, the whole body was affected, the formation nodes were broken, and the chain of suppression and ban suddenly lost its meaning of perfection. The connection between the dark altar and the space here was cut off, and it slowly hung away, becoming an independent unit that could be separated.

The consciousness of the Goddess of Origin on the altar is still in a deep sleep, and her eyes are lifeless and colorless. Yan Xing did this intentionally and cannot wake up the Pavilion Master yet.

Because, from the beginning to the end, there was a vague gaze watching him. He was a powerful god and demon from Feixian, and he was probably not an old guy like Xian Lian who had run out of life.

"I will take the human pure blood away."

After Yan Xing said this, he raised his hand to tear open the dimensional crack and stuffed the entire dark altar inside.

After doing all this, Yan Xing looked at the ancient stone tablet and the colorful ocean formed by condensed spiritual energy, with greed flashing in his eyes.

Crash--

The seven-color ocean suddenly boiled, and where the altar disappeared, a huge whirlpool appeared, swallowing up all the spiritual liquid. At the same time, all the ancient stone tablets suspended in the void sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared.

"Hey, you must be stingy!"

Yan Xing pursed his lips slightly, knowing that he couldn't do anything about it. If he continued to be entangled, the person peeping in secret might not be able to bear it anymore.

Feixian Dongtian still thought that he was here to ask for human pure blood on behalf of the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary. Although he had originally planned to take advantage of the situation, he didn't expect that Feixian's senior officials were so smart and had already taken advantage of it in advance.

Therefore, he cannot release the suppression for the Pavilion Master here, otherwise it will not make sense, and he is also worried that the Pavilion Master will go crazy after being freed from the trap. The battle between gods and demons will inevitably attract the powerful men of the Holy Domain, and then the bottom line will be missed.

After Yan Xing left, the void buzzed and twisted, and a man wearing treasure armor stepped out, looking around the empty surroundings, a complex look flashed in his eyes.

This person was the last powerful god and demon who appeared when the Fallen Immortal Realm fell. He was in his prime and his combat power was at its peak.

The guardian of the Nine Orifices Exquisite Immortal Heart.

…

Things progressed more smoothly than expected. After performing a full set of performances, Yan Xing said goodbye to his friends in front of everyone, and then went back home to the "Holy Master's Residence" located in the center of the Holy Land.

What is a Saint Master?

In the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary, the Holy Master is the most special existence. This position does not have any real power. It does not participate in the operation and management of the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary, but it has a supreme status. Even the Lord of the Sanctuary will treat it equally. , even treat each other with courtesy.

The only meaning of the saint's existence is to reach heaven to hear and convey heaven's will.

As the Infinite True Immortal, the Divine Phoenix Empress cannot appear from time to time due to "unknown" reasons and according to the rules, and cannot even stay in the Infinite Continent for a long time to avoid recurrence of the disasters of the ancient times.

Therefore, the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary needs a spokesperson to communicate with Her Majesty the Empress and deliver various decrees. This is the only responsibility of the Holy Master.

To put it bluntly, the Holy Master is just a "microphone", but it's just a few hundred million points higher.

Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. Although a holy master is respected, his life is always in danger. The real immortal is moody, and under the threat of "unknown", he is very sensitive and irritable. If he is not careful, the microphone will become a punching bag.

For example, Yan Xing's last term was burned to ashes by a ball of heavenly fire because he accidentally made the empress unhappy, without even a chance to beg for mercy.

This is a high-risk profession, so it’s no wonder that you can enjoy various welfare rights. After all, who would care about a dead person whose life is in danger?

When Yan Xing learned this, he just smiled and didn't care. He was happy and at ease.

Deep in the mansion, Yan Xing pushed back a group of servants and maids, closed his eyes and calmed down, his mind having entered the dimension of hell.

"Kaka, don't make trouble!"

Yan Xing's brows trembled, and he quickly walked up to the altar and pinched Kaka off the pavilion master's chest. Does this little guy want to feed?

"Card?"

"Little brat, if you want to drink milk, go to your mother!"

After driving Kaka away, Yan Xing's expression became solemn, and he walked around the dark altar a few times. The light shone deep in his right eye. The rarely used [Eye of Breaking the Void] was very useful in breaking the formation. . ŴŴŴ.

After all, this is a talent that is as famous as [Hell Dimension] and was born together, coming from the Ancestral Dragon of the Void.

"Broken! Broken! Broken—"

Yan Xing's figure flickered, pulling out large afterimages on all the formation nodes in every corner of the altar. At the same time, with a finger, the sharp energy condensed, cutting off the circulation of the formation.

Katcha!

Buzz!

The altar trembled, buzzed, shattered, and disintegrated into pieces. The strange power that enveloped the pavilion master quickly weakened until it completely dissipated.

"Hmm~"

The pavilion master's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a soft moan came from between the red lips and white teeth. The next moment, blurry colors appeared in the dead and empty eyes, and gradually became clear from confusion.

"Yan, Yan Xing..."

The Pavilion Master stood up slowly, as strong as a god or demon. This small movement caused her to stumble and fall, which showed her weakness.

"Pavilion Master, are you okay?"

Seeing this, Yan Xing quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help.

"Well, I'm fine, thank you, thank you for saving me."

The master of the pavilion shook his head at Yan Xing, pursed his lips and smiled softly. The smile was unusually pure, like a blank piece of paper that had not been touched by anyone.

How could it be okay?

Yan Xing sighed secretly in his heart. The pavilion master had been suppressed and locked up on the altar since he was a baby since he was discovered to be a human pure blood. In order to extend his lifespan, Feixian's senior officials forcibly promoted him to the realm of gods and demons.

For five hundred million years, every day and every night, I have been studying the magical scriptures on the origin inscriptions, and passing on the translated secrets of kung fu to the disciples who come to the library to receive the inheritance.

It can be said that the Pavilion Master is like a mine card that has been violently used. It seems to be intact on the outside, but the crystal inside is on the verge of collapse.

"Card! Card~"

At this time, Kaka jumped up and ran over, holding a sky blue leaf in his hand, raising his hands high, and was about to stuff it into the mouth of the pavilion master.

"This is?"

The pavilion master looked confused and turned to look at Yan Xing, wondering whether he should open his mouth or not.

"Hey, you guys are so partial!"

Yan Xing burst out laughing. Normally, he had to sneak around and compete with Kaka in order to eat a few leaves. Unexpectedly, Kaka became more generous at this moment.

"Pavilion Master, eat, you will be fine after eating."

"It's rare for this little thing to be so generous. It seems she likes you very much."

"Kaka——"

Kaka pushed the leaf in his hand, his big eyes flashing, as clean and pure as the pavilion master's eyes.