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Hmph!

Let's see how long you can be so proud.

The Lord of Samsara snorted in his heart, slowly sat down, his breath was restrained, and his eyes became colder and more terrifying.

"Yan Xing, tell me all your magical abilities and all your secrets!"

Hearing the words of the Lord of Samsara, Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, as expected.

This old guy also exposed his bottom, as a bargaining chip for the game between them.

Yan Xing guessed correctly, one of the conditions for the Lord of Samsara to compromise was on him.

The Lord of Samsara summoned many True Immortals to explore the mysteries of those strange abilities together. Who can resist the secrets involving the eleven realms?

The True Immortals were moved. The Queen of the Phoenix and the Super Dimensional Brain wanted to speak out to protect Yan Xing, but there was nothing they could do. After all, the other party was numerous and powerful, and it was not something that one or two forces could control.

Yan Xing frowned slightly, thinking hard, weighing the gains and losses.

Or he could just flip the table and stop playing, and break off with the Nine Clans Alliance. There would be no place for him in the vast world, so he could only go to the end of the deep space, live with the myriad clans, and make a living in the remote countryside.

Well, it seems that this is not unacceptable.

Yan Xing was determined, and he was not without a way out, so he felt much more relaxed.

However, he was reluctant to give up the abundant resources on the Infinite Continent, the relics, and the newly developed Evolution Alliance.

Then there was only another way...

Facing Yan Xing's silence, the crowd did not urge him, and they also knew that their actions were not glorious. So many strong people joined forces to bully a junior, and it would be embarrassing to say it out.

But for the sake of power and eternal life, what is face? It is okay to tear it off temporarily and put it in your pocket.

"Sorry, I refuse!"

Yan Xing slowly raised a palm, his expression calm and calm, facing the peak of power in this world, he directly refused.

"Hmm!?"

Everyone opened their eyes slightly, lightning flashed, their faces darkened, and terrible energy swirled and gathered in the space.

He, facing many true immortals, actually refused directly.

"Hehe."

The Lord of Samsara sneered, crossed his arms, and looked calm, as if he was watching a show.

"Don't worry, don't worry, listen to me."

Yan Xing waved his hand, and seeing that the other party was ready to eat him, it was not good to continue teasing.

"First of all, I want to make it clear that I do have some magical talents and abilities. I believe that the Lord of Samsara has already told you the specific situation."

"But I can swear by my own way that my abilities belong only to me. Outsiders cannot plunder them, nor can they transfer them to others for use."

"So all the seniors should abandon some meaningless fantasies first, so that we can continue to talk."

What Yan Xing said was basically true.

With so many true immortals present, various secret arts and magical powers, it is too easy to tell whether a person is lying.

That's why everyone frowned and looked disappointed when they heard this.

"Humph, everyone, don't believe everything this kid says. Who knows if he has any weird abilities that can hide from our perception?"

The Lord of Samsara saw that the situation was not right and quickly stood up to dismantle it. Although he had a targeted intention, his guess was not unreasonable.

"According to me, it's better to watch his ego memory directly!"

"Lord of Samsara, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Yan Xing's expression turned cold and he scolded directly. He didn't care about the bullshit real immortals. If it weren't for his own interests in the Nine Clans Alliance, he wouldn't bother to pay attention to these guys.

"How dare you!!"

Boom boom——

The Lord of Samsara was furious, the mandala on his head was buzzing and spinning, and he stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the terrifying attack bombarded Yan Xing.

Cry! !

The piercing phoenix cry, the dazzling golden light flashed, and the dark palm print of the Lord of Samsara was burned to ashes.

Hmm? This person is...

Yan Xing was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that someone would help him. He looked carefully and only saw a graceful figure in the bright light. It seemed familiar.

"Shenhuang Empress, do you want to be my enemy?"

The Lord of Samsara looked indifferent and his eyes were dim. With his wisdom and state of mind, he would never get angry so easily. Every move of his naturally had its deep meaning.

It was this woman who convened the Yuanzu Conference to expose his past, which put him in such a passive situation. In the game that lasted for ten years, it was also this woman who protected Yan Xing everywhere, making many of his ideas fail. The Lord of Samsara hated her very much.

"Haha, Yan Xing is the little saint master of this emperor. How can you bully him? We had an agreement in advance that his life would not be harmed."

It turned out that she was the Shenhuang Empress. As expected, she was extraordinary. Yan Xing's eyes showed a look of realization.

But why did this voice sound so familiar?

Uh...

Yan Xing's expression froze, and an embarrassed look flashed in his eyes. He remembered that because of the time-space jump, he accidentally saw a woman naked and stole her bath water. No wonder the Sun Never Sets Holy Land got involved inexplicably. This was a traitor.

"Enough!"

"Yan Xing, keep talking."

It was the same voice as before. It seemed that he had a high prestige among the True Immortals. He stopped the Lord of Samsara and the Empress from making trouble, and the two of them stopped immediately.

"I hope some people will stop jumping out to interrupt."

Yan Xing glared at the Lord of Samsara, his eyes full of provocation.

"Everything I said is true. Whether you believe it or not, the fact is this. If you want to forcefully read my memory, it is absolutely impossible. You can't do it!"

Yan Xing looked firm, looking around confidently, without any fear.

"Of course, I also know that you will not give up until you achieve your goal, so..." Yan Xing paused, and seeing that everyone was emotionally mobilized, he slowly said: "I can tell you where you can get this power!"

Boom boom boom——

The breath of the true immortals, uncontrollably surging and spreading, interweaving and colliding in the void, shattering the dimensional space.

"What did you say!?"

The true immortals are not without lust, but their G-spots have not been touched. Once the miracle on Yan Xing is replicated on himself, it is not impossible to break the unknown and impact the eleventh realm.

"You heard me right."

"I understand. Before I was summoned, with the intelligence gathering ability of high-dimensional space and time, you probably knew all my life stories, right?"

Yan Xing had a meaningful look on his face. When he was qualified as a reserve councillor after stepping onto the [Infinite Ladder], the Supreme Council investigated his background, but did not go too deep.

"Aren't you curious about how I, a small city slave, got these magical abilities?"

Everyone was silent after hearing this. They were indeed very curious. The investigation ability of the Supreme Council was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but the Luoqiu Realm had long been turned into a ruin, and there was not much information that could be traced back.

"I and the place where I was, in time and space, all intersected with a major event. Didn't you notice it?"

Yan Xing continued to talk, intentionally guiding everyone's thoughts. Compared with what he said in person, people were more willing to believe what they deduced from their own thinking.

"You mean..."

"The Ruins of Good Fortune!?"

Someone guessed the answer, and everyone's eyes lit up. The only major event that intersected with Yan Xing in time and space was the birth of the Ruins of Good Fortune. The fog wave caused by this event was nothing in their eyes.

"That's right!"

Yan Xing raised his lips, slowly extended his fingers, tapped his eyebrows, and cut out the memory fragments he experienced in that strange time and space.

Raising his hand and waving, the memory turned into a three-dimensional scene, lifelike, as if he was there, all of which were what he saw and heard at the time.

"This, this is..."

Yan Xing did not cut out the memory of him passing through the pure white fog, fearing that the True Immortals would also know the pure white fog, and then there would be no explanation for how he was immune.

So, the scene everyone saw was the place where countless thrones and corpses were located.

"Saint remains, saint remains, these are all saint remains..."

"No, this is impossible!"

Almost all Wuji True Immortals have come into contact with saint remains. Their eyes are sharp. Even through the memory images, they can detect the unique rhythm of those corpses.

But so many saint remains completely broke their cognition, so that they fell into a kind of doubt, doubting the authenticity of the images in front of them.

However, if the memory is false, how could Yan Xing forge so many saint charms?

Even a living saint can't do it.

Forced to suppress the shock, carefully observe the memory images in front of him, from beginning to end, without missing any details, until Yan Xing walked towards the strange ball of light, and the picture stopped abruptly.

"Seniors, have you seen it?"

"Yes, it is that ball of light that gave me these magical abilities."

Yan Xing's eyes were bright, and he slowly stood up, standing on the top of the sacred mountain and looking around, his expression became excited.

"Do you want my magical power? If you want, I can give you all of it. Go find it!"

"All the secrets are in the ruins of good fortune!"

"Countless remains of saints, light balls containing miracle power, all are there, don't you want them? Go, use all your strength to find the ruins of good fortune-"

Huh! Huh--

The supreme true immortals, hearing this, their breathing became slightly heavy. The invisible terrifying aura oppressed and crushed the surrounding void. A group of gods and demons were affected, and their expressions changed drastically, and they were miserable.

The Lord of Samsara was silent, looking at Yan Xing with a look of disbelief. He didn't expect this guy to be able to do this, and even willing to tell such a secret.

This person's arrogance is too terrible, and he feels inferior to him.

Yan Xing noticed the Lord of Samsara's gaze, turned his head and looked at him, with a cunning smile on his face.

Isn't it just diverting contradictions?

Lord of Samsara, I can play the tricks you can play, and I can play better than you.

He has figured it out. If he wants to find the ruins of good fortune that disappeared without a trace, it is too slim to rely on him and the Pavilion Master.

Instead, it is better to use the trick and drive the Nine Clans Alliance to act together. These crazy true immortals are enough to turn the Infinite Continent upside down.

As for the ownership of the saint's corpse and treasures in the ruins?

Haha, these guys are dreaming. Have you watched too much One Piece?

Except for him, no one can break the pure white fog.

It's just a wedding dress for him.

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