The Ancient Legacy

Inside the cave, Zhang Ziliang stood motionless, his face was calm, but his mind was spinning a thousand times: what should we do now!

There was no other reason. At this moment, the Luoxue sword was pressing against his throat, and the cold light above the sword tip made Zhang Ziliang's back twitch.

"Hey, Ye Lingxi, but you forced it on yourself," but just as the words fell, the sword edge flashed coldly, and the head rolled to the ground.

Zhang Ziliang secretly sighed: No, no, if you really say that, your head will definitely be kicked as a ball.

The two looked at each other, but the frozen atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

After a long time, Zhang Ziliang's heart skipped a beat, he slowly raised his right hand, grabbed the Luoxue Sword and held it tightly, letting the blood drip from his fingers.

Zhang Ziliang looked at Ye Lingxi without blinking, and said softly, "Senior Sister, if it wasn't because of me, you wouldn't lose yourself to me."

"But the matter has come to this point, and there is nothing you can do. If my death can bring you peace of mind, then please do it." Zhang Ziliang held the Luoxue sword and pushed it a little towards his throat, and the cold light pierced his skin immediately. A bloodstain appeared.

"But before I die, I want to say, Ling Xi, I have actually admired you for a long time,"

"I am alone and helpless in this world. It is you who made me feel warm in this world. Now that I can die at the hands of the one I love, it is a worthy death." Zhang Ziliang had tears in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes still slipped after speaking Dou Da a teardrop.

"You, do it."

Zhang Ziliang slowly closed his eyes, remained motionless, waiting for the falling sword with a sad face. But after waiting for a long time, there was no response. When I opened my eyes, the beauty was gone.

"Finally, I saved my life," Zhang Ziliang breathed a sigh of relief: "Whether I want to chase after her or not... Forget it, it's better to let her calm down alone now."

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Dongri City, the living room of the City Lord's Mansion.

Zhao Qingyi was sitting upright with a serious expression on his face, talking with a dozen representatives of forces. Most of the representatives of these forces belong to the central part of Beiling Continent, and some are from other regions of Beiling Continent.

Among these people, quite a few belonged to that kind of ancient family, or the thousand-year-old family. They came here not because of the fame of Dongri City, but because of the strange red mist that appeared a few days ago.

"Seniors, the details are as I said just now, but the specific situation, I'm afraid you have to find the Moshan guest." Zhao Qingyi clapped his hands and ordered the maid outside the hall to add tea, and his expression disappeared. Nervously: "This jade slip contains the portrait of Mo Shanke, seniors, please take a look."

While speaking, Zhao Qingyi took out a jade slip and handed it to a middle-aged man dressed as an emperor on the left. After the middle-aged man passed the jade slip to the next person, he asked, "Why didn't you see your father?"

"Senior Jin, my father went to Qinglei City a few days ago and has not returned yet."

The middle-aged man nodded, and then fell silent.

After a short while, after a dozen or so people had circulated the jade slips, many people began to discuss with each other the origin of that strange red mist and that loud roar.

There are only a few super aristocratic families, who are sitting firmly with the people from the big sect. They look at each other and seem to know something.

"Brother Wang, Brother Xing, and Fellow Daoist Tantai, it seems that we have all thought of it together." The person who spoke, wearing a purple gold jade crown and wearing a Taoist robe trimmed with gold silk, was Ren Hongyuan, the head of the Tianxuan lineage of the Tianji Sect.

His words caught the attention of the rest of the people, and they all looked at them, and the hall suddenly became quiet.

As one of the giants of Beiling Continent, Lieyang Sect was naturally also present. Tan Taiwei looked at Ren Hongyuan with a gleam of light in his eyes: "Primeval survivors."

These four words caused everyone present to gasp. The legends of the ancient ten thousand races have not been forgotten even in the past countless years.

That is the dark and terrible history of blood and tears of the human race and many weak races.

Most of these words, spoken from people like Tantai Wei, are unmistakable. All the people in the field couldn't bear it any longer, they said their goodbyes and left, and they wanted to bring this news back as soon as possible.

"Fellow Taoist Tantai, although you and I had some rifts in the past, but now that such a major event has happened, it's better to put everything aside for the time being."

Tan Taiwei glanced at Ren Hongyuan: "You, can you represent the Tianji sect?"

Then Tan Taiwei left without waiting for an answer, while Ren Hongyuan kept a smiling face from the beginning to the end.

Just as he was about to leave, Ren Hongyuan suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Qingyi: "Xiaoyou Zhao, does Pindao want to ask you something?"

Then Zhao Qingyi saluted and said: "I don't know if this junior can help senior Ren?"

"Do you know the whereabouts of the ice soul fairy of this sect?"

a moment later,

Zhao Qingyi watched Ren Hongyuan's leaving direction motionless, and after a long time, he called someone over, and after releasing a soundproofing spell, he explained something to him with a gloomy expression.

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After a full month of painstaking practice, Zhuo Lian finally entered the state of perfection in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and the mana in her dantian returned to its previous state.

A few days ago, she suddenly felt a sudden palpitation, which made Zhuo Lian very disturbed.

"Unexpectedly, this cultivation in the early days is so difficult. I thought I had a thorough understanding of the whole chapter of Foundation Establishment, but looking at it now, I feel a bit swallowed."

Zhuo Lian made a move with one hand, and the Dayan Sword spun and fell to the ground lightly, but it still shook the mountainside for a while. The exercises still need time to be carefully considered, so she plans to re-sacrifice the magic weapon.

"I always feel that Dayan Sword shouldn't be like this." Feeling the feeling of blood connection from Dayan Sword, she fell into deep thought.

"But if I want to sacrifice the Dayan Sword again, with my current cultivation, I definitely can't do it,"

"But I don't know anyone here in Nanling, so I don't dare to rush to find others for help, and all the ground fires in Nanling that can be used to refine weapons are all occupied,"

"... Rumor has it that there is a huge fire in the desert, maybe you can go there and try it."