No one knows the origin of the Chaos Ding. They only saw a portrait from an ancient scroll. There were only three legs, which was blue in color, and the whole was simple and unpretentious.
The old man with white beard looked at it again and again, and his heart became more and more shocked: "Excuse me, are you?"
The Chaos Cauldron disappeared for too long, so long that many people had forgotten it. Now, a young man came back with the Ancient Cauldron.
This level is of great significance.
"Another inheritor of the Holy Land." Li Heng thought for a while.
Master Bing Xin once said that when the Purple-Clothed Holy Master left the Holy Land 500,000 years ago, he was looking for another Holy Land inheritance.
That is the passing of an immortal king.
In the early years of siege, the Immortal King fell into the void, and the powerful inheritance naturally sank.
The old man with white beard took a deep breath and looked solemnly: "Please wait a moment." He turned and stepped into the depths of the sect, and came to a cave, the interior dull and dim.
Here lies a woman with a beautiful face and plain clothes. She looks very simple, but her identity comes from a lot of origin.
Disciple of Luoxia Holy Land.
A few months ago, she went deep into the desert to perform a task, and she never expected to encounter a slaughter on the way, that is, the powerful existence of the group of fairy beasts.
In order to hunt down the woman, they even began to besiege the Sword Sect of the Setting Sun.
Originally, the Sword Sect of the Setting Sun could avoid this catastrophe, but they had something to do with the Falling Clouds Holy Land, which was unknown to outsiders.
Therefore, the entire sect decided to protect the disciples of this Luoxia Holy Land.
"My lord." The old man with white beard yelled.
"Did they kill?" a weak voice came.
"Please rest assured, my lord, my Sword Sect of the Setting Sun will surely protect the safety of adults." The white-bearded old man said: "It's just that something happened just now, a young man came here."
He truthfully told the appearance of Li Heng and the Chaos Cauldron he brought.
Peng!
In the groggy cave, there was some brilliance. The woman supported her weak body and walked step by step. She stared at the white-bearded old man in a deep tone: "What did you say?"
The ancient ding had been silent for a long time, if it weren't for the remains of the ancient scroll in the Holy Land, they had almost forgotten it.
Chaos tripod.
Lin Mengyao opened her tired eyes: "Where is he?"
The ancient tree is not an ordinary tree, but a sacred tree that the Sword Sect of the Setting Sun has enshrined for many years. Of course, no one knows whether there is a god or not, it may just be a kind of belief.
The old man with white beard came here with Lin Mengyao.
The eyes of the two began to touch, and Li Heng looked at the woman and found that there was a heavy aura in her body, which was not her power.
Lin Mengyao was also looking at him, especially after seeing the ancient cauldron in his hand, she was suffocated.
It's really a chaotic tripod.
How can it be
How many years have passed
Lin Mengyao trembled and stepped forward, staring at the ancient tripod firmly. After a long, long time, she came back to her senses and asked, "Who are you?"
If it was a woman who came back with Gu Ding, she would believe this person without hesitation.
But it was a young man holding the ancient ding.
The inheritance of Luoxia Holy Land is never passed on to men, nor is it suitable for men to practice.
"Quiet sky and waning moon, wild flowers in front of the grave..."
"Begonia blossoms and stays together."
"The ten-meter bluestone steps are long and long."
"If the Chaos Cauldron blooms in front of it, it will inevitably grow in the sky." A vague shadow walked out of the giant fault.
Saint Bingxin 300,000 years ago.
Her figure gradually condensed, showing the appearance of a fairy, a delicate and beautiful face, as if it were flawless, there was no dirt at all.
Qiubo's eyes are clear, but there is an indescribable sadness hidden deep.
She was barefoot.
She stepped on the dirt.
She breathed the air of the fairy world, her thin red lips raised a smile, and the time seemed to have returned to the era that belonged to her Bingxin Holy Land 300,000 years ago.
"Who are you?" Lin Mengyao trembled. She couldn't control her emotions. Those words were all left behind by the ancestors of the sacred place.
For the disciples of the Holy Land, it is of great significance.
Not only that, the ancestors who left behind the words have been dead for at least hundreds of thousands of years, even for a long time.
How could this woman know
Who is she
Some thoughts surfaced in her mind, but Lin Mengyao didn't dare to think about it, because the probability of that was too small and too small, almost non-existent.
"What's your name?" Bingxin Saint asked.
I!
Lin Mengyao couldn't help but said, "My name is Lin Mengyao."
"Mountains and seas lie down, the ancient way, the Bing Xin Jue you practiced is wrong." She said.
"What's wrong?"
"The first step is wrong, Bing Xin Jue, what you cultivate is not the Fa, but the mind."
"However, the technique is clearly written on it." Lin Mengyao opened her mouth wide, almost certain in her heart that the woman in front of her was the former ancestor of the Holy Land.
She came back with the Chaos Cauldron.
Saint Bing Xin sighed softly: "The Bing Xin Jue was originally created by me. After being included in the Holy Land, in order to prevent others from getting this method, the word'fa' was rewritten in the inherited method, from preaching to new. The disciples told me that you didn’t get this kind of teaching. I think it’s because time has passed too long. They have forgotten it too, right?"