Chapter 470

At the national hall, Zhou Fengyuan hurried to a rockery, stretched out his hand to stimulate a seal, slowly revealed a gate and hurried in.

Inside is a secret room. In the whole national hall, only Zhou Fengyuan knows the existence of the secret room.

In his life, he has experienced countless twists and turns, but only the things in the secret room can make him feel frightened.

Zhou Fengyuan as like as two peas in the tomb of the sun, and a small box from inside, if Yang Xuan saw it, he would be surprised.

Reaching down from the top of the box, he felt some bumps in his hand. Zhou Fengyuan looked down and saw that it was a small turtle, which was emitting a slight light at the moment.

Half an hour ago, he was still dealing with affairs in the temple. Suddenly, he felt a sense of emotion and hurried over.

"After twenty years, you finally have a reaction. What's the reason... Is it the birth of someone who is destined for you?"

He took the box in his hand and stroked it for a long time. The light on the tortoise suddenly disappeared. Zhou Fengyuan was stunned again and looked at it in surprise for a long time.

In the broken soul mountain, Yang Xuan is still in the ancient tomb and anxiously asks the Mongolian ancestor.

"Grandpa, really have no more news?"

"No, my good friend's cultivation is unfathomable. For so many years, he and I just hit it off. He will look at me more and guide me to practice. I don't know anything more."

"Lao Zu, think again. Did he say anything or anything strange happen when he left?"

"This..."

The Mongolian ancestors were slightly stunned, and their eyes began to show a look of nostalgia, constantly recalling the original things.

"Yes!" After a long time, he suddenly exclaimed: "at that time, my Meng family encountered great difficulties and alerted Xu Xiang to come to the border. He seemed to pay great attention to a young general under Xu Xiang. Speaking of it, this young man was still a benefactor of my Meng family!"

"At that time, he seemed to be afraid of something and refused to appear. My spirit was shocked and unconscious by the curse. He vaguely saw the young man come to the battlefield and gather all the people who died in the war in my Meng family and give them to Siwei."

After hearing this, the post officer seemed to recall, patted his head and said, "yes, it's eunuch. If there were no eunuch at that time, father and uncle, they would probably stay on the battlefield forever."

"His name seems to be... Wuqi?"

No time!

Yang Xuan immediately felt a blast of thunder in his ear, buzzing in his whole brain, echoing what they had just said.

Xu Xiang's men... Young generals... Forever

"Yang Wuqi!"

"Yes! That's the name! Do you know him, too?"

Yang Xuan could not help but burst into tears. After so many years, he was caught off guard when he heard the news of his father again.

"That's... My father."

"Ah!"

The Posthouse official and the Mongolian family ancestor shouted at the same time, looked at each other, and saw a trace of shock in each other's eyes.

"It turns out that Lord Hou is the son of your grace. I've been trying to repay your grace for so many years, but I didn't expect......" the post officer murmured with emotion that things in the world are so wonderful.

"It's God's will after all!" With a long sigh, Meng's father slowly stood up from the ground and took the bead from the post officer.

"Today, God opened his eyes and gave me a chance to repay my kindness!"

His eyes suddenly opened wide, the beads in his hands were covered with a layer of white light, and gradually floated into the air. Then the whole Mengjia ancient tomb began to shake violently, and the stone pillars in the stone forest were slowly pulled up from the ground like a pair of big hands.

These stone pillars quickly gathered and condensed together to form a huge light mass, in which the sound of spiritual agitation kept coming, shaking out ripples.

"Is this...?" Yang Xuan looked at this scene with burning eyes, some incredible.

The ancestor of Meng family seems to want to refine the whole stone forest into a magic weapon?

Soon, the light had gradually weakened, and the spirits of Meng's ancestors were transparent, which obviously consumed him a lot, but he still clenched his teeth and summoned the bloody young Meng Juan.

"Go in!"

With the order of the Mongolian ancestors, without any hesitation, Meng Juan suddenly turned into a blood light and rushed into the light group.

Boom——

A series of explosions came, the ancient tomb shook violently, and everyone was a little unstable. Yang Xuan quickly held Yu Qingcheng in his arms.

At the next moment, a small and exquisite pagoda appeared and flew rapidly towards the Mongolian ancestors, and the whole ancient tomb became empty.

"This is the weapon refining method that I have learned in the past 20 years. I made the whole bones of the Mongolian family into this pagoda. I have been loyal to the Mongolian family for generations, so this pagoda is also upright and can ward off ghosts and evil spirits. I also used special techniques to open up space in it and can accommodate living creatures."

"In addition, I let ju'an become a tool spirit. He himself has amazing talent. It's a pity that he died too early, otherwise he could achieve a great career, but it also gives this pagoda a very high room for improvement."

"Although it's only a low-grade spirit tool now, you can improve it through the power of merit or refining ghosts and evil. In the end, it must be very powerful and won't disappoint you."

Meng's father said something and threw the tower into Yang Xuan's arms. The whole person was very weak, and the spirit began to flicker slightly. The people who looked at it were surprised.

Yang Xuan only felt the weight of the small tower in his hand, and hurriedly said, "senior, this..."

"Needless to say, your father is the benefactor of our whole Mongolian family. This kindness must be repaid!" Meng's father's attitude was very firm. When it came to excitement, he coughed twice, which made Yang Xuan dare not say again.

Taking the tower silently, Yang Xuan made a deep bow to the Mongolian ancestor, which was his highest respect for the ancestor.

The ancestor of Meng family finally showed a smile on his face, slowly turned around and returned to the altar, and the spirit began to dissipate gradually.

"I'm tired. It's time to have a good rest."

He was loyal to his country all his life. After his death, he forced a spirit to protect his family from the wind and rain. He was really tired after so many years.

The post officer gritted his teeth and knelt down to the back of the Mongolian family's ancestor, with countless tears on his face.

Even the small tower in Yang Xuan's hand was trembling slightly.

"I've been loyal to my bones all my life. I'm not like a God who doesn't envy immortals. Ha ha ha!"

"I'm gone!"

His figure finally scattered into countless light spots and dissipated in the blink of an eye in the pavilion, just like his life, natural and unrestrained.