Chapter 1136

"Good man?"

This answer made Ye Feng look at each other.

"What's going on?"

Ye Feng looked at the low-level practitioner headed by him.

This is an old man with a kind face, but his accomplishments are only in Shenyuan realm. He is very weak in Tianlan forbidden area.

"Immortal, calm down. Please listen to us carefully."

The old man quickly knelt on the ground, "we are the lineage of a nearby family force. We came here today to pay tribute to the ancient saint."

"Sacrifice?" Leaf maple eyebrows.

Others also looked to the ground and found that there were many sacrifices scattered there, slaughtered and boiled chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, as well as some candy, paper people, glutinous rice and so on.

These are indeed sacrifices.

"Get up!"

Ye Feng waved, "explain the cause and effect to us clearly. If there is half a sentence to hide, I will search the soul directly and forcibly obtain the most accurate information."

"Villains dare not hide!"

The old man trembled all over and spoke slowly.

"I'm Meng Yuan, the head of the Meng family."

"Three thousand years ago."

"Our Meng family is in great trouble. This elder shot to kill the strong enemy for us and avoid the disaster of destroying the family."

"Later, the elder lived in our family to recuperate. At that time, this manor was the ancestral land of our Meng family."

"Two thousand years have passed."

"Thanks to the guidance of this elder, many strong people have been born in our family in 2000 years."

"In the peak period, there were half immortals."

"But who knows, it won't last long."

"The elder's enemy came to the door, cut him off and nailed his body to the stone pillar."

"In that war, our Meng family also suffered heavy losses, almost exterminated the family and fell from the peak."

"Thousands of years have passed, and now the old and weak Shenyuan realm has been born. It is far inferior to the peak period."

"At this time of year, our family will come to pay tribute to our predecessors and the dead souls of our Meng family."

Speaking of this, the head of the Meng family quickly looked at Ye Feng and said, "elder, what I said is true!"

Ye Feng looked at the old man.

He had already opened his eyes to look at these people and knew that what they said was true, so he nodded.

"Who killed him?"

The ancient sage of the scorching sun pointed to the Holy Lord of the ten thousand holy places still hanging on the stone pillars, and his eyes almost spewed out fire.

"Villains don't know where the other party comes from, but they know that they are very strong." The head of the Meng family shook his head again and again, "by the way, the murderer left that thing."

The old man pointed to the stone pillar.

The crowd looked over.

I saw a small arrow nailed to the neck of the Holy Lord of the ten thousand holy places and nailed him to death on a stone pillar.

For thousands of years, it hasn't fallen off.

There was a terrible smell on the arrow.

You can't pull this thing out without holy cultivation.

Ye Feng waved gently.

The arrow nailing the Holy Lord of the ten thousand holy places immediately flew out and was held by his hand.

"Through this object, we should be able to identify the real murderer who killed the Holy Lord of ten thousand holy places." Ye Fengdao.

As the arrows fell off, the remains of the saints of Wanzong holy land finally fell. They were caught by the ancient saints of Qingyuan and the scorching sun, and hurriedly scratched their hands across the face of the saints of Wanzong holy land.

At this moment, he finally closed his eyes.

"Old man, rest in peace!"

"We'll avenge this for you!"

The ancient saints of the Qing Dynasty and the scorching sun wailed with the remains of the saints of the ten thousand holy places.

Ye Feng and Princess Hu stood aside in silence.

Practice is like this.

Every day, someone falls.

Although this road can make people fly away and proud of the world, it is also accompanied by many dangers.

If you are careless, you will be doomed.

Later, Ye Feng personally made a coffin and put the remains of the Holy Lord in it.

The monks of the Meng family laid out sacrifices to the dead saints of the ten thousand holy places and countless monks who fell from the Meng family that year.

After half pay.

Ye Feng looked at the head of the Meng family: "where do you live now?"

"In Mengjia Castle three thousand miles away." Meng Yuan, the head of the Meng family, spoke quickly.

"Go and have a look!" Ye Fengdao.

"Ah... OK!" Meng Yuan was flattered and took Ye Feng and his party across the void and arrived three thousand miles away.

There are mountains here.

There is a beautiful valley, a huge fortress, and thousands of lineages and tens of thousands of collateral lineages of the Meng family.

The main hall of mengjiabao.

The party sat on the seats and drank tea.

Ye Feng was looking at the short arrow in his hand. His eyes flickered and seemed to hesitate.

"Headmaster ye, have you found the real murderer?"

Qing Yuan Gu Sheng asked.

"Although I'm not afraid that this person is in the chaos City, it's important to find the remaining two ancient saints first." Ye Feng said.

They killed the watchman of luantian town and the leader of Tianxian palace. Both sides have long been in the same situation.

Once the city is destroyed, it will be a great war.

In that case, it's not suitable to find someone.

"Good." Qing Yuan ancient Saint nodded, "the remaining two Taoist friends are Wu Jian, the supreme elder of wanjian holy land, and Miao Yin ancient saint, the supreme elder of Tianmiao holy land."

"I don't know how they are." The scorching sun ancient Saint frowned, "ten thousand years ago, Miaoyin ancient saint was already a saint. As long as you avoid the pursuit, you must become a saint at this time, and you still have the power to protect yourself."

"Miaoyin ancient sage?" Leaf maple eyebrows.

Wu Jian, the supreme elder of wanjian holy land, is also OK. He doesn't know him and has no hatred.

But he has a bad relationship with Tianmiao holy land.

At the beginning, Yin rurong was the Lord of Tianmiao holy land and had a great feud with Ye Feng. At that time, the ancient sage of Miao Yin stayed in Tianmiao holy land and shot Ye Feng.

Speaking of it, Ye Feng and Miaoyin Gu Sheng have a grudge.

"Just find someone first. If Miaoyin Gu Sheng turns against me because of Yin rurong, I don't mind giving him a deep lesson."

Ye Feng said in secret.

……

Mengjiabao, backyard.

This is a huge garden with a multi-storey air structure, in which the ancient decrees left by the ten thousand Holy Land saints during their life in the Meng family are placed.

Many of his life images are sealed.

"Several predecessors, here are the things."

Meng Yuan, the head of the Meng family, pointed to the distance. He saw a treasure chest suspended in the air and shrouded in holy power. No one could break it except the Holy Land and fairyland.

"Thousands of years ago, the elder was nailed to the stone pillar by a strong enemy. When he was dying, he sent this treasure chest to this valley and let us protect it."

Meng Yuan added, "since then, our family has moved and established mengjiabao to shelter the treasure chest."

Hearing the speech, the people looked at the treasure chest.

"Sure enough, it is the breath of the Holy Lord of ten thousand holy places!"

"Poor him!"

"Although we were tortured, at least we survived, but what about him? Although he hid for thousands of years, he was finally discovered by the strong enemy and exposed in the wilderness."

"Alas!"

The ancient sage of the Qing Dynasty and the ancient sage of the scorching sun sighed.

"A man cannot come back to life after death, but we will avenge him." Ye Feng stretched out his hand, broke the treasure chest left by the Holy Lord of Wanzong holy land, sucked it in front of him and opened it slowly.

There are three things inside.

An ancient token recording the image of the Holy Lord of ten thousand holy places, a token representing the identity of the Holy Lord of ten thousand holy places, and a broken piece of metal.

"Eh!"

Ye Feng looked at the metal sheet and opened his eyes of insight.

[Name: Fanjin plaque]

[introduction: a treasure map recording the coordinates of Xianling holy spring]

[integrity: one third]

"It's this treasure map!" Ye Feng exclaimed, attracting the attention of the people around him.