Who doesn’t know about today’s punishment? Who doesn’t know? !
When the guards outside the library saw Yan Xing, their expressions changed slightly, and they quickly bowed and saluted, not daring to stop him.
There are barriers between each floor of the Library Pavilion. Only disciples who meet the conditions can enter the upper floor, but these things are useless against Yan Xing.
Go straight up, one step at a time, and in a few breaths you will arrive at the ninth floor of the library.
Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around. In the darkness, he saw a skinny old man sitting cross-legged. If he could not sense the gossamer breath, he would have thought it was a dead body.
Sensing the movement, the old man opened his eyes slightly, revealing the infinite vicissitudes of life and silence.
"Who are you?"
The sound was sharp, like sharpening a knife.
"You should have heard of me. I am Yan Xing, the contemporary Saint Master of the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary, and the current patron saint of Feixian Cave!"
Yan Xing's voice was sonorous and powerful, full of youthful vigor, in sharp contrast to the old man's deathly aura.
He unceremoniously revealed the title of [Holy Master]. Since the Holy Domain gave him such rights, he would not be pedantic and pretend to refuse.
All power and momentum can be borrowed and used by me.
"Ahem, it turns out it's you." A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and he seemed to have some understanding.
"Who are you? What are you doing hiding in the library? Do you want to plot something evil?"
"Haha, the Holy Master is really good at joking. My name is Xing Lian, and I am the seventh ancestor of Feixian Cave Heaven. I am not a young person."
Xing Lian is very weak, as if every word he speaks is overdrawing his life. He is really too old. Although he is a powerful god and demon, he has lived for 1.4 billion years and is not far from death.
"Holy Master, just say it if you have anything to say. I don't have the strength anymore. Maybe I will die while chatting. I am afraid of scaring you, Holy Master."
The corners of Xian Lian's mouth were raised, and the layers of withered skin were piled up. In the dim light, it looked extremely eerie.
"I want to take away the goddess of origin, the seventh ancestor, please give her to me!"
Yan Xing looked solemn and said every word in a deep voice. The great power in his body was converging and shaking, and he had no choice but to rule out the possibility of using force.
After hearing this, there was no surprise or anger on Xian Lian's face, as if he had expected it.
"Ahem, this day has come. Anyway, it is better to hand over the goddess to the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary than to take advantage of those white-eyed wolves in the Huntian Realm."
The Sun Never Sets Sanctuary will recruit Feixian Dongtian, not only because of shame, but also every Feixian high-level person secretly believes that Sanctuary is also here for the pure blood of the human race.
The excuse of "Phoenix List" is really ridiculous.
However, the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary cherishes feathers and does not want to make things too ugly. They even specially arranged for Saint Master Yan Xing to be the middleman and did not personally intervene from beginning to end.
One is to plunder by force.
One is to save them from danger, and then use gentle means to "beg" the pure blood of the human race.
Moreover, the Sun Never Sets Holy Land is a supreme holy land where the True Immortal Wuji sits. It is not comparable to the "Holy Land of True Hell" and the "Holy Land of Heavenly Frontier".
After weighing the pros and cons based on emotion and reason, Feixian's senior management has made the best choice.
From now on, Feixian Cave Heaven has been integrated into the Holy Realm, and naturally it is indispensable for treasures such as Cangshuge Pavilion to study the techniques. The pure blood of the human race, which they regard as a treasure, is no longer of much use.
"Oh, what a pity, what a pity!"
"Flying Immortal Cave Heaven, from ancient times to the present, countless ancestors have worked hard for it, but in the end they were unable to withstand their fate and perished in the long river of time..."
"Ahem——"
Xing Lian coughed violently, a strange flush appeared on Ku Gao's face, and dark blood came out of the corner of his mouth, like corpse water, exuding a strong stench of decaying corpses.
"From now on, there will be no more flying immortals in the world!"
"Hahaha!"
"I am ashamed of my ancestors."
Before he finished speaking, the last divine light in Wei Lian's eyes dissipated, and the flickering original light of the candle suddenly went out. The dignified god and demon died of old age.
"well!"
A sigh came from the darkness, and Kong Yangzi staggered out of the shadows. The corners of his eyes were slightly moist. He bent down and gently picked up Xian Lian, as if he was holding a pile of skeletons.
"Lord Yizu, you are not wrong. It's all your descendants who are dishonest and failed to protect Feixian. You have worked hard, please have a good rest..."
While murmuring in a low voice, Kong Yangzi left the library with Xing Lian in his arms. From the beginning to the end, he never glanced at Yan Xing.
"Tsk!"
"Haha, if you make it so tragic, do you think I will become a villain if you co-author it?"
Yan Xing shook his head and laughed, not caring at all. He had seen many scenes like this with his ruthlessness.
Stepping forward, he came to the place where Wei Lian was sitting cross-legged, and stepped hard with his feet, completely obliterating the sealing formation pattern.
Card! Katsa——
The ground shattered, and colorful brilliance spurted out, opening a round hole formed by the condensation of brilliance.
Yan Xing's spirit was shaken, and he cast his sight in, and saw that in the huge space, there was a sea of colorful spiritual liquid, rippling slightly, with endless ripples, and the spiritual energy was extremely rich.
In the center of the ocean of seven-color spiritual liquid, stood an altar that was completely black and covered with patterns. Thick chains engraved with law patterns were tied around it, and the entire space was filled with an obscure and inexplicable aura.
In the center of the dark altar, a delicate figure in a white dress sat cross-legged, and all the power of the ban and suppression was concentrated on her body.
The woman in the white dress has jade-like skin, which is a bit sickly fair. Her long black hair spreads out like a waterfall, covering most of the altar. When she opens her eyes, her eyes are pure black. The only drawback is that her eyes are dull and empty. No anger or mood swings at all.
In the void around the altar, there are ancient stone tablets that are hundreds of thousands of feet high. They are engraved with divine inscriptions of origin, which are extremely obscure and difficult to understand. The stone tablets are densely packed, with no less than a thousand in number.
"She is the master of the library?"
Yan Xing's tone was determined, and what he saw before him was exactly the same as the reflection that was reflected in his childish hole.
Without hesitation, Yan Xing turned over and jumped into the cave entrance. The powerful force in his body surged and gathered at his feet.
"broken!
"
Rumble——
The power of falling into the sky, a full blow, hit hard on the thick chains that bound the dark altar. The law patterns on it flickered with divine light, unable to withstand the devastation, and began to crumble and disappear.
Katcha!
With one move, the whole body was affected, the formation nodes were broken, and the chain of suppression and ban suddenly lost its meaning of perfection. The connection between the dark altar and the space here was cut off, and it slowly hung away, becoming an independent unit that could be separated.
The consciousness of the Goddess of Origin on the altar is still in a deep sleep, and her eyes are lifeless and colorless. Yan Xing did this intentionally and cannot wake up the Pavilion Master yet.
Because, from the beginning to the end, there was a vague gaze watching him. He was a powerful god and demon from Feixian, and he was probably not an old guy like Xian Lian who had run out of life.
"I will take the human pure blood away."
After Yan Xing said this, he raised his hand to tear open the dimensional crack and stuffed the entire pitch black altar inside.
After doing all this, Yan Xing looked at the ancient stone tablet and the colorful ocean formed by condensed spiritual energy, with greed flashing in his eyes.
Crash--
The seven-color ocean suddenly boiled, and where the altar disappeared, a huge whirlpool appeared, swallowing up all the spiritual liquid. At the same time, all the ancient stone tablets suspended in the void sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared.
"Hey, you are so stingy!"
Yan Xing pursed his lips slightly, knowing that he couldn't do anything about it. If he continued to be entangled, the person peeping in secret might not be able to bear it anymore.
Feixian Dongtian still thought that he was here to ask for human pure blood on behalf of the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary. Although he had originally planned to take advantage of the situation, he didn't expect that Feixian's senior officials were so smart and had already taken advantage of it in advance.
Therefore, he cannot release the suppression for the Pavilion Master here, otherwise it will not make sense, and he is also worried that the Pavilion Master will go crazy after being freed from the trap. The battle between gods and demons will inevitably attract the powerful men of the Holy Domain, and then the bottom line will be missed.
After Yan Xing left, the void buzzed and twisted, and a man wearing treasure armor stepped out, looking around the empty surroundings, a complex look flashed in his eyes.
This person was the last strong man of gods and demons to appear when the Fallen Immortal Realm fell. He was in his prime and his combat power was at its peak.
The guardian of the Nine Orifices Exquisite Immortal Heart.
…
Things progressed more smoothly than expected. After performing a full set of performances, Yan Xing said goodbye to his friends in front of everyone, and then went back home to the "Holy Master's Residence" located in the center of the Holy Land.
What is a Saint Master?
In the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary, the Holy Master is the most special existence. This position does not have any real power. It does not participate in the operation and management of the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary, but it has a supreme status. Even the Lord of the Sanctuary will treat it equally. , even treat each other with courtesy.
The only meaning of the saint's existence is to reach heaven to hear and convey heaven's will.
As the Infinite True Immortal, the Divine Phoenix Empress cannot appear frequently due to "unknown" reasons and according to the rules, and cannot even stay in the Infinite Continent for a long time, in order to avoid the recurrence of the disasters of the ancient times.
Therefore, the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary needs a spokesperson to communicate with Her Majesty the Empress and deliver various decrees. This is the only responsibility of the Holy Master.
To put it bluntly, the Holy Master is just a "microphone", but his skills are just a few hundred million points higher.
Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. Although a holy master is respected, his life is always in danger. The real immortal is moody, and under the threat of "unknown", he is very sensitive and irritable. If he is not careful, the microphone will become a punching bag.
For example, Yan Xing's last term was burned to ashes by a ball of heavenly fire because he accidentally made the empress unhappy, without even a chance to beg for mercy.
This is a high-risk profession, so it’s no wonder that you can enjoy various welfare rights. After all, who would care about a dead person whose life is in danger?
When Yan Xing learned this, he just smiled and didn't care. He was happy and at ease.
Deep in the mansion, Yan Xing pushed back a group of servants and maids, closed his eyes and calmed down, his mind having entered the dimension of hell.
"Kaka, don't make trouble!"
Yan Xing's brows trembled, and he quickly walked up to the altar and pinched Kaka off the pavilion master's chest. Does this little guy want to feed?
"Card?"
"Little brat, if you want to drink milk, go to your mother!"
After driving Kaka away, Yan Xing's expression became solemn, and he walked around the dark altar for several times. The light shone deep in his right eye. The rarely used [Eye of Breaking the Void] was very useful in breaking the formation. .
After all, this is a talent that is as famous as [Hell Dimension] and was born together, coming from the Ancestral Dragon of the Void.
"Broken! Broken! Broken—"
Yan Xing's figure flickered, pulling out large afterimages on all the formation nodes in every corner of the altar. At the same time, with a finger, the sharp energy condensed, cutting off the operation of the formation.
Katcha!
Buzz!
The altar trembled and buzzed, shattered and collapsed, disintegrating into pieces. The strange power that enveloped the pavilion master quickly weakened until it completely dissipated.
"Hmm~"
The pavilion master's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a soft moan came from between the red lips and white teeth. The next moment, blurry colors appeared in the dead and empty eyes, and gradually became clear from confusion.
"Yan, Yan Xing..."
The Pavilion Master stood up slowly, as strong as a god or demon. This small movement caused her to stumble and fall, which showed her weakness.
"Pavilion Master, are you okay?"
Seeing this, Yan Xing quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help.
"Well, I'm fine, thank you, thank you for saving me."
The master of the pavilion shook his head at Yan Xing, pursed his lips and smiled softly. The smile was unusually pure, like a blank piece of paper that had not been touched by anyone.
How could it be okay?
Yan Xing sighed secretly in his heart. The pavilion master had been suppressed and locked up on the altar since he was a baby since he was discovered to be a human pure blood. In order to extend his lifespan, Feixian's senior officials forcibly promoted him to the realm of gods and demons.
For 500 million years, every day and every night, I have been meditating on the magical scriptures on the origin inscriptions, and passing on the translated secrets of kung fu to the disciples who come to the library to receive the inheritance.
It can be said that the Pavilion Master is like a mining card that has been violently used. It looks complete on the outside, but the chip inside is on the verge of collapse.
"Card! Card~"
At this time, Kaka jumped up and ran over, holding a sky blue leaf in his hand, raising his hands high, and was about to stuff it into the mouth of the pavilion master.
"This is?"
The pavilion master looked confused and turned to look at Yan Xing, wondering whether he should open his mouth or not.
"Hey, you guys are so partial!"
Yan Xing burst out laughing. Normally, he had to sneak around and compete with Kaka in order to eat a few leaves. Unexpectedly, Kaka became more generous at this moment.
"Pavilion Master, eat, you will be fine after eating."
"It's rare for this little thing to be so generous. It seems she likes you very much."
"Kaka——"
Kaka pushed the leaf in his hand, his big eyes flashing, as clean and pure as the pavilion master's eyes.
