Liu Zhongtian died with his eyes closed. How could he have imagined that Xia Qingyi would do something to him.
His relationship with Xia Qingyi was not that good, but at least they were from the same school.
Xia Qingyi greeted Lin Chen before, but Liu Zhongtian didn't take it to heart. After all, the so-called friendship is empty in the face of interests.
"Elder Princess, thank you very much."
Lin Chen smiled, already knowing that Xia Qingyi would not take action against him.
If Xia Qingyi wanted to harm him, he would have had the chance during the Dayu Dynasty and would not have waited until now.
"Young Master Lin, you're welcome. Please call me Qingyi." Xia Qingyi spoke softly.
Lin Chen didn't say anything, but quickly stepped forward and touched the treasure on Liu Zhongtian's body.
As the holy son of the Sun and Moon Sect, Liu Zhongtian has some wealth, with more than two million top-grade spiritual stones and seven heaven-level spiritual weapons.
There were many powerful spiritual weapons among them, and Liu Zhongtian didn't even have a chance to use them, so the people were gone.
"Qingyi, give me half of it."
Lin Chen took out half of the top-quality spiritual stones and handed a few heaven-level spiritual weapons to Xia Qingyi.
"Master Lin, I don't need it." Xia Qingyi shook his head.
"I was the one injured, but you were the one who took the final blow. It's fair to split the score equally."
"Then I won't be polite."
Xia Qingyi smiled. She didn't care about these treasures, but Lin Chen obviously regarded her as a friend.
"Junior Brother Lin, we'd better retreat quickly."
Han Hu walked over with a wry smile on his face.
He felt that he was a little redundant. With Lin Chen's strength, he didn't need his protection at all.
Lin Chen took out two heaven-level spiritual weapons and gave them to Han Hu.
"Elder brother, there are still treasures in the ancient palace, I won't leave for the time being."
"That's okay. I'm just worried that if there is an elder from any sect who covets your Holy Fruit of Return to Heaven, he will be shameless and bully the small." Han Hu said solemnly.
He acted cautiously, believing that after obtaining a treasure of the Huitian Holy Fruit level, he should evacuate immediately. Only by returning to Tianxiang Pavilion would he be truly safe.
"It doesn't matter."
Lin Chen collected the Holy Fruit of Return to Heaven and placed it directly on the first floor of Linglong Tower.
The ancient palace is filled with golden light, and treasures are still pouring out.
Those people nearby who were about to make a move restrained themselves at this moment and did not dare to snatch Lin Chen's treasure.
Even Liu Zhongtian was killed. Unless he was a figure of Beihuang Shixiu's level, who would dare to be Lin Chen's enemy.
There were many geniuses from the Sword Control Sect present. They were extremely shocked when they saw Lin Chen using his sword and unleashing his sword power.
The Tianxiang Pavilion disciples, at such a young age, were able to unleash their sword power, which was simply shocking. In comparison, their Sword Controlling Sect disciples looked useless.
Lin Chen waited for a while, but the treasures pouring out of the ancient palace were not very good.
The 4,000-year-old Huitian Holy Fruit is already the most precious.
In addition, there were several top-quality spiritual weapons, and Lin Chen, Han Hu, and Xia Qingyi each got one.
There are also some good heaven-level martial arts secrets, but Lin Chen is not very interested. The Wanli Blood River Palm he practiced is already powerful enough.
Wang-level martial arts is not the strongest in the Northern Wasteland, but it is also very precious.
"Since Xilin Martial Saint has left a legacy here, with his status, there must be king-level martial arts, but I don't know how long it will take."
Lin Chen thought in his mind that except for the Holy Fruit of Return to Heaven, the treasures erupted from the ancient palace were mediocre and unsuitable for the status of a Martial Saint!
The Martial Saint is a being who is superior to the Martial King and the Martial Emperor. A mere heaven-level spiritual weapon is not worth mentioning at all.
"Little guy, don't wait any longer, just open the door of the ancient palace and go in."
Suddenly, Lin Chen heard Ah Zi's voice transmission.
Ah Zi stretched out and looked sleepy. He was sleeping before and didn't know that Lin Chen had arrived at the entrance of the ancient palace.
"Azi, are you sure you can break open the ancient palace door?" Lin Chen's eyes flashed.
He also suspected that only by breaking into the ancient palace could he obtain more valuable treasures.
"Of course there is."
"As long as you can get close to the ancient palace, I can break open the door." Azi waved her kitten paw, full of confidence.
"However, the seal of this ancient palace is very strong. It's not easy for you to get close to the ancient palace. Let's try it first."
After Ah Zi finished speaking, Lin Chen took a step forward, the sword energy around him surged, breaking through a layer of golden light, and quickly approached the ancient palace.
The crowd automatically moved out of the way.
The closer you get to the ancient palace, the greater the pressure you face. Once you get to the back, it’s difficult to move forward!
Some people have tried to break into the ancient palace, but they can't even get close to the gate of the ancient palace. They can only wait for the treasure to spray out a hundred meters away from the ancient palace.
Lin Chen used his sword energy to clear the way, like strolling in a courtyard. The power of the ancient palace's seal could not stop his steps.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Chen had arrived in front of the ancient palace and could touch it with his hand.
Behind Lin Chen, everyone looked horrified.
Xia Qingyi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. She also tried to get closer to the ancient palace, but she could only go up to ten meters away from the ancient palace.
"Azi, it's your turn."
"this……"
Ah Zi was stunned. It seemed that she had underestimated the power of the Divine Dragon Body and the Supreme Divine Dragon Spirit!
In the void, a purple light burst out.
The next moment, the gate of the ancient palace opens!
Lin Chen took a step forward and broke into it.
Everyone's eyes were wild, and they wanted to break into the ancient palace directly like Lin Chen.
Someone took action, but as soon as they took a few steps, they were blown away, bleeding from all the orifices, which was extremely miserable.
Not everyone can touch the seal of the ancient palace!
Lin Chen relied on his strong physique and the blessing of his martial soul to get close to the ancient palace.
Walking inside the ancient palace, there was a golden statue that exuded terrifying pressure.
Just like Lin Chen faced the statue of the Martial Saint Dayu in the past!
Even if it is just a statue left behind by a strong warrior in the Martial Saint Realm, it contains terrifying power.
"What a strong energy and blood!"
"Young man, you are very good. As long as you donate half of your blood essence, you can become my heir!"
A shadow emerged from the golden statue, it was an old man with an evil aura.
Lin Chen secretly thought something was wrong. Unexpectedly, this statue contained not only the will of the Martial Saint, but also the incarnation of the Martial Saint!
"Kneel down! Donate your essence and blood, and I can teach you supreme martial arts!"
Xuying pressed down with a palm, exuding overwhelming pressure.
At the same time, the entire statue turned dark red, filled with an evil aura.
Outside the ancient palace, the gushing golden light suddenly turned into bloody light.
For a moment, screams could be heard!
Someone wanted to fight for the treasure, but was enveloped in blood light. In an instant, his body exploded into a bloody mist!
"not good!"
"This bloody light is weird!"
Han Hu led several disciples from Tianxiang Pavilion and quickly retreated, but still a little slower. The bodies of five disciples exploded, including two female disciples, who died extremely tragically.
The incident happened so suddenly that no one expected it. Han Hu's reaction was already too fast, but in the end he still failed to lead the disciples of Tianxiang Pavilion to escape.
At this moment, Han Hu looked extremely ugly and blamed himself in his heart.
Han Hu was also injured, but his skin was rough and his flesh was thick. When he noticed something was wrong, he evacuated immediately. The injury was not serious.
The disciples of Yujian Sect, Sun Moon Sect, Snow Mountain Sect and other sects all suffered heavy casualties. Not even their bones and dregs were left. They turned into a torrential light of blood and entered the ancient palace!
"Essence and blood, I need more essence and blood!"
The shadow laughed, its face ferocious.
The hair on Lin Chen's body stood on end, and he felt a terrifying sense of oppression, trying to squeeze out his body and drain the essence and blood out of his body!
