Chapter 2002 Zhuge Qingfeng's Shock!

The wild holy land, inside the Collection Pavilion!

The Diancang Pavilion is the place where the Tianhuang Holy Land collects books, and it contains the classics handed down from the past generations of the Tianhuang Holy Land.

At this moment, Zhuge Qingfeng, the Eighth Elder of Tianhuang Holy Land, was rummaging for something in the Dianzang Pavilion.

There was a long line of classics one after another, and each classic, as if with a pair of invisible wings, flew towards Zhuge Qingfeng continuously, then flew past him and flew back to the bookshelf.

And every book that flew past Zhuge Qingfeng was scanned by his soul power, and the contents of the book were immediately printed in Zhuge Qingfeng's mind.

The power of the soul swept through the classics, but at this moment, seeing Zhuge Qingfeng's frown getting deeper and deeper, he shook his head slowly, as if he was a little disappointed.

Judging by Zhuge Qingfeng's appearance at the moment, he should be looking for something, but he probably hasn't found what he wants yet.

"I heard from Elder Leng Yi that he had seen the record about the Holy Master and the Nine Nether Art, but he accidentally saw it in an ancient book in this Dianzang Pavilion. Why didn't he see it?" Zhuge Qingfeng secretly Said softly.

"Elder Leng Yi said that when he saw that ancient book in the Dianzang Pavilion, a hundred years had passed!

A hundred years, hey, after all, a hundred years, there are too many accidents in a hundred years. "

From the moment he entered the Dianzang Pavilion, Zhuge Qingfeng began to look for it. As time passed, only a small part of the classics in the Dianzang Pavilion remained untouched by him.

But the fewer classics left, the more uncertain Zhuge Qingfeng felt.

"Huh?" At this moment, when an ancient animal skin scroll that looked extremely broken flew past Zhuge Qingfeng's face, Zhuge Qingfeng's complexion changed immediately, and he grabbed the scroll and saw that there were countless The scroll of the years!

The recorder of this scroll is a former ancestor of Tianhuang Holy Land, and it records some events of his time.

His eyes scanned the words in the scroll, and finally, Zhuge Qingfeng's eyes fixed on those simple lines of ancient characters:

The Tianhuang Divine Art was called the Nine Nether Art when it was handed down by the holy ancestors.

Today, Leng Yi, the fifty-third generation ancestor of my Heavenly Desolation Holy Land, succeeded to the throne, and changed it to the Jiuyou Devil Art!

After reading that sentence, Zhuge Qingfeng's face changed, and he said in surprise: "The Heavenly Desolation Divine Art was once really called the Nine Nether Demon Art!"

"Isn't this ancient scroll what Elder Taishang Leng said I saw a hundred years ago?" Zhuge Qingfeng said secretly, his eyes fixed on the ancient scroll in his hand.

But at this time, Zhuge Qingfeng was a little disappointed. Apart from these few lines of ancient characters, the other records in this ancient scroll were not what Zhuge Qingfeng wanted.

But these few lines alone are of no use to Zhuge Qingfeng.

At this time, Zhuge Qingfeng slowly released his right hand, and the ancient scroll of broken animal skin slowly flew away from his hand.

At this time, Zhuge Qingfeng no longer had any hope in his heart, after all, the era of the Holy Ancestor Leng Aoyue was too long away from now.

Countless pieces of information about that era have been lost in the long river of history.

The classics in the Dianzang Pavilion continued to fly in front of Zhuge Qingfeng, and just as Zhuge Qingfeng was about to leave the Classical Pavilion, that handsome and extraordinary face changed again.

At this time, I saw Zhuge Qingfeng's white, slender right hand suddenly stretched out again, and tightly grasped a beast bone with an ancient desolate atmosphere in his hand. "The Great Guardian of the Holy Ancestor's Letter of Evil Cause!"

"Evil cause!" These two words are familiar to the disciples of Tianhuang Holy Land. The great guardian of this ancestor is rumored to be a very powerful existence in ancient times.

He has experienced countless battles with the ancestors and made great achievements in battle!

Even in this Dianzang Pavilion just now, Zhuge Qingfeng saw many records about the evil cause of the Great Guardian in ancient times.

"It turned out to be a letter left by the Great Protector, Ein Yin!" Zhuge Qingfeng whispered to himself, and all the records in this letter were printed in Zhuge Qingfeng's mind just now.

It is mentioned in the letter that the holy ancestor once mentioned to the great guardian that although the holy ancestor came from the God War Continent, his real hometown is a place called the Tianheng Continent.

The holy ancestor worships the most powerful person in the Tianheng Continent, the Emperor Jiuyou!

The Ming Gong practiced by the Holy Ancestor was passed down by the Great Emperor Jiuyou...

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"Tianheng Continent! The Holy Ancestor actually came from Tianheng Continent!" At this moment, Zhuge Qingfeng's face became even more astonished.

However, he learned from the Nine Nether Demon Lord that Tianhuang Holy Ancestor Leng Aoyue came from Tianheng Continent! Unexpectedly, this turned out to be true.

Then, he remembered the words of that person again, "Leng Aoyue, he is my disciple!"

"Could it be... is it true?"

"Nine Nether Demon Lord! Nine Nether Demon Lord! Nine Nether Demon Lord Shi Feng is the Nine Nether Great Emperor mentioned by the Great Protector, You Ming! Could it be that he is really the master of the Holy Ancestor Leng Aoyue?

But...but...his bones look like he is really only ten years old!

maybe! He, since he is the master of the holy ancestor, if he uses the means of hiding his true age and the art of retaining his face, how can we see it with my eyesight.

But... but if that's the case, then... isn't he the true ancestor of our wild holy land? "

Zhuge Qingfeng murmured these words secretly, the more he thought about it, the more startled he was, and there were already waves in his heart!

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In the wild holy land, on a cliff, surrounded by clouds and mist.

At this moment, I saw two figures standing proudly on the cliff, looming between the clouds and mist.

"Xuan, do you really not remember me at all?" The two figures on the cliff, a man and a woman, are the old man Luan Wu and that beautiful woman.

And when the old man said those words to the beautiful woman, his wrinkled old face looked a little sad.

Today, this beautiful woman looked very dignified, and naturally she was not as embarrassed as when the strong man came. At this moment, she heard the old man's words and replied: "I'm sorry, I really don't remember knowing you at all."

She is a high-ranking nine-star semi-divine powerhouse, and the reason why she accepted this old man's invitation is entirely for the sake of the Nine Nether Demon Lord.

"Xuan..." The old man muttered the word lightly, and laughed at himself lightly, "That's right, back then, you were the proud daughter of heaven that everyone looked up to, how could you remember me.

Back then, we hadn't met a few times, and we hadn't crossed paths a few times, so how could you remember me as an ordinary disciple! Hehe, hehehe! "

When the old man finished speaking, his self-deprecating laughter echoed in this empty world.

Hearing his self-deprecating laugh, the **** frowned slightly.