Chapter 1,136 The Tragic Ancient Saint

"Good guy?"

This answer made Ye Feng and others look at each other.

"what happened?"

Ye Feng looked at the low-level practitioner at the head.

This is an old man with a kind face, but his cultivation level is only at the Shenyuan realm, and he is considered very weak in the Tianlan Forbidden Land.

"Immortal, please calm down and listen to what we have to say."

The old man quickly knelt on the ground and said, "We are the direct descendants of a nearby family. We are here today to pay homage to this senior ancient saint."

"A memorial?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

Others also looked at the ground and found that there were many sacrifices scattered there, including slaughtered and steamed chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, as well as some candies, paper figures, glutinous rice, etc.

These are indeed sacrifices.

"Get up!"

Ye Feng waved his hand, "Tell us clearly the cause and effect. If there is anything hidden, I will directly search the soul and forcefully obtain the most accurate information."

"The villain dare not hide it!"

The old man trembled all over and spoke eloquently.

"I am Mengyuan, the patriarch of the Meng family."

"Three thousand years ago."

"Our Meng family encountered a great disaster. This senior took action to kill powerful enemies for us and avoid the annihilation of the clan."

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

"Two thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"Thanks to this senior's guidance, many strong men have been born in our clan within two thousand years."

"At its peak, there were half-immortals."

"But who knows, good times may not last long."

"The enemy of this senior came to the door, killed him, and nailed his body to a stone pillar."

"In that battle, our Meng family also suffered heavy losses. We were almost wiped out and fell from the top."

"Thousands of years have passed, and now only Lao Chan has been born, who is in the weak divine realm. He is far inferior to what he was at his peak."

"At this time of year, our clan will come here to pay homage to our seniors and the dead souls of our Meng family."

Speaking of this, the patriarch of the Meng family quickly looked at Ye Feng and said, "Senior, everything I said is true!"

Ye Feng looked at the old man.

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

"Who killed him?"

The Ancient Sage Jiaoyang pointed at the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land who was still hanging on the stone pillar, with fire almost coming out of his eyes.

"The villain doesn't know where the other party comes from. He only knows that he is very strong." The patriarch of the Meng family shook his head repeatedly, "By the way, the murderer left that thing behind."

The old man pointed to the stone pillar.

Everyone looked over.

A tiny arrow was seen nailing the neck of the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land, nailing him to the stone pillar.

It's been a thousand years and it hasn't fallen off yet.

There is a terrible aura emanating from the arrow.

There is no way to pull this thing out without the cultivation of the Holy Spirit.

Ye Feng waved gently.

The arrow that pinned the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land immediately flew out and was held by his hand.

"Through this object, we should be able to identify the real culprit who killed the Holy Lord of Wanzong Holy Land." Ye Feng said.

As the arrow fell off, the body of the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land finally fell down, and was caught by Ancient Sage Qingyuan and Jiaoyang Ancient Sage. They quickly scratched the face of the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land with their hands.

At this moment, he finally closed his eyes.

"Rest in peace, old man!"

"We will help you avenge this revenge!"

Ancient Sage Qingyuan and Ancient Sage Jiaoyang held the body of the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land and cried loudly.

Ye Feng and Fox Concubine stood aside, silent.

Such is the practice.

Every day, someone dies.

Although this road can allow people to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and be proud of the world, it also comes with many dangers.

If you are not careful, you will be in catastrophe.

Later, Ye Feng made a coffin with his own hands and placed the body of the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land inside.

The practitioners of the Meng family arranged sacrifices to pay homage to the dead Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land, as well as the countless practitioners of the Meng family who had fallen that year.

After half pay.

Ye Feng looked at the patriarch of the Meng family: "Where do you live now?"

"It's in the Mengjia Fort three thousand miles away." Meng Yuan, the patriarch of the Meng family, spoke quickly.

"Go over and take a look!" Ye Feng said.

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

There is a mountain range here.

There is a beautiful valley in it, creating a huge fortress where thousands of direct descendants of the Montessori family live, as well as tens of thousands of collateral descendants.

The main hall of Mengjiabao.

A group of people were sitting on the seats drinking tea.

Ye Feng was looking at the short arrow in his hand, his eyes flickering as if hesitating.

"Master Ye, have you found the real murderer?"

Ancient Sage Qingyuan asked.

"This person is in Luantian City. Although I am not afraid, it is still important to find the remaining two ancient saints first." Ye Feng said.

They beheaded the watchman Zhongshen of Luantian Town and the master of Tianxian Palace. The two sides had long been at odds with each other.

Once Luantian City is killed, it will definitely be a big battle.

In that case, it is not appropriate to find someone.

"That's fine." Ancient Saint Qingyuan nodded, "The remaining two fellow Taoists are Supreme Elder Wu Jian of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, and Supreme Elder Miaoyin Ancient Saint of Tianmiao Holy Land."

"I wonder what happened to them." Ancient Sage Jiaoyang frowned, "Ten thousand years ago, Ancient Sage Miaoyin was already a manifested saint. As long as he evades pursuit, he will definitely become a heavenly saint by now, and he still has the power to protect himself. .”

"Ancient Sage Miaoyin?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

Wu Jian, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, was okay. He didn't know him and had no grudge against him.

However, his relationship with Tianmiao Holy Land is not good.

At the beginning, Yin Rurong was the Holy Master of Tianmiao Holy Land and had a life-and-death feud with Ye Feng. At that time, the incarnation of Ancient Saint Miaoyin who stayed in Tianmiao Holy Land also took action against Ye Feng.

Speaking of which, Ye Feng and Ancient Sage Miaoyin had a grudge.

"That's all! Find the person first. If Ancient Sage Miaoyin turns against me because of Yin Rurong, I don't mind taking action and teaching this person a profound lesson."

Ye Feng secretly said.

…

Mengjiabao, backyard.

This is a huge garden with a multi-layered aerial structure, in which are placed the ancient orders left by the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land during the life of the Meng family.

It contains many images of his lifetime.

"Seniors, the stuff is right here."

Meng Yuan, the patriarch of the Meng family, pointed to the distance and saw a treasure box suspended in mid-air, shrouded in holy power. No one could break it except the holy and fairy realms.

"Thousands of years ago, the senior was nailed to a stone pillar by a powerful enemy. When he was dying, he sent this treasure box to this valley and asked us to protect it."

Meng Yuan added, "After that, our clan moved here and built the Mengjia Fort to protect the treasure chest."

Hearing this, everyone looked at the treasure box.

"It is indeed the aura of the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land!"

"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 a powerful enemy and his body was exposed in the wilderness."

"well!"

Ancient Sage Qingyuan and Ancient Sage Jiaoyang sighed.

"A dead person cannot be resurrected, but we will avenge him." Ye Feng stretched out his hand, broke open the treasure box left by the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land, sucked it in front of him, and slowly opened it.

There are three things inside.

An ancient order recording the image of the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land during his lifetime, a token representing the identity of the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land, and a broken piece of metal.

"Huh!"

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

[Name: Fanjin Plaque]

[Introduction: A treasure map recording the coordinates of the Holy Spring of Fairy Spirits]

[Completeness: one-third]

"It turns out to be this treasure map!" Ye Feng exclaimed, attracting the attention of the people around him.