Chapter 1,137 The Difficult Path of Cultivation

No wonder the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land sent a ray of divine consciousness to this valley when he was dying. It turned out that such important information was stored inside the treasure box!

"What kind of treasure map is this?"

Ancient Sage Qingyuan couldn't help but ask.

"The treasure map recording the coordinates of the Fairy Holy Spring." Ye Feng said, "Unfortunately, there is only one third."

"What?!"

Ancient Sage Qingyuan and Ancient Sage Jiaoyang were shocked.

They entered the Tianlan Fairyland in order to find the Holy Spring of Fairy Spirits, but who knew that they were besieged and separated by the local fairyland and had no time to look for it.

After escaping into the Tianlan Forbidden Land, the five Ancient Sages of Jiaoyang were also besieged and separated, and their whereabouts were unknown.

No one knows where the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land has been hiding in the Tianlan Forbidden Land during the thousands of years since they were separated, or why he obtained this treasure map.

There was a "whoosh" sound.

Ye Feng caught the Fanjin plaque, made deductions based on the information about the object, and then looked into the distance.

"This object is called the Brahma Gold Plaque. It should have been discovered in Luantian City. The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land was killed by the strong men of Luantian City only after he obtained this object."

Ye Feng explained.

"So, these two things may be related." Ancient Sage Jiaoyang said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Ye Feng nodded.

"What should we do next? There is only one third of the Brahma Golden Plaque, and we cannot determine the coordinates of the Immortal Holy Spring. Why not continue to look for Elder Wu Jian and Ancient Sage Miaoyin?"

Ancient Sage Qingyuan suggested.

"That's what I meant." Ye Feng nodded.

"Are the seniors leaving?" Meng Yuan, the patriarch of the Meng family, asked with his hands raised.

"Yes." Ye Feng nodded.

Meng Yuan hesitated for a moment and said: "Congratulations, senior!"

"No need to give it away." Ye Feng waved his hand, making everyone present stunned.

"The Meng family has done a good job in protecting the relics of the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land. If you continue to stay in the Tianlan Forbidden Land, you may be slapped down by a strong man one day. Therefore, I have decided to take you away."

Ye Feng smiled and said.

"Ah?" Meng Yuan was stunned at first, and then felt a burst of ecstasy.

In his opinion, being able to follow Ye Feng and other powerful people in the fairyland will definitely bring the Meng family to glory again.

Half an hour later.

In the sky.

Ye Feng waved his sleeves, and the power of space fell down, digging away the entire mountain range below that stretched for more than a thousand miles, submerging it into the misty world, and randomly finding a corner to put it in.

The spiritual energy in the misty world is rich and there is no danger.

Here, the people of Mengjiabao will gradually multiply and become the aborigines of the Piaomiao World, which will also play a certain role in increasing the Piaomiao World.

"Let's go!"

Ye Feng waved his hand and flew towards the nearest coordinate point according to the guidance of the positioning order.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away.

In a ruined valley.

Ye Feng, Fox Feifei, Ancient Sage Qingyuan, and Ancient Sage Jiaoyang looked at an ancient village below and saw a huge willow tree at the head of the village.

Under the tree, sitting an old man who was dying.

This man had a broken left leg, a blind right eye, a broken Qi sea, and a terrible Dao injury in the sea of ​​consciousness. He was holding an earthen pot in his left hand and a rusty broken sword in his right hand, which served as a crutch.

That appearance is as miserable as it is.

Everyone fell down immediately.

"Fellow Taoist Wu Jian!"

"You...why are you like this?"

Ancient Sage Qingyuan and Ancient Sage Jiaoyang both clenched their fists, letting their fingers sink deeply into their palms without even realizing it.

The old man raised his head, revealing a face full of scars, and looked at Ancient Sage Qingyuan and Ancient Sage Jiaoyang with his one eye. The corners of his mouth began to twitch, and then he knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

"You are finally here!"

As he cried, Elder Wu Jian lost his voice and cried so hard that he seemed to have experienced tremendous psychological and physical trauma.

An hour later.

The edge of the ancient village.

In a dilapidated brown wooden house.

Everyone sat on the dusty wooden benches and surrounded Wu Jian, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords.

"well!"

Elder Wu Jian held the earthen pot and the broken sword, his only remaining eye was full of sad memories, and he sighed constantly.

"Elder Wu Jian, what happened?"

Ancient Sage Qingyuan put his hand on Elder Wu Jian's shoulder and stared at the earthen jar he was holding, as if he thought of something, and couldn't help showing deep worry in his eyes.

Ye Feng sat on the wooden bench.

He could see that Elder Wu Jian's cultivation was completely lost, his soul was injured, and he became a cripple.

Of course, this is not impossible to save.

"It's better to heal your injuries first!" Ye Feng said, "And your cultivation level should also be restored."

"Is this okay?"

Ancient Sage Jiaoyang and Ancient Sage Qingyuan were both surprised.

Even the grief-stricken elder Wu Jian raised his head and looked at Ye Feng in surprise, feeling incredible.

"Of course." Ye Feng said.

He made a secret with both hands, activated the Heavenly Lord's magical power "Heart of Life", condensed the vigorous source of life on his fingertips, and touched the center of Elder Wu Jian's eyebrows.

But, this is not enough!

Ye Feng continued to make secrets and used "Heart of Life" three times in succession, pouring the vigorous source of life into Elder Wu Jian's body, causing him to undergo drastic changes.

First his face turned rosy.

Then, the gouged right eye shone with light and grew back, and the broken left leg grew back.

The broken sea of ​​​​qi is reborn.

Even the exhausted sea of ​​​​consciousness has a strong burst of spiritual consciousness, quickly returning to its peak.

In a blink of an eye.

Elder Wu Jian stood up. Except for his broken robe, no injuries could be seen on his appearance.

"Not even close."

Ye Feng whispered.

He kneaded the secret with one hand and used the Heavenly Power "Hand of All Transformations" to gather a massive amount of real power and slap it on Elder Wu Jian's eyebrows to restore his cultivation level.

Since then, Elder Wu Jian has completely recovered.

The holy aura slowly enveloped the surroundings.

"This this!"

"It's amazing!"

Ancient Sage Qingyuan and Ancient Sage Jiaoyang were dumbfounded.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Elder Wu Jian was so shocked that he kept looking at himself, as if he was dreaming.

"Now, can you tell me what you have experienced in these years?" Ye Feng asked.

Elder Wu Jian calmed down and sat on the stool, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

After a long time.

"After I was separated from you, I was chased by three human immortals, but because of my strong combat power, even though I was only at the peak of sainthood at the time, I killed the three of them."

Elder Wu Jian began to talk about his experience.

"After killing three immortal queens, I obtained a large amount of elixirs and elixirs. I hid deep underground and survived for three thousand years."

"In the past three thousand years, I have created my own holy-level Qi-condensing magical power and dressed myself up like an immortal."

"Subsequently, I relied on the entire net worth of the three immortals and my own elixirs to successfully break through to the Manifestation of Saints."

"In the future, I have been looking for you in the Tianlan Forbidden Land. I also know that Ancient Sage Jiaoyang is trapped in Tianxian Palace, and I know that Ancient Sage Qingyuan is trapped in Demonic Castle."

"I want to save you, but I'm not strong enough."

"As for the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land and the Ancient Saint Miaoyin, they have not activated the positioning command, and they don't know where they are."

"I continued to practice hard, and after thousands of years, I finally broke through to the peak of becoming a saint, and I felt that my strength was almost there."

"Then I continued to go out and search."

"At this moment, I met the Ancient Sage Miaoyin!"

"Her cultivation has actually reached the Heavenly Saint Realm."

"After we met, we discussed how to leave together. At the same time, we also found the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land."

"But then disaster struck."

"A peak immortal fell in love with the ancient sage Miaoyin and wanted to forcefully marry her, but as you all know, she was very arrogant and naturally she disagreed, and a war broke out immediately."

"Although our magical ability to control the aura is very sophisticated, it is inevitable that we will be exposed in the end."

"And just like that, we were besieged."

"The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Sects Holy Land was being hunted and was missing. Ancient Saint Miaoyin and I fled in other directions."

"It's a pity that I still can't escape."

"That's probably what happened."

Speaking of this, Elder Wu Jian's eyes were filled with sadness, and his old body kept shaking.

"So, even you don't know where the Ancient Sage Miaoyin is now?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, quite curious.

"The Ancient Sage Miaoyin's ancient positioning order seems to be nearby, not far away." Ancient Sage Jiaoyang interjected, pointing to his ancient positioning order.

"She is here." Elder Wu Jian spoke slowly, his voice full of pathos, and he held up the earthen jar in his hand.

Everyone looked over, their pupils shrunken.

crock?

Urn? !

Thinking of this term, Ye Feng, Ancient Sage Qingyuan, Ancient Sage Jiaoyang and others were all stunned.

"Yes, she fell."

Elder Wu Jian couldn't help but burst into tears.