Chapter 1240 Obtaining the Seed of Sainthood

Get the Seed of Sanctification

Zhang Xing reached out and picked up the hand bones, just about to take a closer look.

Sudden!

There was a bang in his head, and all the scenery in front of him disappeared.

A blurry figure stands proudly between heaven and earth.

Zhang Xing was startled and immediately understood.

This is the divine mind being forcibly brought into an unknown realm and space.

"What era is it now?"

Just when Zhang Xing was calming down, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Senior, it is October 8, 3886 in the Holy Dragon Continent Calendar!"

Zhang Xing replied immediately.

There was silence for a moment.

"A thousand years have passed, time flies as fast as the blink of an eye."

"This is my sad memory, and it is also a seed left to future generations."

"I thought no one would be able to find me and inherit my legacy."

"But now it seems that mankind is prospering again. Has it finally won?"

The saint murmured, as if speaking to himself, but also as if he was asking Zhang Xing.

"Yes, senior, mankind has won, and the dark tribe has been driven back to their home base."

Zhang Xing cupped his fists and said.

"Huh? At such a young age, you actually know about the dark clan?"

The saint turned around and looked at Zhang Xing.

Zhang Xing raised his head and looked at the saint, calm and composed.

"This junior is fortunate enough to meet Holy Lord Ana and learn some old things."

"Oh! It's that girl from the West, no wonder!"

The saint nodded slightly.

"Don't you know your senior's surname?"

Zhang Xing asked.

From the appearance, the saint was probably only fifty or sixty years old.

With a round face and a short beard, he is no different from ordinary people.

"I am Xu Qingyan, the golden-hand saint."

The saint clasped his hands behind his back, with a touch of sadness on his face.

Next, Xu Sheng recalled the cruel past.

He told Zhang Xing about the war in the Eastern Continent against the Dark Clan.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhang Xing.

"Zhang Xing, you are very special. Although I don't know how you practice, your future is limitless."

"And the saint seeds I left behind will definitely help you become a saint as soon as possible."

"But sanctification is just the beginning. If we want to truly defeat the dark clan, we have to rely on ourselves."

"After all, it's impossible for the senior with the blue holy dragon to keep an eye on us all the time."

"I hope you will step up your practice and strive to break through to a five-star saint within a hundred years."

Yes, the holy realm is also divided into three stages: low, middle and high, with nine stars.

Xu Sheng only cultivated to three-star war saint during his lifetime.

If it weren't for the invasion of the Dark Clan, he would probably be a Nine-Star Saint by now.

Zhang Xing agreed happily without hesitation.

"Senior, please rest assured. The junior will definitely study hard and practice hard, and he will live up to the expectations of his seniors."

Such painstaking efforts! "

Xu Sheng stroked his beard with satisfaction.

Despite his calm expression, in fact, he was already so excited that he wanted to roar.

A thirteen-year-old boy, in the Five-Star Venerable Realm, whose spiritual thoughts have reached the fourth step.

Never seen before in eternity!

He was extremely lucky that God had arranged for him such a legendary successor after a thousand years.

He pretended to be calm, and Zhang Xing was sincere and asked for advice humbly.

But in his heart, he had no intention of cultivating Xu Sheng's inheritance.

There is no such thing as diligent study and practice. Instead of wasting the seeds of a saint, it is better to leave them to the destined ones.

Just relying on this seed, all those Nine-Star Venerables are flocking to it!

Of course, there is only one seed, and whoever wants it depends on his performance.

Fifty billion low-grade spiritual stones were spent to buy the saint's inheritance and the seeds of sanctification.

value! Quite worth it!

If Lord Nine Stars knew about it, let alone 50 billion low-grade spiritual stones, he would beg Zhang Xing even if he lost everything.