After living in seclusion for 10,000 years, descendants come to visit you at the beginning

The stone statue has three heads and six arms, each head is equally ferocious and terrifying, and each arm is holding a piece of weird-shaped treasure.

Waves of gloomy chill kept pouring out of the stone statue, and the rich black air filled the entire stone statue.

The person kneeling in front of the stone statue is a man over fifty years old. His whole body is shrouded in a black robe. His expression is sincere at this moment, and his eyes are shining with crazy worship.

Even if the stone statue asked him to die, this person would not hesitate at all. It was a look of absolute faith.

This person is the master of Shenbing Pavilion, Yuan Jinghua, one of the thirty-six deacons of Taixuan Sect.

At this time, he was facing the stone statue, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was reciting some spell?

Gradually, the aura emanating from the stone statue became more and more sinister, and the rich green light disappeared and appeared in the black air.

"Jiejie...what are you calling me for? But is there any movement in the Jiuyin Underworld under Taixuan Sect?"

Suddenly, a sinister laugh came from the stone statue, and a pair of cyan eyes poked out from the black air, staring at Yuan Jinghua below.

"Report to the Lord God, is there a major event in Taixuan Sect?"

When Yuan Jinghua heard this, he became more respectful and responded without daring to raise his head.

If Liu Jianxiao were here, he would definitely recognize it immediately. This stone statue is one of the six gods believed in by the Tianshen Sect.

"He is the son of the King of the North!"

Yuan Jinghua's voice was trembling. Although Zhou Fangzun had left, the king's power was still fresh in his memory.

Especially the warning before leaving, which resounded throughout the Far North.

I am afraid that the Far North is now , no one knows the son of the King of the North

"Son of the King of the North, are you sure!"

The blue pupils shrank, obviously shocked.

"What happened, tell me one by one?"

Hearing this, Yuan Jinghua did not dare to delay and hurriedly told the other party the whole story one by one.

"Liu Jianxiao is dead!"

The owner of those green eyes paused for a long time, as if digesting the information he had just received.

"Don't provoke him. The King of the North is not someone to be trifled with. When the King of the North is angry, the iron hooves of the Northern Palace can sweep across the entire Southern Territory."

After a long time, the owner of the green eyes said something that made Yuan Jinghua take a breath.

"But the relationship between the son of the Northern King and Liu Jianxiao is extremely close, and I'm afraid that he will go against our Heavenly God Sect because of this.……"

Yuan Jinghua was a little worried. After all, the relationship between Lin Yichen and Liu Jianxiao might turn against them.

"This matter is related to the King of the North, and we need to discuss it again. Don’t provoke him for the time being. This time you will report your merits, and the God’s Church will send you a Nirvana Pill soon to help you reach the realm of Nirvana and take over the position of the leader of the Taixuan Sect."

After the words fell, the green eyes slowly disappeared into the black air, and the gloomy aura also disappeared. On the other side, Lin Yichen, after Zhou Fangzun left, he has been in the Alchemy Valley..

With the protection of the son of the Northern King, at least for the time being, absolutely no one dares to provoke him.

In the alchemy room of the Alchemy Valley, Lin Yichen crossed his knees in front of a huge alchemy furnace, staring closely at the iron box in front of him.

He touched it with his palms On top of the iron box, Lin Yichen became a little worried, because he found that the iron box could not be opened at all.

In addition to being extremely heavy, this iron box also had another characteristic, that is, it was indestructible. With his strength, he wanted to Forcing the iron box to open is simply wishful thinking.