"Father!"

When Ning Shiqi saw Emperor Ning, he couldn't help but walk over quickly.

"Your son greets His Majesty!" Ning Chen also hurriedly stepped forward to pay his respects.

"Good!" Emperor Ning looked at the Ninth Prince with increasing favor.

Although the Ninth Prince was not his favorite candidate, but since he could enter the Immortal Tomb, he might surpass the First, Second and Third Princes in the future.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!" Chen Xian also stepped forward and saluted Emperor Ning.

Tang Can and others also saluted.

"Chen Xian, what did you get from here?" Without waiting for Emperor Ning to ask, Yu Yanglong of the Yu family could not help but asked first.

Chen Xian glanced at Yu Yanglong, whom he didn't recognize.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he looked at Emperor Ning and said, "It's hard to get an immortal chance. I didn't get any. When the time came, I was sent out by the Immortal Palace."

Of course, they made up these words in the immortal cave.

"Father, what Chen Xian said is correct. That is not an immortal tomb, but an immortal cave. At first, my son couldn't get in because the two fire beasts were too powerful. They wouldn't let my son in, saying that my son had no talent and no spiritual roots, so it would be useless for him to go in."

"The emperor didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, so he argued with the two fire beasts and finally got in."

"and then?"

Emperor Ning looked at Ning Shiqi.

Ning Shiqi sighed, "In the immortal's cave, the immortal didn't leave anything behind, no inheritance, no elixirs or magical medicines, but there are some artifacts that we can't even carry."

Hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed across Emperor Ning's eyes.

He looked at Ning Chen and said, "Old Nine, what about you?"

Ning Chen sighed and said, "Father, I am incompetent and stupid. I don't have the spiritual roots that the two fire beasts mentioned. I just went in to feast my eyes."

Spiritual roots?

Ning Shiqi mentioned these two words just now, and Ning Chen said the same thing now.

Gu Qingyang frowned and asked, "What is a spiritual root?"

Everyone looked at him.

Chen Xian's gaze also fell on Gu Qingyang. This man had a gentle look on his face, but the sharpness in his eyes could not be hidden. He was not a kind person.

At this time, Li Daozhen remembered something and said, "Those two fire beasts, do they mean that spiritual roots are the qualifications for cultivating immortals?"

Ning Shiqi, Tang Can and others looked at Li Daozhen in surprise.

"Senior is truly a prophet. That's what the two fire beasts said." Ning Shiqi said.

Hearing this, Li Daozhen and Ji Changfeng looked at each other.

Gu Qingyang and the others frowned and looked at Li Daozhen: "Sect Master Li, do you know about spiritual roots?"

Li Daozhen nodded secretly: "It is recorded in the Zhenwu Xuanling Sutra of my Zhenwu Dao Sect, but it is not detailed. It only mentions that spiritual roots are the resources for cultivation."

Ji Changfeng said: "The Tianwu Sutra of my Tianwu Sect also has records about 'spiritual roots'. It seems that our ancestors didn't know much about it, only a few words."

Gu Qingyang was slightly stunned and looked at Ji Changfeng.

Is it recorded in the [Tianwu Sutra]? How come he doesn’t know it?
Ji Changfeng said: "The Tianwu Sutra has three volumes, and the first volume you are reading does not have this record."

Gu Qingyang's eyes flickered slightly. Only the sect master could read all three volumes of the [Tianwu Sutra], so it was no wonder that he didn't know it.

Chen Xian glanced at Ji Changfeng. It seemed that the latter was the old leader of the Tianwu Sect, the old powerful Emperor Wu.

The old man in Taoist robes is the old leader of the Zhenwu Taoist Sect, Li Daozhen.

Emperor Ning frowned: "You all don't have spiritual roots?"

Chen Xian said: "Your Majesty, this is my father Chen Quan, and she is my sister Chen Rong. They are just ordinary people. Although they are lucky enough to go in with us, they are just here to take a look."

"In fact, there are only six of us who are qualified to obtain the Immortal Fate. I'm sorry to disappoint Your Majesty. The Immortal Fate is hard to come by. Perhaps we are not that lucky."

Ji Changfeng and Li Daozhen stared at Chen Xian and the other eight people carefully. Chen Quan and Chen Rong were indeed mortals and could be ignored.

Chen Xian’s talent is already amazing enough. If even Chen Xian cannot get the opportunity, let alone the two mortals.

The two of them mainly stared at Chen Xian and the other six, trying to feel something different from them.

In fact, they do feel it.

Even the two mortals Chen Quan and Chen Rong had that aura.

Fairy spirit.

After all, even if you don't get the opportunity when you enter the Immortal Tomb, the Immortal Tomb is filled with immortal spirit. As long as you enter, you can absorb some of it and keep it in your body.

At least it can prolong your life.

The reason why the two were able to determine that Chen Xian and the other eight had a faint immortal aura was because there was immortal blood in their two sects.

There is also immortal spirit in the blood of immortals.

But in comparison, the immortal spirit in the eight people is very thin.

Gu Qingyang and Yu Yanglong stared at Chen Xian and others. They would still believe that Chen Quan and Chen Rong did not become immortals.

But Chen Xian and the other six were all young people with great talents. How was it possible that they didn’t gain anything?
However, the six people have always said that they have not obtained the opportunity to become immortals, so they can't say anything.

"Without spiritual roots, you can't get anything?" Lei Jianheng frowned and said, "Then why not open the Immortal Tomb and let everyone go in to try and see who has spiritual roots?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Lei Jianheng as if he were a fool.

Open the Immortal Tomb?

Why!

Those who have the opportunity to enter cannot obtain the immortal fate, but those who don’t have the opportunity to enter can obtain it?
Besides, the Immortal Tomb is not under control, but the two fire beasts have the final say.

According to the descriptions of Qu Xunyang and Zhan Yu, the two fire beasts were more powerful than even the Martial Emperors.

Ji Changfeng was well aware of this. His attack power was very strong. If the strong man in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm did not come out, he would already be the strongest man in the world. However, when he fell on the stone wall, there was no reaction at all.

Based on this alone, if he entered the immortal's tomb, he would be killed by the two fire beasts.

Besides, no one knows whether the immortal has left behind any other powerful means.

Chen Xian glanced at Lei Jianheng. Judging from the lightning sword robe he was wearing, he must be a member of the Leiwu Sword Sect.

It was definitely the old Emperor Wu from the Leiwu Sword Sect.

Finally, the crowd dispersed.

Emperor Ning was also full of disappointment. He had found the Immortal's Tomb, but gained nothing. Even if he had obtained an item, it would have been fine to bring it out and study it.

"The army should withdraw to Fengtian military camp. Xu Wangqin, you should also take the people from the Demon Suppression Division back to Kyoto City."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Half a day later.

The 100,000 troops withdrew, and the 40,000 demon-suppressing soldiers also left Qingshan Town under the leadership of Ning Yang.

Ji Changfeng, Li Daozhen and others did not stop either.

Since there is nothing to gain, there is no point in staying here.

Anyway, the specific location of the immortal's tomb has been found, so there may be a chance in the future.

"Half a year has passed?"

Chen Xian asked Zhan Yu and his friends how long they had been in the Immortal's Tomb. Zhan Yu said it was half a year, but they clearly only felt it was half a day.

One day in the fairyland is equal to one year on earth?
Is there really such a saying?

This kind of talk also happened in previous lives.

three days later.

There are fewer and fewer warriors around Qingshan Town. Zhang Tan, Peng Dazhuang and others have not withdrawn yet, but are waiting for Chen Xian.

In the town, Liu Shigang is building a new house for his family. It is very big and the foundation has been laid.

Chen Xian asked Liu Shigang to continue building the house, even if he would not live there, as he might come back to live there one day in the future.

Of course, he would not let Liu Shigang spend his money and effort in vain, so before leaving, he left ten gold ingots.

"Xiao Xian, will dad still go to Fengtian City with you?" Chen Quan asked.

To be honest, he was a little reluctant to go.

Although life in Fengtian City is luxurious, it always feels boring.

It’s better to stay in the town, where there are many familiar faces and you can work and talk with them when you have nothing to do. Life will not be lonely then.

"Dad, you must go with me!" Chen Xian said.

Anyway, Dad has been to the immortal tomb and even got an axe.

If I don't go with him, someone will definitely come and take Dad away.

"That's okay!"

Chen Quan nodded. He also knew that if he was not with his son, he would become a burden to his son if something happened.

March thirteenth.

Chen Xian brought the people from the Demon Suppression Headquarters back to Fengtian City.

After settling his father and sister Chen Rong, he went to work at the Demon Suppression Headquarters, and everything returned to normal.

He knew that many people were watching them secretly.

You must never show any strangeness.

Otherwise, all eight of them would be in danger.

In the Demon-Suppressing Hall.

Chen Xian asked Zhang Tan, Wang Yan and others to get busy.

He sat alone in the hall, thinking about things.

There were ten people who entered the Immortal Tomb, and Zhan Yu and Qu Xunyang were thrown out.

Only eight people entered it.

He obtained a scroll: The Beginning of Chaos.

And a pure yang golden elixir.

His father Chen Quan got an axe for chopping wood.

His sister Chen Rong received a small golden bell.

Ning Chen obtained a Golden Dragon Red Blood Pill.

Ning Shiqi obtained a long sword, but he couldn't draw it.

Tang Can obtained a Fire Phoenix Spear, which looked quite powerful.

Wang Yan obtained a Blood Flame Divine Sword. Wang Yan himself did not know its specific power because he was unable to activate the Blood Flame Divine Sword.

Xiahou Feng obtained a skill called "Wind Control"

Chen Xian took it and took a look at it, but there was no writing inside. Only Xiahou Feng could see the writing.

So he didn't know what the mantra of [Yufengxing] was.

He did not ask Xiahou Feng either. After all, it was an opportunity that someone else had obtained, so he still had to have some privacy.

"Eight people took away nine things!"

Chen Xian murmured in his heart. Except for him who took two pieces, everyone else took one.

Later they wandered around other places in the Immortal's Tomb but still gained nothing and finally left.

He originally wanted to practice in the cave for a while, but there was a time limit in the cave, so they were all sent out after half a day.

In the storage ring.

Chen Xian's consciousness sank into it, and he opened the picture of the beginning of chaos and looked at it carefully for a moment. The more he looked, the more confused he became, and the more chaotic his mind became.

The crack that had just opened, while he was watching with his spiritual consciousness, somehow closed up.

But when he rested for a while and his spiritual consciousness fell on the scroll again,
The painting remained unchanged, still in that chaotic state.

There was a gap in the middle that was about to open, and it seemed as if countless rays of light were about to shine out from the crack.

"What a weird scroll!"

Chen Xian murmured, then his spiritual consciousness locked onto the white jade bottle, inside of which lay a golden pill the size of a longan.

"Pure Yang Golden Pill!" he murmured, and as he recalled, there seemed to be no record of this kind of pill in the [Qidan Catalogue].

I don’t know what grade of elixir it is.

However, judging from the word "Pure Yang", he can take and refine this pill.

"Wait a little longer!" he murmured to himself.

After all, how could a mortal like him dare to swallow the elixir made by the immortals directly?

"Continue to practice [Nine Transformations of Yang God]!"

Chen Xian muttered, "Having wasted half a year, the fourth transformation has not yet begun." (End of this chapter)