Ye Ling suddenly remembered the gaze she saw when she left the Xuantian Temple.
Ye Changqing seemed to know what he was thinking, and nodded silently.
Ye Ling took a deep breath.
“Uncle… those are…”
“…It is the foundation of our Xuantian Holy Land, and it is also our ‘old ancestor’.”
Ye Changqing said softly.
When Ye Ling heard this, she immediately fell into a trance.
Isn’t this the kind of species in the novel that every Holy Land-level force must have in it – old age! It’s just… this number is too much! Ye Ling remembered the pair of eyes she saw before leaving.
That densely packed large piece is horrifying to watch, at least a rough count… it’s also above a hundred.
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“Are they still alive”
Thinking of this, Ye Ling couldn’t help but feel her scalp tingling.
Although he has long known that the realm of the emperor can live for a long time, he is known as the giant of the ages.
But…even if there is an emperor every thousand years, it is impossible to have so many immortals in it, not to mention that Ye Ling, who is so easy to break through the realm of the emperor, can’t help but doubt that he was at that time. Not wrong.
But when Ye Changqing heard his question, he chuckled lightly: “To live is indeed to live, but it is only half-dead to live.”
Ye Ling was slightly taken aback when she heard this.
“What Uncle Means”
“Using a long sleep and turtle’s breath to delay one’s aging, and lingering in a coffin to live… This is also living.”
“Forehead……”
Ye Ling heard the words and glanced around subconsciously, for fear of being overheard, she immediately.
Put on a wicked hat.
Seeing this, Ye Changqing gave him a funny look.
“Those ancestors usually don’t waste time, their ‘time’ is precious.”
“Unless there is such a big chance to be born like today.
Or maybe my Xuantian Holy Land is really at the juncture of life and death crisis.
Otherwise they can’t waste their time.”
Ye Ling was speechless.
It turned out to be the case, no wonder there were so many people.
But this way he… just relax.
After all, a group of immortals and a group of immortals who have been sleeping are not the same concept at all.
Ye Ling didn’t want to have a group of old guys pointing at him after he became the Holy Master.
If possible, let them continue to sleep like this…
Back at Tianling Peak, Ye Ling immediately ordered to summon elite disciples.
And he picked up the news delivered these days and checked it carefully.
This includes the movements of other major holy places.
The birth of such a high-level secret realm will inevitably lead to competition among the major holy places.
Just like the Xuantian Holy Land dispatched Ye Ling, other holy places also have powerful disciples or elders dispatched, and their purpose must also be for the Source Power Orb.
Ye Ling looked at it individually, but finally her eyes fell on Meng Xuanji.
Others, not worth mentioning.
“There is news from Surabaya City”
After a while, Ye Ling called Aao to ask.
“Master Mingjian, there is indeed news just now”
“Oh tell me.”
“It’s about this generation of saintess in Tianyin Holy Land.”
Under Ye Ling’s gaze, Aao slowly recounted what happened just yesterday.
It can be said that Tianyin Holy Land is not outstanding in combat, and it is not outstanding among the Great Holy Land.
Therefore, in order to get more benefits in this competition, they naturally used their usual means – win over, buy, and lure them for profit.
In a nutshell, it is… I want those loose cultivators and ordinary sect disciples to be cannon fodder for them.
So Le Linlang held a so-called ‘genius meeting’ after arriving in Surabaya City, inviting the geniuses from the various loose cultivators to a banquet.
