You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 910 Haunted?

"You're afraid of death too? And... so incompetent! From your appearance, I can tell that the Chuxuan Holy Land has also reached its end!" The young man looked at the Chuxuan Patriarch, who was now lying like a sieve, from an infinite distance, with a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "This piece of trash isn't worth my effort. I'd rather leave it as a grindstone."

As the words came out, Chang Qing felt as if they were spoken to him. Was this the whetstone that Grandpa Zhao had left for him? A seemingly powerful ancestor of the immortal sect?!

Changqing withdrew his gaze and looked at the 'self' who was breathing in more than breathing out. He felt a little dazed and felt as if he was going to die.

"You don't have much life left, your destiny is shattered, your fate and soul are burned out. I can't save you, but I have a way. Are you willing to use it as another cornerstone for your promotion?" The young man narrowed his eyes, waiting for an answer.

The predecessor seemed to be aware of his own situation, and with his last breath he asked, "Do you think that the 'I' you are optimistic about can break all this and make these sects pay the price they deserve?"

"I don't know, and it's even uncertain whether they will practice or not. But if they do practice, these sects will have to bear the price. I guarantee it!" The young man responded word by word.

The predecessor looked at the young man and the girl twice more, as if wondering whether what they said was true or false. After a long time, he exhaled his last breath: "Okay, take this useless body. May I ask what your names are?" The predecessor smiled, as if this was his last wish.

"Zhao Wuji."

"Yu Linglong."

Daoguo's predecessor raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he guessed that this was a fake name, but it was enough...

The young man named Zhao Wuji gently hooked his fingers, and a few strands of golden threads fell down. He gently hooked his fingers again, and like a fishing line or a fishhook, a few mosaics were hooked out and appeared in front of Changqing. There was a mysterious aura, and Changqing could not see through it, but after some tricks, a crystal white light ball was formed.

"I'll help you take care of those chickens, so go ahead and don't worry."

"Thank you~" A pale corpse on the ground dropped its head, as if it had lost its charm, but there was a smile on the corner of its mouth, looking free and easy.

Fire suddenly broke out, and the corpse turned into ashes, flying in the wind.

The scene created by the Dao Fruit came to an abrupt end, and Chang Qing woke up from the illusion. He patted his head, grinned, and said with a bitter face: "That young man is Grandpa Zhao? He's quite young~"

But the next moment, he held his head with a bitter expression: "Grandpa Zhao really thinks highly of me. He started planning countless years in advance and gave me this huge task. So many immortal sects, even including the ancestors, asked me to take revenge! With my thin arms and legs, this is going to kill me!"

After calming down, Chang Qing stared directly at Dao Guo. He thought he was not a threat to him and could even be considered a gift of equipment. "If I absorbed you now, how strong would I be?"

Dao Guo shook his head: "Although your body is strong, you are still too weak. You will be blown away even if you are weak!"

Changqing: ...

Changqing was choked. He was indeed an immortal, eating cowhide like a sparrow.

"Do you really want to absorb it?" Daoguo frowned deeply.

"What? Are you scared to death?" Chang Qing smiled and looked at the white, illusory figure. Once absorbed, the consciousness of the Dao Fruit would also be refined.

Dao Guo shook his head and was about to explain the pros and cons, but saw Chang Qing suddenly waved his hand in boredom: "Absorbing Dao Guo is a disaster rather than a blessing. It is better to wait until a critical moment one day and use it to advance to a higher realm. By then, I am afraid it will be the immortal realm. It is really not about how fierce the thunder tribulation in the immortal realm is!"

Changqing’s imagination and Daoguo’s speechless voice: What a jerk! Instead of thinking about the benefits of refining it, he only wants to cheat others. This is really something.

"Let me ask you something. How long have you been inside me?" Chang Qing suddenly asked.

"I was born with intelligence 80,000 years ago. As for before I became ignorant, I think it was at least 200,000 years ago." Daoguo answered truthfully. Now that everything has been made clear, there is no need to hide it.

"Hiss~ The old man is too cruel. Those ancestors have survived for nearly 300,000 years. I don't know how advanced their cultivation has been. Grandpa Zhao, this is too bad! I'm going to die! Ah ah ah ah ah ah!" The wailing sound resounded through the mountain, as resentful as a female ghost.

Daoguo was speechless. Such a nonsensical and unfathomable personality was truly rare. He was afraid that there were only a few people like him in the world.

He set up a formation and sat cross-legged on a rock. The Dao Fruit returned to his body, calming his mind. Thinking of the dangers after ascension, he also had a greater desire for strength.

Calm your mind, point your fingertips, and three streams of light will fly over.

It is shaped like tears, and is clearly a divine object of gold, but it does not show any sharp edge at all. Instead, it reveals a strong sense of sorrow, and its aura is gentle and winding - Phoenix Tears Black Gold.

A bottle of blue crystals, sparkling and shining, as if made of stars, extremely dazzling, and like fine sand, but strangely heavy. As soon as the small bottle fell to the ground, it sank half an inch into the soil - water crystal.

And this last one is extraordinary. It is a translucent crystal similar to amber. The spiritual power and the earth energy in it are constantly entangled, faintly turning into a dragon-shaped energy. It is condensed from the source of the earth's purple energy and spiritual veins - Hou Tu's true crystal!

These three things, no matter which one, are enough to make any powerful person in the outside world covet and even fight for them, but now they all fall into his hands.

As soon as the three items appeared, the spiritual roots in the body seemed to sense something, and a layer of fiery red afterglow fell on Changqing's body, like a different kind of armor. Changqing clearly felt the desire of the spiritual roots, and how could Changqing not feel it!

His gaze blazed over the three heavenly treasures before him. If he absorbed all three, his spiritual roots would reach perfection. His cultivation speed and spiritual root quality would undoubtedly be greatly enhanced. Despite his fiery gaze, he shuddered for no apparent reason. He still remembered the pain he'd felt when he'd absorbed the immortal core. Absorbing all three at once, he wondered what kind of chaos his body would experience.

The spiritual root appeared before his eyes, and Changqing tried to communicate for the first time: Can you grasp it?

The spiritual consciousness is weak, with only endless desire.

"Well, even if it's a dangerous place, I'll still venture into it!" As he spoke, Chang Qing looked at the three treasures in front of him, swaying back and forth, and finally his gaze stopped on the water spirit: "Water benefits all things without competing. Don't be so aggressive when you come up, be gentle, ha~"

Before he could make a move, the spiritual root branches suddenly attacked, carrying the three treasures and began to absorb them directly.

His body stiffened, and he looked around, as if every pore in his body was trembling slightly: "I always have a bad feeling."

Chang Qing felt his brain was about to explode when he saw the spiritual roots: "Fuck, you're going to go all in right away! No!"

The moonlight gradually faded away and hid in the spiritual clouds, which seemed a little unbearable to look at.

The wailing sounds like a female ghost kept ringing out from Xuan Ge Peak at night. They sounded like sorrow, resentment, hatred, madness, and the shrillness of being skinned. The groans after the pain disappeared were endless and kept echoing, making the disciples of Xuan Ge Peak uneasy and creepy. It was like a veil of fear covering their hearts, making it difficult for them to concentrate on their practice. They were so panicked that they couldn't help but get up to catch ghosts.