Fantasy: The Starting Sect Saint Child, The Protagonist Recognizes The Eldest Child

"As long as Young Master Yan is satisfied!" Wang Yong said hurriedly: "I just hope that Young Master Yan can say a few kind words for our brother in front of His Highness Saint Child in the future!"

"Don't worry!" Xiao Yan patted his shoulder, and then said: "But don't disturb me if you have nothing to do in the future. I like peace and quiet!"

"Yes!" Wang Yong nodded quickly.

Xiao Yan walked towards the inside of Youhan Cliff. Although Youhan Cliff is called a cliff, it is actually a huge cave on the edge of the cliff. Most disciples are on the outermost side and never go deep.

Because it was too cold inside, but Xiao Yan always felt like something was calling him, making him couldn't help but walk inside.

"Strange, why do I always feel like this? Is there any opportunity in this cold cliff?" Xiao Yan suddenly became energetic, because he had felt this way before, and he had gained a lot from it.

After walking about another four to five hundred meters and going around several winding stone wall passages, Xiao Yan stopped because he saw a dark stone wall.

There were engraved words on it, and a ball of flame appeared in Xiao Yan's palm, and he began to distinguish them carefully.

"I am the Wuyun Daoist of the Yunlan Sect. I reached the Immortal King realm at the age of eight hundred and sixty. However, I was jealous of the leader of the Yunlan Sect at that time. He united with the monks from other sects to trap and kill me here!"

"The skills I practice are hidden on the stone wall. When someone is destined to get it, they only need to smear the blood on the stone wall!"

Looking at the few lines of text on the stone wall, Xiao Yan was stunned. Reaching the Immortal King at the age of 860?

This dark cloud Daoist, what a genius! You know, enlightenment monks have a life span of three thousand years.

Most enlightened monks who want to cultivate to the Immortal King realm are basically over 2,000 years old. Even his master, Empress Yan, took 1,500 years to cultivate to the Immortal King realm.

But this Wuyun Daoist only took 860 years. He is definitely a genius, and the skills he cultivates are definitely unparalleled!

Xiao Yan was excited in his heart, "God will not stop me! Hum, so what if I can't get the Azure Lotus Heavenly Flame? I am favored by God, and I have obtained this heaven-defying technique!"

Xiao Yan directly made a cut on his palm and pressed it against the stone wall. Lines of black light flew out from the stone wall and entered Xiao Yan's mind.

Half an hour later, Xiao Yan's tightly closed eyes opened, and a black light flashed in his eyes.

"The Soul Seizing Technique directly absorbs other people's cultivation and enhances one's own strength. Although it is a bit vicious, as long as it can make you stronger, it is a good technique!"

"Furthermore, as long as I kill every monk who absorbs it, who will know that I have practiced such skills!"

"Jie Jie!"

A crazy and cruel smile appeared on Xiao Yan's face, and he looked outside Youhan Cliff, where many Violet Palace monks were imprisoned.

A month later, on Saint Child Peak, Su Qingdai was nestled in Mu Qingcheng's arms.

"Ms. sir, what should I do if it happens again?"

Mu Qingcheng touched her belly and said with a smile: "What can I do? Give birth! Why don't you want to give me a baby?"

"I hate it, how can I?" Su Qingdai pouted, looking a little cute, and then buried her head in Mu Qingcheng's arms.

"You bad guy, you have tortured me every day for this month! Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten pregnant so quickly!"

The corners of Mu Qingcheng's lips raised, "Is it my fault? I just refined Strange Fire, and the fire energy in my body is relatively strong, but there is nothing I can do about it!"

Speaking of this, Su Qingdai suddenly looked at Qing'er who was playing with Yang Zihan in the distance.

"That little girl, you have to grow up quickly!"

Mu Qingcheng knew what Su Qingdai meant, so he stretched out his hand and hit her hard on the erection.

"Don't talk nonsense! Qing'er is my sister!"

"Tch!" Su Qingdai rolled her eyes. Her husband was good at everything, but he was a little bit prude.

During the day he is a humble gentleman, but at night he transforms into a big bad wolf.

Mu Qingcheng looked at Qing'er who was playing with Mu Hangjing. This little girl had some advantages in coming to Saint Child Peak.

He can help them take care of their children, which gives him more time to talk about life with his wife. This is also why.

well.

Junior brother Xiao Yan, you have a younger brother or younger sister again.

"Ms. sir, the last time I went to Youhan Cliff to see Yan'er, I always felt that he was acting weird, and there seemed to be an evil spirit in his eyes!" Su Qingdai said suddenly.

The corner of Mu Qingcheng's mouth was slightly raised. Of course Xiao Yan was weird. This was his masterpiece. The reason why Mu Qingcheng decided to imprison Xiao Yan in the cold cliff.

It is because, in the original work, Youhan Cliff is described in detail. In the original work, Xiao Yan was also imprisoned in Youhan Cliff.

However, when he saw the Heaven Seizing Art, he did not practice it, because at that time, Xiao Yan had obtained the Azure Lotus Heavenly Flame.

The level of Ten Thousand Fire Burning Heaven Jue has been greatly improved, and he is not as eager for revenge as he is now.

Naturally, he would not practice the evil art of Seizing Heaven, which harms others and benefits oneself.

But now.

Hum.

How could he refuse a technique that could quickly improve his strength?

at this time.

In the cold cliff.

Xiao Yan's eyes appeared in front of Divine Treasure realm monk Wang Yong with a fascinating light.

"Young Master Yan!" Wang Yong said hurriedly when he saw Xiao Yan.

"Wang Yong, I found a stone cave in Youhan Cliff. It seems to have been left by the previous sage monks. I can't open it with my cultivation. Please help me open it!" Xiao Yan's voice was a bit hoarse.

Wang Yong nodded quickly: "No problem, Young Master Yan. Young Master Yan is indeed the stepson of Saint Child. You can also find the inheritance of the previous monks in Youhan Cliff. I admire you!"

Wang Yong followed Xiao Yan into Youhan Cliff very doggedly, but after entering four to five hundred meters, Wang Yong stopped.

Because he saw several shriveled corpses lying on the ground.

"this?"

Wang Yong was shocked.

"These are the disciples who were sentenced to confinement in Youhan Cliff. How come they are all like this? No, I have to report it to Deacon Li immediately!"

Wang Yong was frightened. Although there were only a few Violet Palace disciples, they died in Youhan Cliff. That was his responsibility.

The trouble was serious now, but as soon as he turned around, his face was startled, and a huge black sword penetrated his body from the chest.

"Xiao Yan, you!" Wang Yong suddenly understood. These Violet Palace disciples were all killed by Xiao Yan!

Wang Yong is a monk of the Divine Treasure First Layer. Even though he was attacked by Xiao Yan and the giant sword penetrated his body, the golden light erupted from his body and still knocked Xiao Yan away.

"Divine Treasure, haha, it's really not that easy to deal with, but, Jie Jie, you will definitely die today!"

Xiao Yan took action directly, his body glowed with black light, and his aura had reached the Violet Palace Ninth Layer.

"Xiao Yan, you have practiced magic!" Wang Yong was horrified because the True Qi in his body was rapidly draining along the wound.

And the direction of the loss turned out to be Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan just took a deep breath, and his whole aura became stronger.

What kind of magical power is this? It was so terrifying that Wang Yong was frightened and wanted to run away, but how could he escape?