In Seclusion For 100,000 Years, My Descendants Ask Me To Come Out

Chen Xuan nodded with satisfaction, thinking that it was good, he was a malleable talent.

The dazzling seam of space opened, Chen Xuan stretched his long legs and half of his body in, thinking of something, he turned back and said to Chen Ji: "Follow up."

Chen Ji, who was shocked by the torn air, suddenly woke up and followed Chen Xuan into the gap of space.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Ji has followed Chen Xuan to the territory of the Nine Dead.

From entering the gap of space to coming out of the gap of space, Chen Ji's mouth has never been closed.

It turns out that the ethereal air can be torn apart and used as a door to various places!

Going back to the realm of Nine Dead and One Live, I saw a magnificent Great Hall. Based on Chen Ji's experience, it is hard to imagine that there is such an extravagant place to live in this world.

This place is a thousand times more luxurious than the palace of the realm master!

Through the delicate windows, Chen Ji saw that the Great Hall was built in a desert.

Such a wonderful building is a place where Chen Ji never dared to think that he could stay, but now, he is standing in the center of the Great Hall!

Before watching the Great Hall, a glass of wine appeared in front of him.

Since his Spiritual Sense was taken from him when he was a child, Chen Ji was busy with his life every day, so he didn't have time to watch the cultivation law, and he didn't know much about the cultivation world.

I don't know that the glass in front of him just looks like a more beautiful wine, and it is hard to find a drop in this world.

Chen Ji took the cup of heaven and earth agar in front of him and asked suspiciously, "Old Ancestor, what is this?"

One day, Chen Xuan lay lazily on the keel chair. Hearing Chen Ji's question, he casually replied: "Heaven and Earth Qiongjiao."

After finishing speaking, I remembered that Chen Ji might not know what it was used for, and said, "Drink it."

Before he finished speaking, a cup of heaven and earth agar entered Chen Ji's stomach. Maybe it tasted good, and he even smacked his lips to taste it.

Chen Xuan was slightly stunned, and then showed a satisfied smile, which was much more neat than the previous six descendants. He sat up and looked at Chen Ji with interest, "This cup was originally worth one Ten Thousand Years Cultivation Base, but your Spiritual Sense was stolen, so this cup can only restore your Spiritual Sense..."

"One Ten Thousand Years!?" Chen Ji shouted in shock: "Ancestor! Isn't this glass of spirit wine wasted? The descendants are incompetent, how can they drink such a good thing, please find a way to put the spirit wine away? Get it out of my belly!"

Chen Xuan: ......What a compliment!

"You are the descendant of my Xuan Heavenly Emperor!" Chen Xuan really hated that iron could not become steel, and roared, "It's just a cup of heaven and earth agar, your ancestors and I still have a few big buckets!"

Hearing this sentence, Chen Ji lowered his head in a low voice.

Thinking of Chen Ji's tragic life, Chen Xuan shook his head and felt a headache. He must have been used to being humble since he was a child.

After holding back his anger, Chen Xuan continued: "But this restored Spiritual Sense is just a very ordinary Spiritual Sense. If you want to have your own Spiritual Sense, you need to grab it yourself."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Ji felt an indescribable force pouring into his body.

It still hurts a bit.

It was a dull pain at first, and then it became more and more painful, as if to tear his body apart, Chen Ji rolled on the ground and struggled constantly.

Chen Xuan looked at him lightly, listening to his screams.

It's not that he is cruel, but it's just that he won the Spiritual Sense, how can it be so easy, he is helping out now, the Spiritual Sense will not exist for more than three days, and that cup of heaven and earth agar will be wasted.

In order for him to rebuild the glory of the Tianhuang Sect, Chen Ji could only endure the pain of slashing the enemy with his hands.

Chen Xuan looked at Chen Ji who was struggling and hoped that he could endure this pain by himself.

Whether Spiritual Sense can be rebuilt or not depends entirely on Chen Ji's own good fortune.

After about a quarter of an hour, Chen Ji's screams became smaller and smaller.

The painful sweat formed a water stain on the ground, and Chen Ji raised his head from the water stain.