In Seclusion for 10,000 Years, The Descendants Come to the Door at the Start

Xiang Pengxuan looked at the young man in white in front of him with disbelief, and the words the other party said before echoed in his mind.

Lin Yichen, he said his name is Lin Yichen!

These days, Xiang Pengxuan has a deep memory of this name, because this is the source of confusion in his memory!

And at this moment, why did Xiang Pengxuan know that this young man in white looked familiar to him.

Isn't this special cat almost exactly the same as the figure in white in the portrait!

"You, you can't be, we cut off the heaven, the founder of the sect, right?"

Xiang Pengxuan widened his eyes and said this sentence in an incredible tone.

Lin Yichen didn't answer him, but looked up at the sky.

Boom! Boom!

In the next moment, two tyrannical breaths were uploaded from the sky. If you look closely, there are two figures fighting in the sky.

The rays of light are bright, the fluctuations are vast, and the terrifying air machine swept the ten directions.

Xiang Pengxuan also couldn't care about Lin Yichen in front of him, he also looked at it, and the memory emerged in his mind.

"I remembered that there will be two saints fighting over the sect today, one is the sect master from the fourth-order sect Xuedao Sect, and the other is the elder from the third-order sect Buddha Sect!"

Xiang Pengxuan remembered when he saw the two figures fighting each other.

It was really a weak group at this time in his previous life, he didn't know what happened at all, he only knew that the sky was constantly coming from the sky, and at that time he thought it was a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

It was not until later that he knew that it was two worthy saints fighting each other.

Moreover, the two saints fought each other, but they did not spread to the bottom. At most, they only destroyed the mountain gate of Jietian Sect, and there was no danger.

Of course, playing in the sky all the time is annoying.

According to Xiang Pengxuan's memory, they would fight for a few more days and nights before giving up.

At this moment, Xiang Pengxuan suddenly saw the young man in white next to him, spit out a word towards the sky, "Go away."

This made his eyes widen immediately, brother, my brother, those are two saints!

Even in my heyday, I wouldn't dare to provoke them at will.

Even if you are talented, you haven't grown up yet.

Obviously, in Xiang Pengxuan's subconscious, he still couldn't accept that the founder of his sect would be such a young and handsome son.

However, as expected, the rage of the two saints did not happen.

High in the sky, the two saints who were fighting each other suddenly heard the word 'go away', which sounded nothing to the outside world.

But when it fell in their ears, it was like a terrifying wave sweeping the Nine Heavens, and it was like the roar of a wild beast, and the incomparably terrifying coercion surged over the sky, making them tremble on the spot, and almost fell to their knees.

There are peerless powerhouses!

The faces of the two saints who were fighting were horrified. Neither of them noticed who made the sound. .

It was really too frightening.

on the square.

When Xiang Pengxuan saw this scene, the boss opened his mouth instantly.

He looked at Lin Yichen in disbelief and stammered: "You, you, are really our founder!?"

With the word 'go away', the two saints retreated on the spot. This kind of power was beyond imagination.

He didn't think that the two saints left by themselves. He knew that these two saints were very domineering masters. If they wanted to leave like this, they must have suffered unimaginable pressure.

"Is it a saint king?"

Xiang Pengxuan guessed.

He thought that the talent crystal accidentally detected Lin Yichen's terrifying talent before, and the guess in his heart became certain, it must be a saint king who couldn't escape.

Not even an ordinary saint king.

It's a pity that his talent crystal, even Lin Yichen's 1/10,000th talent, is about to burst.

Otherwise, his guesses would not stop there.

Lin Yichen didn't answer his question, but walked straight into the sect.

Along the way, I saw the almost dilapidated sect building, and I was filled with emotion.

The former Jietian Sect, although it was only a fifth-order sect, was still a big sect.

Unexpectedly, now, withered and decayed to this point.

At this time, in the hall, the old man was meditating.

Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes, and when he saw Lin Yichen, he was shocked.

Unlike Xiang Pengxuan, the old man has worshipped Lin Yichen's portrait for many years, and it has long been imprinted in his heart.

At this time, I suddenly saw the deity, and I recognized it almost on the spot.

But he still couldn't believe it until he saw that the token enshrined in the hall with the characters 'Twelve' was held in the hands of the young man in white, emitting a blazing light.

The old man no longer had any doubts in his heart, and knelt down on the spot:

"Xiang Xingyuan, the former leader of Jietian Sect, pays respects to the first-generation ancestor! Ancestor, you, you are finally back!"

The tone was excited and excited, with a strong tension and trembling.

At this moment, to the old man Xiang Xingyuan, it was like a dream, it was too unreal.

Each generation of the leader of the Jietian Sect will receive a secret order from the former leader before taking the throne, informing them that the first generation leader has not fallen, and will come back sooner or later, making them wait.

But each generation, and finally until the fall, is fruitless.

In this generation, the old man Xiang Xingyuan thought he couldn't wait.

But I didn't expect that on the eve of his immortality, he fulfilled the long-cherished wish of the past sect masters and met the founder of the sect!

At this moment, his mood can be imagined!

At this time, Xiang Pengxuan, who had just come in, saw this scene, and immediately no longer doubted that the young man in white before him was indeed their founder!

"It's changed, it's changed, it's completely changed, the first generation of the founder of the sect is still alive, and his strength is stronger than my previous life!"

Xiang Pengxuan felt that his mind was a mess right now, and the sudden appearance of Lin Yichen completely disrupted his plans.

Lin Yichen didn't care about Xiang Pengxuan, who fell into autism behind him. He gently lifted up the old man Xiang Xingyuan and said:

"I'm late, I'm sorry for you."

"Ancestor, please don't say that, it is we who are sorry for you, the great legacy you handed down back then, our descendants not only failed to carry forward, but also let it decline to this point, it is difficult to atone for the sins of death, cough cough... …”

Xiang Xingyuan talked about the excitement, which affected the injury, and he couldn't help coughing, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

In the distance, the autistic Xiang Pengxuan saw this and immediately abandoned his messy thoughts, ran over quickly, supported the old man, and said with concern and worry:

"Master, don't get excited, speak slowly, speak slowly."

"Feed this to him."

At this moment, Lin Yichen's voice came.

Xiang Xingyuan looked at it subconsciously, and his pupils shrank immediately, "This, this is, the legendary, no, the magic medicine of immortality!?"