The ugly-faced man looked at the spirit cards on the ancestral hall, and he looked coldly at the spirit cards placed in front of the spirit table in the ancestral hall. Most of these people were just some useless juniors of his. He once had great hopes for them, hoped With their help, the Jiang family was able to produce another Golden Core cultivator. But these people let him down time and time again, there was no emotion in his eyes, and he thought in his heart, "It's all useless trash!"

The patriarch of the Jiang family looked up at the tokens placed at the highest point of the ancestral hall. The words on them seemed to have just been painted with gold paint. He looked at the words on them with a look of nostalgia.

Hundreds of years ago, the Jiang family was still a small Qi-refining family. At that time, the highest cultivator of the Jiang family was no more than the elder of the eighth-level Qi-refining family, followed by his father on the seventh-level Qi-refining level, and the rest of the dozen or so people , are just monks in the early and middle stages of qi refining. The Jiang family was in Lingshan in Baimang Mountain, and was taken by a nearby family who built a foundation. At that time, the Jiang family had just landed in Baimang Mountain, and they had no friendship with other families. It was already good for the others not to make trouble. Let alone stand up for them.

When the Jiang family heard the news, they didn't resist at all. In order to protect themselves, they moved out of Baimang Mountain overnight without any delay. Along the way, I passed some mountains and rivers with spiritual energy, but they all have owners. In the end, a dozen or so qi refining monks came to Qiguo, and wanted to find an ordinary first-order spiritual mountain to settle down and practice. But in the mundane world, even a first-order spirit mountain is not so easy to find. These qi refining monks first picked a place to rest on the spot.

At that time, Jiang Cang, the patriarch of the Jiang family, was still an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. The black canopy boat rowed to the center of the river. A paper lantern was hung under the wooden shed on the boat. The light was yellow and dim. He took a fishing rod, baited it, and cast it far into the middle of the river. The fishing line was like a silver thread.

In the darkness of the river, there are still more than a dozen small boats wandering around. All the cultivators of the Jiang family are in the river, each rowing a small boat. With aura, although not much, it is like nectar to them!

The moonlight was quiet that night, and far away from the middle of the river, the blurred shadows of the trees on the bank were swaying gently, the wind blowing the forest moved, and the river surface was silvery. He is wearing a hat

In the middle of the river, far away from the awning boat, there is a silver light from time to time, and then there are a few "booms", and the water ripples on the river surface. Those silver lights are mostly silver swordfish jumping out of the river surface, and the smooth fish scales are reflected by the moonlight. The light was emitted, but he did not row the awning boat, the silver swordfish is very timid, as long as it is alarmed, it will take at least two or three hours before it comes out again, and it was already early in the morning. When the sun shines and the river water becomes slightly warmer, the silver swordfish will dive to the bottom of the river again.

Jiang Cang waited patiently, watching the swim bladders on the river, when suddenly the awning boat shook violently, and soon the sandy soil uplifted from the river grounded his boat. Jiang Cang carefully looked around, feeling the majestic aura at the same time, all of a sudden he was in a daze.

The newly raised Lingsha Valley is very small, only seven or eight feet long and one or two feet wide. Jiang Cang didn't dare to shout, he quickly pushed the boat into the water, rowed desperately towards the other members of the Jiang family, and then there was Lingsha Valley today!

Now that hundreds of years have passed, Jiang Cang recalled all the past, closed his eyes, and sighed.

Suddenly, a cyan light in the shape of a half-moon appeared silently a foot away from him, swift as lightning, the cyan light tore through the air, and made a sharp piercing sound. Dao Qingmang had already struck towards the back of his head, and in the blink of an eye, he was only three minutes away from that person. Qingmang didn't intend to stop in the slightest, and carried an indomitable posture, as if he would never give up until he split Jiang Cang in half.

"Qingquan, it's me!" But Jiang Cang didn't panic in the slightest, a faint black light emerged from his body, and the frightened cyan light in the shape of a half-moon was scattered when it came into contact with that layer of black light, revealing a Turning the cyan curved crescent blade in the air, Jiang Cang turned around and stretched out his five fingers to emit five black air, entangled the crescent curved blade, and grabbed it in his hand. Then he looked at an empty place in front of him, slowly Said slowly.

Jiang Cang stretched out his hand, and on the thumb of his right hand, which was as dry as a ghost's claw, there was a blood-red thumb, emitting a bright red light, illuminating the front, and the flames were like red silk, gathered in a circle, and a black shadow appeared in it.

"Who are you?" The second elder of the Jiang family looked warily at the man in front of him who looked like a ghost. This man was able to pass through their Jiang family's clear water swimming sand formation and come to their ancestral hall without a sound. If it wasn't for this person showing his aura for no reason, Jiang Qingquan, who was in the secret room of the ancestral hall, might not be able to detect him.

Jiang Qingquan secretly urged the Imperial Artifact in his heart, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com But the crescent curved blade, which was entangled in the black air, only shook slightly, and could not break free from Jiang Cang's grasp. He looked at each other, his heart sank like ice, the Jiang family might be doomed tonight.

"By the way, yes, I look like this, and now even my breath has changed a bit. It's normal if you don't recognize it." Jiang Cang spread his hands, looked at the withered and dark ghost claws of his hands, and smiled dejectedly A few times.

"You should recognize this!" He flipped his hand and took out a token from the storage bag, and then forced a drop of his own blood from between his fingers, with a trace of black light, it fell on an inconspicuous lamp. On the soul lamp, the soul lamp that was already a little dim, after this drop of black and red blood melted into it, the blue light bloomed!

"Old Ancestor, you are back, Qingquan pays respects to Ancestor." Jiang Qingquan looked at the token in Jiang Cang's hand, and at the same time saw the inconspicuous soul lamp in full bloom, his eyes lit up, showing excitement With a look on his face, he immediately bent down to the ground.

That was the soul lamp of the ancestor of the Jiang family. It was originally placed in the most conspicuous place at the top of the spirit table in the ancestral hall, but over the years, Jiang Qingquan exchanged it with another bright blue soul lamp.

"Old Ancestor, what are you doing..." Jiang Qingquan raised his head, looked at the appearance of the Jiang Family Ancestor, and asked with concern and worry.

"It's all right now, get up. How have you been in the clan during the years I've been away? It's been very difficult?" Jiang Cang threw the cyan crescent magic weapon in front of Jiang Qingquan, and it fell into his hands.

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