Chen Qingyuan and Yun Qingmo were the only two people left in the hall, which seemed particularly quiet.

There are two guards guarding the door. If there is any movement, they will immediately report it to the elders.

"Senior, do we agree?"

Yun Qingmo originally thought that he would be suppressed by force, but unexpectedly he was treated kindly, which made him feel a little moved. I really don’t blame him for not having the courage, but because his own strength is limited and he acts cautiously.

"You sit here first and I'll go take a look around."

Chen Qingyuan did not answer, but smiled meaningfully.

There was tea on the table, not a sip of it.

It's not that I'm afraid of being poisoned, it's that I'm unhappy and have no interest at the moment.

"Oh." Compared with the monsters in the world, Yun Qingmo was indeed much worse. The only advantage I can see so far is that he is very obedient.

"Tear!"

In front of Yun Qingmo, Chen Qingyuan raised his left hand and drew his index finger into the void in front of him, and a dark crack suddenly appeared.

"call out"

The next moment, Chen Qingyuan stepped into the crack and disappeared from the place.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks returned to their original state.

Yun Qingmo, who watched this scene from close range, was speechless and stunned.

......

Even if it is the realm of the main vein, Chen Qingyuan can still shatter the void and perform small-scale space jumps.

Looking at many places in the main line of Xijiang, they are relatively unfamiliar, but mixed with a sense of familiarity.

Relying on that familiar aura, Chen Qingyuan hid his figure, avoided the patrol team, and went straight to the location of the ancestral temple.

A huge ancestral hall and a cemetery next to it.

Desolate and desolate, lonely and cold, traces of time have been left everywhere.

"Xiao Liu, I'm here to see you."

Chen Qingyuan avoided many barriers and had an unobstructed journey. His eyes were melancholy, hiding infinite thoughts.

The Tomb of the Ancestor was guarded by a dedicated strong man, just because he was afraid something would happen.

When he got nearby, Chen Qingyuan stopped.

If you go further, you will definitely be discovered.

"Talk to an old guy!"

When he arrived, Chen Qingyuan had already thought of various countermeasures and was calm and composed.

In an ancient palace located at the deepest part of the main line, the front hall was empty, not even a table or chair. At the end of the inner hall, there is an object suspended, exuding a vague ancient aura.

A young bamboo.

It is about three feet long and has two bamboo joints.

The surface is green and tender as new shoots.

The light mist is like thin threads wrapped around the tender bamboo.

The young bamboo that was sleeping suddenly woke up.

It smelled a familiar scent and was extremely excited and surprised.

"call out"

The tender bamboo tore a crack in the void, heading in the direction of the familiar aura.

An ancestor guarding this hall noticed the fluctuation of the laws of the ancestral artifact, and immediately pushed the door open and found that the ancestral artifact had disappeared. A trace of panic appeared on his weather-beaten face, and he was filled with fear: "It's gone!"

"Find quickly!"

Search quickly without delay.

This young bamboo is the treasure of the eighteen clans in Western Xinjiang.

Over the past 300,000 years, there have been several huge turbulences in Western Xinjiang. They all relied on the power of tender bamboo to suppress the riots and stabilize the situation in the shortest possible time.

In the eyes of the senior officials of the Eighteen Meridians of Western Xinjiang, Nenzhu is an extremely special and top-grade holy weapon. No one in the history can be recognized by Nenzhu as its master.

However, once the Western Xinjiang is in turmoil or faces difficulties, the Eighteen Meridians can consume a large amount of resources to stimulate the young bamboo and will not reject it.

Normally, Nenzhu ignores anyone's requests and visits.

In the place of the ancestral temple, the sky rippled slightly.

A faint green light flashed, and the tender bamboo with extraordinary significance floated in front of Chen Qingyuan, trembling slightly and excited.

"Buzzing—"

There are layers of halo on the surface of the tender bamboo, spreading around, expressing this joy that is hard to calm down.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Chen Qingyuan stretched out his hand and touched the tender bamboo. He felt a cold feeling from his fingertips and sighed in his heart.

Colorful tender bamboo, its name.

Its origin is a creature created by heaven and earth, a colorful bamboo heart, which is very rare. After being polished and refined, it turned into three feet of tender bamboo. It was one of the most famous divine swords 300,000 years ago.

The sword of Liu Yuanyin, the ancestor of the Eighteenth Lineage, is a genuine quasi-emperor's weapon.

The ancient battle was so brutal that before his death, Liu Yuanyin threw his sword back into the world and let him go back on his own. Because of that battle, the sword was damaged and lost its glory as a quasi-imperial weapon.

Even so, the remaining power of the tender bamboo is still superior to the sacred weapon, protecting Western Xinjiang from being divided for 300,000 years. The eighteen branches jointly govern, check and balance each other, and develop steadily.

"Zheng——"

The moment he was touched by Chen Qingyuan, the young bamboo trembled more and more intensely. He never thought that one day he would see his Majesty again. He was so excited that he could not suppress it.

The sword clanked, quickly attracting the attention of the senior officials of the main line.

The ancestor guarding the ancestral temple appeared from a high place and cast his gaze.

Immediately afterwards, the old guy guarding the ancestral artifact also came, extremely worried, fearing that if the ancestral artifact was lost, it would be a huge loss to the clan and cause unimaginable consequences.

It was about an ancestral weapon. After hearing about it, the strongest person in the main line couldn't sit still.

"Who are you?"

Several ancestors captured Chen Qingyuan's position through the turbulence of the laws of the ancestral weapon, and immediately surrounded him.

"Did you do it when the ancestral artifact was revived?"

The elders naturally saw the tender bamboo trembling in front of Chen Qingyuan, with incredible expressions. This was the first time they had seen it in their lives.

The tender bamboo trembled, and the Tao moaned softly, as if... coquettishly.

how can that be possible?

When everyone thought that the ancestor weapon might be acting coquettishly towards this stranger, their heads seemed to explode, and they were terrified. They questioned whether they had gone crazy while practicing and entered a very real illusion.

"Let these old people talk somewhere else, go to Xiaoliuzi's tomb!"

Chen Qingyuan ignored the elders' questions, looked down at the tender bamboo in front of him, and gave instructions.

"Woo——"

Nenzhu was shocked, indicating that he would do it immediately.

Then, a mechanical voice appeared in the head of the strongest man in the Eighteen Lines of Western Border, making his old body tremble and his eyes filled with surprise: "Make way and go to the Lord's Tomb."

The Supreme Patriarch, who was about to come out to see the situation, was startled when he heard the sound and suffered a cardiac arrest. Although it was the first time he heard this voice, he was sure it was the instruction of the ancestor, and it sounded familiar.

"Everyone gets out of the way and cannot be stopped."

The Supreme Patriarch immediately sent a message to all the senior officials, his tone was stern and no disobedience was tolerated.

Although they didn't know the reason, the elders were very obedient and retreated towards the rear.

Without any obstacles, Chen Qingyuan strode towards the cemetery.

Follow the scent of old friends to the tomb.

"Brother, who is that person?"

"Master, the ancestral weapon awakened on its own and has a great relationship with that person."

"Should we activate level one alert to prevent accidents?"

The elders spoke up and expressed their opinions.

"You all go and do your own business. I will handle this matter personally."

The Taishang Ancestor's eyes were very cloudy, with shock and fear hidden in their depths. He lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, seeming to have guessed something, with a deep look of awe on his face.