The ugly man looked at the spirit cards in the ancestral hall. He looked coldly at the spirit cards placed in front of the spirit table in the ancestral hall. Most of them were just some of his useless juniors. He once had great hope for them.

With their own help, the Jiang family can produce another Jindan monk. But these people disappointed themselves again and again. No emotion came out of his eyes. He thought in his heart, "It's all useless.

waste!"

The ancestor of the Jiang family looked up at the tokens placed at the highest point in the ancestral hall. The words on it seemed to have just been drawn with gold lacquer. He looked at the words on it, revealing a look of remembrance.

Hundreds of years ago, the Jiang family was a small Qi refining family. At that time, the Jiang family's cultivator had the highest cultivation level and the eighth level of Qi refining. Next was his father at the seventh level of Qi refining, and the remaining dozen people.

They are just cultivators in the early and middle stages of Qi Refining. The Jiang family was attracted by a nearby foundation-building family in Lingshan in Baimang Mountain. At that time, the Jiang family had just landed in Baimang Mountain and had no other family members.

It’s good to have a friendship, it’s better for others to take advantage of the situation, let alone stand up for them.

When the Jiang family heard the sound of the wind, they did not resist. In order to protect themselves, they moved away from Baimang Mountain overnight without any slight drag on the mud. They walked along the way, and passed by some mountains, rivers and spiritual veins where spiritual energy gathered, but they all had their own masters.

.In the end, more than a dozen Qi-refining cultivators came to Qiguo and wanted to find an ordinary first-level spiritual mountain to practice. However, in the secular world, even a first-level spiritual mountain is not so easy to find.

Yes.These Qi-refining cultivators first chose a place to rest.

At that time, Jiang Cang, the ancestor of the Jiang family, was still a 11 or 12-year-old boy. His cultivation level was only at the second or third level of Qi Refining. The ancestor of the Jiang family also forgot that he was holding a small ship at that time.

The black-sailed boat was rowing to the center of the river. A paper lantern was hung under the wooden shed on the boat. The lights were dark. He held the fishing rod and hung the bait, and threw it into the distant part of the river. The fishing line looked like a silver thread.

In the night on the river, there were still more than a dozen small boats in the black shed. All the cultivators of the Jiang family were in the river, and they were rowing a small boat in the black shed. After they settled by the river, they found a kind of silver sword fish in the river.

Although it is not much spiritual energy, it is like nectar from the sky to them!

The moonlight was quiet that night, far away from the river, the blurry black shadows of trees on the shore were shaking gently, the wind blew the forest, and the river was covered with silver light. He was wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat

The river is far away from the black-sailed boat, and silver light is shining from time to time, and then a few "dong" sounds, and the water on the river is rippling. Most of the silver lights are silver sword fish jumping out of the river, and the smooth scales are reflected by the moonlight.

The light emitted was not rowed by the black-sailed boat. The silver swordfish was very brave. Once it was alarmed, it would take at least two or three hours to come out again. It was already early morning, and I waited

When the sun shines, when the river water becomes a little hotter, the silver swordfish will dive to the bottom of the river again.

Jiang Cang was patient and looked at the fish bladder on the river. Suddenly, the black-sailed boat swayed violently. Soon the sand rising from the river made his boat strand. Jiang Cang looked around carefully, feeling the majestic

The spiritual energy made me feel confused for a moment.

The newly rising Lingsha Valley is very small, only seven or eight meters long and one or two meters wide. Jiang Cang did not dare to shout, so he quickly pushed the boat into the water and rowed towards the rest of the Jiang family desperately, and then there was

Today's Lingsha Valley!

Now hundreds of years have passed, Jiang Cang recalled everything he had in the past, closed his eyes and sighed.

Suddenly, a stunning light in the shape of a green half-moon appeared silently one foot away from him, as fast as lightning, and the green light tore the air and made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, but the sound had not yet been heard.

Dao Qingmang had already slashed at the back of his head. In the blink of an eye, he was only three minutes away from the man. Qingmang had no intention of stopping, and with a stance of indomitable move, as if he would not chop Jiang Cang.

In half, never give up.

"Qingquan, it's me!" However, Jiang Cang was not at all panicked. A faint black light appeared from him. The blue half-moon-shaped shocking light was dispersed as soon as it came into contact with the black light, revealing a

After turning the green crescent blade in the air, Jiang Cang turned around and reached out his five fingers to emit five black air, entangled the crescent blade, grabbed it in his hand, then he looked at an empty place in front, and slowly

Said slowly.

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

"Who are you?" The second elder of the Jiang family looked alert and looked at the man who looked like a ghost in front of him. This man could silently break through the clear water and sand formation of the Jiang family and come to their ancestral hall.

This man showed his own breath for no reason. Jiang Qingquan, who was in the secret room of the ancestral hall, was afraid that he would not feel anything.

Jiang Qingquan secretly activates the magic trick in his heart, but the crescent-shaped blade wrapped in black air just shook slightly and failed to break free from Jiang Cang's hands. He looked at the other party, his heart was as deep as ice, and their Jiang family tonight

I'm afraid I'm doomed.

"By the way, too, I look like this, and now even my breath has changed a little bit. It's normal for you to not recognize it." Jiang Cang spread his hands, looked at the withered and dark ghost claws, and smiled sadly.

A few sounds.

"You should recognize this!" He flipped his hands and took out a token from the storage bag, then forced a drop of blood from his fingers, with a trace of black light, and fell into an inconspicuous cup.

On the soul lamp, the already dim soul lamp was already in full bloom after the drop of black and red blood beads merged into it!

"Ancestor, you are back. Qingquan pays homage to the ancestor." Jiang Qingquan looked at the token in Jiang Cang's hand, and at the same time saw the inconspicuous soul lamp blooming in the green light. His eyes lit up, and he showed excitement.

His expression immediately leaned over to the ground.

That was the soul lamp of the ancestor of the Jiang family. It was originally placed in the most conspicuous place above the spiritual table in the ancestral hall. However, over the years, Jiang Qingquan exchanged it with another bright green soul lamp.

"Ancestor, what are you..." Jiang Qingquan raised his head, looked at the appearance of the Jiang family ancestor, and asked caringly and worriedly.
Chapter completed!