Chapter 5491

At the moment when he collided with the Buddhist beads of the ascetic, he saw that there were many tombs in the folded space, like rootless catkins, floating in the void.

There is no life in these tombs, but there is a terrible fluctuation of law. They seem to fall into a deep sleep and wake up like lions at any time.

A strong breath of death spread over the whole area of zhangjiazu, forming an independent space.

The ancestors of Zhang's family who were buried here all seemed to be extremely arrogant.

These countless spatial ancient patterns are interwoven together, like a broken thread, thousands of threads.

"Ruoling, I'll hold him down. You go in and accept the call of your ancestors."

Ye Chen said without hesitation that the ascetic monk is not weak, but also has entered the true realm. In order to prevent the use of too many cards to reveal his whereabouts, he can only deal with it clumsily, but it is not the way to drag on. Zhang Ruoling is from Zhang Jia, and Zhang Jia's ancient pattern array will not threaten her.

Now that they have reached this place, it's chance.

The call of Zhang's ancestors depends on Zhang Ruoling's own blessing.

Zhang Ruoling looks at Ye Chen with some worries. Her strength is far below the ascetic monk. She really can't help Ye Chen. At this time, she can only gamble.

The ascetic monk's face was blacker, and his endless roar resounded: "no one can enter!"

"Oh? Can you stop it? "

Ye Chen hummed coldly, and offered a Geng Jinyuan amulet with his backhand, which evolved countless flying swords and went to the ascetic monk.

In a flash, the ascetic monk uses his strong body to resist Ye Chen's attack.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

A flying sword of Geng gold and a sharp knife of Geng gold penetrate the body of the ascetic.

The Buddha's light splashed all over his body, and the beads in his hands burst out a very bright light, which turned into the true Qi of Buddhism and protected his muscles and veins.

For the ascetic monks, the blood is just skin and flesh trauma, and it doesn't hurt the muscles and bones at all.

Ye Chen is tiny a Zheng: "dammit! Hongmeng big starry sky, open

The heavenly power of Hongmeng's big starry sky has evolved into Dao Qi, and is frantically chopping towards the ascetic monk.

The ascetic monk holds the Buddhist beads in his hand and blocks them. His life-long behavior retreats step by step under the pressure of Ye Chen.

……

At the moment, within the ancestral space, Zhang Ruoling smoothly passed through the cracks of the space, and came to the land of her perception.

"Here you are at last!"

A quiet voice sounded again, Zhang Ruoling did not fear and did not shrink back.

"I'm Zhang Ruoling. I don't know what I'm calling for."

"I'm Zhang Bingyun, the ancestor of Zhang family. I've learned from the Confucianists. Zhang family is our root."

The voice was very gentle, without any intention of killing, just full of softness.

"I was not born in eastern territory." Zhang Ruoling didn't know why he wanted to draw a line with this woman. He suddenly said that he didn't want to have any relationship with her.

"The eastern territory is our hometown. People of my family are born with tattoos. They can go in and out of the eastern territory freely. They are protected by tattoos. Even the spatial ancient tattoo array will not hurt you."

It seems that the voice did not want to trace back to the source, just plain about the Zhangjia people and the eastern territory.

Zhang Ruoling was originally a well-educated martial arts practitioner of a famous family. He had to listen to Zhang's rigid emotions in front of such a peaceful elder.

"The source of my Zhang family's cultivation is the spirit of the gun, and most of them are based on animal power. Do you know what Zhang family's first practice was based on?"

"Isn't it the source of cold ice?"

Zhang ruling guesses boldly that ye Chen says that his blood is back to his ancestors, and that his cold breath, which is totally different from that of the people in Nanxiao Valley, is probably the source of his ancestors' magical power.

"Not bad." The voice with a gentle smile, seems to be very satisfied with their descendants, "you are the only one of the descendants of Zhangjia, is destined to undertake the mission and responsibility of revitalizing Zhangjia."

The responsibility and mission of the family.

Zhang Ruoling can't help thinking of his brother who is still in nanxiaogu. He also carries the mission and responsibility of nanxiaogu.

And at the moment, because of this predestined blood, will soon become an important rely on Zhang.

"Senior, I have never lived in Zhangjia."

Are you afraid? Zhang Ruoling is not afraid.

But she didn't want to bury herself for the sake of the pedantic family.

"But the blood of Zhang's family has always been there, and even if your ancestors left the eastern territory, aren't they from Zhang's family? Is the source of your Tao also a soul with a gun? Will you return to your ancestral land one day? "

Zhang Ruoling hesitated. She suddenly felt that everything was so causal.

The ancestors left the eastern territory, perhaps in order to make more room for the Zhang family. They created nanxiaogu, but they never gave up the inheritance of the Zhang family.She even remembered that her father had touched her and her brother's head and taught them to live up to the family's hope.

Yes, she is from Zhangjia, no matter where she is.

"Accept my inheritance Fu Zhao and lead Zhang Jia to a longer road."

The ancestor's voice became weak and long, and countless echoes filled Zhang Ruoling's ears, like a knife chiseling and axe carving, hitting her heart.

"I will!"

Shua!

A little light waves rose out of countless cracks in space. Those light waves formed a pure white imperial edict and penetrated into Zhang Ruoling's body.

She bathed in the ice and snow, closed her eyes, quietly accepted the inheritance, and constantly stabilized her strength.

At this time, a group of Zhang's guards heard the news and arrived.

Zhang Ruoling closed her eyes and looked at her. I'm afraid there is still a quarter of an hour to complete the inheritance of Zhang's ancestors.

A group of Zhang's guards, with the charm of martial arts, cut Zhang Ruoling with their swords.

Seeing that Zhang Ruoling was about to be killed, all of a sudden, she opened her eyes, and a ghost came out of her body.

This can Nian figure, surrounded by the breath of ice, is an extremely beautiful woman with amazing appearance. It is actually the can Nian of Zhang's ancestors!

Zhang Ruoling was called by Zhang's ancestors, and there was a trace of memory of his ancestors in the inheritance of the imperial edict.

At this time, Zhang Ruoling is in danger, and the ancestor Cannian will naturally fly out to protect her.

"Bold! I'm Zhang's descendant, and you dare to hurt me! "

With a wave of his hand, the ancestors of Zhang family gathered into infinite flowers of ice and frost, and beat them hard.

A group of Zhang's guards were shocked and retreated by the impact of the frost flower.

"Zhang's descendants?"

At this time, Zhang's guard's face showed a very strange expression. Is the girl in front of him Zhang's?

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