Ling He looked at the anxious Chen Feng and said,
"I feel that the person has no hostility."
"Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to escape even if we wanted to."
Chen Feng was taken aback.
He thought Ling He made sense.
Only then did he realize that unconsciously.
He had been too tense and overly cautious during this period.
But when facing a master at the level of a Martial God,
he couldn't help but be nervous.
Soon,
Aiden appeared in front of Chen Feng.
He curiously glanced at Ling He who had flown away.
"Do you all know each other?"
"What a wonderful era this is."
"A half-demon being regarded as a hero of Daxia."
Aiden became even more curious.
In ancient times,
the person regarded as a hero of Daxia was the great general of Gu Sanliang and also the number one master of Daxia, Wei Tianjun.
Unexpectedly, to this day,
the Martial God of Daxia was Yin Hu,
and the hero of Daxia was a half-demon of mixed blood.
If Gu Sanliang knew about this, what an interesting thing it would be.
Chen Feng looked at Aiden, nodded and admitted,
"Ling He is my friend."
"That girl is my apprentice."
Aiden widened his eyes in shock again.
"The descendant of Gu Sanliang actually worshiped a half-demon as a teacher!"
At this moment,
he wished he could end his own life and then return to the underworld to tell all his old friends about this.
Chen Feng had been secretly observing Aiden.
The eyes of the Qilin that could see through good and evil only saw a chaos and couldn't distinguish between good and evil.
Hearing Aiden mention Gu Sanliang,
he couldn't help but think secretly in his heart.
During this period,
he always heard Yin Hu mention this name.
Moreover, he knew that this person was not only the ancestor of the ancient clan but also a great power in ancient times.
He just didn't expect that this suddenly appeared Martial God in front of him also knew the name Gu Sanliang.
Chen Feng directly asked his doubts,
"My name is Chen Feng. I don't know what your name is, sir, and what you want with my apprentice."
Aiden said with a smile,
"We are all human beings. You don't have to be so nervous."
"My name is Aiden. You may not believe it when I say it."
"I was once the king of this land."
"However, I was a king of a fallen country. My kingdom was reduced to nothing in the war."
"At that time, only a few million people were left alive among the people across the entire continent."
Aiden couldn't help but sigh when talking about the past.
Chen Feng was shocked.
He didn't expect that the old man was actually the king of the Southern Continent.
And the monarchy system
had been a thing a thousand years ago.
Obviously, the old man was not from this era.
Chen Feng also noticed that
Aiden had a deep affection for this land.
As a Martial God,
when he just left the crowd,
he deliberately pushed the crowd aside first and didn't hurt anyone.
It could be seen that the old man should not be a bad person.
In the same situation,
if it were Yin Hu blocked by a group of people,
Chen Feng couldn't imagine what the result would be.
I'm afraid that with a single opening of Yin Hu's mouth, the whole world would fall silent.
Moreover, Chen Feng was sure that this person must have just appeared recently.
Otherwise,
when Daxia unified the world more than a decade ago,
how could it have been so smooth.
Moreover, the dragon had been eating children for more than nine years, and most of them were from the Western and Southern Continents.
How could this former king of the Southern Continent tolerate such a thing happening?
Soon,
Ling He flew back with Qian Qian.
Qian Qian had already learned from Ling He that this white-haired old man was actually a Martial God.
But she also saw that the other party didn't have any hostility.
Moreover, even if the other party had hostility, she had no way to deal with it.
"Master, did you find me for something?"
Qian Qian knew that
Chen Feng suddenly appearing in the Southern Continent must be to find her.
Chen Feng didn't hide it either.
Because he felt there was no need to hide it.
Maybe Aiden beside him could give an answer.
"You should have also felt the abnormalities during this period recently."
"Yin Hu said that this is the backflow of the blood sacrifice of Kunlun."
"Only your ancient clan may know about this."
Sure enough, as Chen Feng expected,
as soon as he finished speaking,
Aiden said awkwardly,
"I have some responsibility for this matter."
"As soon as I got out of the coffin, I noticed an unusual movement in the Kunlun Mountains."
"It should be my resurrection that broke Gu Banjin's formation."
Resurrection?
Getting out of the coffin?
At this moment, Chen Feng was completely stunned.
What's going on?
Ling He beside him was shocked and said,
"Don't tell me you came out of the ghost tomb?"
As a spiritual beast that had lived in the Kunlun Mountains for thousands of years,
Ling He had naturally encountered the ghost tomb more than once.
Ling He knew that thing was very dangerous.
The black tortoise once said that
any living being that touched the ghost tomb
would have its body become a container for the owner of the ghost tomb to possess.
Aiden nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, that thing is indeed called the ghost tomb."
"You, a beast race, know quite a lot."
"I was released by an ancient clan person."
"That person had the blood of Gu Sanliang. At that time, he directly lifted the coffin lid, which gave me a fright."
Chen Feng was speechless.
He didn't expect that a Martial God in the coffin would be scared.
Normally, shouldn't it be the person outside the coffin who should be scared?
Qian Qian had also heard of the ghost tomb.
But she had never seen it.
The ghost tomb had always been one of the taboos of the ancient clan.
On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month every year,
the ghost tomb would appear for an hour.
On that night, the ancient clan prohibited any clan members from leaving the Jade Mountain and the Yaochi Lake.
Chen Feng hurriedly asked,
"Mr. Aiden, what's going on with this backflow of the blood sacrifice?"
Aiden shook his head helplessly.
"This was all done by the people of Daxia."
"I don't understand all that stuff about yin and yang and the eight trigrams."
Chen Feng could only look at Qian Qian and Ling He again.
Qian Qian also shook her head and said,
"I'm not sure about the specific situation either."
"But I can take you to see the ancestral teachings of the ancient clan."
"The ancestral teachings record all the taboos of Kunlun."
After that,
Chen Feng followed Ling He and Qian Qian and flew towards the Jade Mountain and the Yaochi Lake in Kunlun.
Aiden also followed curiously.
Chen Feng didn't dare to say much.
But Qian Qian didn't care about it.
When they came to the Jade Mountain again,
Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh.
In the past, the Jade Mountain was divided into two poles of yin and yang.
Now they were combined into one.
The entire Jade Mountain looked so dilapidated.
The Jade Mountain and the Yaochi Lake, which was like a fairyland, had also disappeared.
Even the jade stone walls inside the Jade Mountain had lost their luster.
The ancient clan that used to live here had even been exterminated.
Who would have thought that
so many things would happen in just over a decade.
Qian Qian led Ling He and the two of them.
They walked into the crack of the Jade Mountain.
They kept walking towards a tunnel underground in the Jade Mountain.
It took them half an hour to reach a place emitting a hazy fluorescent light.
Without Qian Qian's reminder,
Chen Feng and Aiden saw the ancestral teachings of the ancient clan at a glance.
At the end of the underground cave,
there was a huge stone wall.
It emitted a jade-green luster.
It was engraved with huge characters all over.
But the writing looked a bit creepy.
Each character was dripping with blood.
It was hard to tell if the blood hadn't dried or if it was too humid underground.
Every stroke of each character was scarlet and eye-catching.
And at the very top,
right at the forefront,
were eight characters that Chen Feng was very familiar with,
Jade Mountain and Yaochi Lake, the ancestral vein of Kunlun!

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