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However, if the dead Lanya Ancient Sage knew about his thoughts, he would definitely cry... Why, the way I died was wrong?

Do you want to save me and die again for you to see...

"Do you still want to pretend to be him?"

"Of course, how else can I enter the sleeping hall?" Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan's spirit moved, the bones of his whole body "clacked", and the whole person, including the soul breath, became exactly the same as the ancient sage Lanya who was lying on the ground.

He reached out to take off his clothes and put them on himself. He also took the storage ring and put it on his finger.

Glancing at it, Old Sage Mo Ling was shocked.

I thought it was just a disguise on the appearance, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female. I never dreamed that the demeanor, soul breath, and even the strength of the state of mind would give people the same feeling. If the ancient sage Lanya was still lying on the ground, motionless , I really thought that he wasn't dead at all!

Ordinary disguises are just similar in appearance, soul and state of mind, it is impossible to be the same, and this... close relatives in front of you can't recognize it!

It's so outrageous!

"Old Sage Lanya, where do you usually send the spring water after you get it?" Zhang Xuan asked, ignoring his shock.

"Usually enter the sleeping hall, as for where, I don't know..." Old Sage Mo Ling quickly replied.

"That's good, just go over and check!"

Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up.

Since it is going to the sleeping hall, it happens to be able to enter it openly.

Grabbing in the air, the prepared gourd appeared in Lanya Ancient Sage's ring, filling it with clean water.

After finishing these, Zhang Xuan glanced at the ancient sage Mo Ling, and confessed: "I will go in alone!"

The other party is now feared by the Linghuang, and it is difficult to freely enter and exit the bedroom. It is better not to follow behind, it is more convenient for yourself.

Otherwise, just entering, I am afraid that I will be suspected and discovered.

"It's too dangerous, I'm afraid there will be problems..."

The ancient sage Mo Ling was full of worries.

The president only has the strength of the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm. As far as he knows, there are at least three Old Sages. Once they are detected, they cannot escape!

"Don't worry, if something goes wrong, you rush in to deal with it..."

With a slight smile, Zhang Xuan put the corpse of Lanya Ancient Sage into the storage ring.

The ancient sage is full of treasures, so they can't be wasted.

Pausing for a while, knowing that his current status is rather embarrassing, and that he would indeed cause trouble in the past, Old Sage Mo Ling could only nod his head.

Not to mention the identity of the other party's president, just to say that the most talented teacher in the Famed Master Continent, if he is really in danger, he can't just stand by and watch.

"Ok!"

After making a decision, Zhang Xuan stopped talking, walked out of the palace with a shake of his body, identified it, and walked straight to the direction of the sleeping hall.

The first thousand and 810 chapters found the dragon's blood [first update]

Soul Shaman walked around the Linghuang Palace before, and the layout of the major palaces has long been memorized in his mind, and he came to the bedroom not long ago.

Take out the token, swipe lightly, the seal is slowly opened, and walk in.

The Linghuang's dormitory was no different from the outside. It was a wide yard with various vegetation growing densely. What caught the eye was a medicine garden full of various rare medicinal herbs.

Spiritual consciousness spread, quietly looked around, Zhang Xuan frowned.

There are hundreds of kinds of medicines in this medicine garden, each of which contains powerful medicinal power, but it does not have the dragon scale grass that the ancient sage Bo Xun said before.

Could it be that dragon blood doesn't exist at all?

Let the keel spear disguised as a belt carefully sense where there is dragon blood, and Zhang Xuan moves forward slowly along the road.

"Lan Ya, hurry up!"

He was walking slowly, using his spiritual sense to check the surroundings, when a voice sounded, and when he turned his head to look, he saw an old man looking over with a puzzled expression.

He looks about sixty years old, his eyes look a bit cloudy, and the aura on his body doesn't look strong, but it still gives people a kind of oppression from the soul.

"Second level of the ancient sage, the realm of a hundred schools of thought?"

In an instant, he understood the specific strength of the opponent.

In the Confucian Temple, I have seen dozens of ancient sages, and there are several corpses of ancient sages in the ring. I already know their realm well.

The old man in front of him doesn't look amazing, but his cultivation base is even stronger than Lanya Ancient Sage.

"Yes!"

Thoughts flashed in his mind, Zhang Xuan quickly nodded and hurried over.

Seeing that his behavior was a little weird, the old man frowned and took a closer look. It was Lanya Ancient Sage, and there was nothing wrong with him, so he lowered his voice: "Today is the last day, don't make any mistakes, otherwise, we will all Heads fall!"

"Ok!"

Although he didn't know what the other party meant, it was definitely inconvenient to ask at this moment, so he responded, and Zhang Xuan followed the other party and walked into the hall.

There is no night pearl for lighting in the main hall, and there are no candles. It looks extremely dark. Once you enter it, you immediately feel like you have entered another world, and the atmosphere around you is completely isolated.

"What a strong seal!"

Without changing his face, Zhang Xuan quietly looked around for a week.

As expected of the old nest of the Linghuang's old lair, talisman carvings are everywhere, perfectly sealing the surroundings, like the whole palace, isolated from the world.

If you don't enter the gate, even the strong ones in the realm of rebirth from a drop of blood may not be able to see the real situation here.

In the middle of the main hall is a circular altar with a flame burning above it, surrounded by a circle of Foreign Spirit cultivators wearing black armor.

It turned out that they were all strong men of the Great Sage level, and there were hundreds of them.

Zhang Xuan's eyebrows twitched.

Great Saint-level powerhouses, although not as rare as the Old Sage, can still be regarded as peak existences. The 11 Foreign Spirit Race people who were killed at the beginning, this level is only a few dozen, and there are hundreds of them here...

Linghuang's background is so profound?

"Where's the spring water?" Seeing him standing there in a daze, the old man frowned: "Why don't you let it go quickly?"

"Give!"