After listening to the report from her disciples, Yi Zi was also deeply moved. After she later achieved the Golden Pill, although she felt that she was not as outstanding as Fang Ling, she secretly held her energy.

That is to see who first attains the Nascent Soul. After all, the greater the power of the magic tricks you practice, the greater the resistance to becoming the Nascent Soul. Throughout history, there have been many wonderful and enviable people at the same level, but a large number of them are like meteors in the sky, falling because they have not broken through the next level.

Although Yi Zi did not expect Fang Ling to fall, she also felt that Fang Ling was so powerful that it would be more difficult than ordinary people to achieve the Nascent Soul.

There has been no news about Fang Ling for more than ten years, which seems to confirm her idea.

The incident of the Cainu Sect also made Fang Ling's shadow blur in her heart, but she did not expect that Fang Ling had become the ancestor of the Nascent Soul as soon as she appeared.

And it is not an ordinary Yuanying ancestor. How can the Yuanying ancestor who directly sent the Langjiang Sword to destroy the family be treated as an ordinary person?

She was afraid that her sister would be slow to treat Fang Ling, so she hurried over. When she heard Fang Ling ask about the Qianzhu Sect, she was following the rules of Jindan Zhenren to meet the Nascent Soul Ancestor and respectfully saluted Fang Ling.

"Old Ancestor Fang, Qianzhu Sect had already started to make secret arrangements when you left. Although I am the leader of the Cainu Sect, I don't know where they are."

Fang Ling nodded. After all, this kind of place of stay is related to the survival of the Qianzhu Sect. If he were Liu Liren, he would not tell others casually.

But without Liu Liren and the others' positions, it would not be an easy task if you only look for it by yourself.

Just as Fang Ling frowned, Yi Zi continued, "But we sneered among the six sects of God. There is a method of mutual communication between all kinds of thoughts that can connect with each other."

"But we, the Jindan monks, cannot use this magic trick. Only the ancestors of the Nascent Soul can use it to each other."

Fang Ling nodded and said, "Then please let Miss Yi Zi bring the magic tricks and I will practice it."

Yi Zi showed a hint of embarrassment on her face and said, "The magic trick of the mutual communication of thousands of thoughts is not a precious thing. It is not a big deal if you give it to Lao Zu Fang, but..."

"But what?" Fang Ling saw Yi Zi talking hesitantly, and a look of unhappiness suddenly appeared on his face.

When Yi Zi saw Fang Ling's expression unhappy, she hurriedly said with a small thought: "This magic trick is extremely mysterious. Therefore, practitioners need to leave each other's breath to apply it."

In this case, Fang Ling felt dizzy, which reminded him of the chat tool in his previous life, and he could not chat without adding it as a friend.

I really didn't expect that this magic trick would still be like this.

If I remember correctly, there is only one Nascent Soul Ancestor in the Cainu Sect, that is, the Yin Ancestor, but this female Yin Ancestor is already dead.

In other words, the method provided by Yi Zi was useless at all. Fang Ling, who had already vented the vent of the Sword Sect, was already in a good mood at this time. His expression became a bit ugly.

Yi Zi felt the evil spirit flashing from Fang Ling. In his heart, he was frightened and hurriedly said, "Senior Fang. The family master was only seriously injured and did not die. This time, the Guardian Meng went out to change the medicine to treat the family master's injuries."

Fang Ling had already understood Yi Zi's thoughts at this time. She wanted to help the Yin ancestor heal.

Although I didn't appreciate Yi Zi's small tricks, Fang Ling said for a moment after pondering: "Although I'm not very proficient in medicine, I also have several magic pills. Why don't you let me see the injuries of the ancestor Yin."

Yi Zi was overjoyed. Although Fang Ling might not be able to save the ancestor Yin, it was much better than their helplessness.

Now that the great disaster is approaching, the Cainu Sect is on the verge of breaking. If there was no ancestor Yin to take charge, I would probably not have to support the Holy Alliance to encircle and suppress it, and I would have been wiped out.

She herself didn't know the price that might have to pay for using a Nascent Soul Ancestor, but now, she really has no choice.

According to the old ancestor Yin himself, although she successfully took over the body, she only had four or five years of survival, and most of her cultivation was limited.

Four or five years seem to be not short, but for monks, it is just a matter of a moment.

"Thank you, Ancestor Fang, and the younger generation!" Yi Zi bowed respectfully to Fang Ling.

She performed the ceremony very seriously, and Fang Ling did not stop her. Fang Ling knew that if she didn't let Yi Zi perform this ceremony, she would probably not be able to live in her life.

Meng Qing and Yi Ling, who were standing aside, were much more relaxed when they saw Fang Ling accepting Yi Zi's greeting.

Under the guidance of Yi Zi and others, Fang Ling passed through a small courtyard, then passed through a deep tunnel, and entered a cave located a thousand feet deep underground.

The cave is not big, and the whole body is made of purple rocks. It is hung in the pool where groundwater gathers, and there are several exquisite formations that separate the surrounding aura.

If it weren't for the Yi Ziling sisters who brought him over, Fang Ling would definitely not have discovered this area without paying attention.

At this time, Yi Zi and Yi Ling bowed at the same time and said, "Report to Master, the ancestor Fang of Qianzhu Sect is here to visit."

"Fellow Daoist Fang is here, I am very grateful to the old lady, but I am a little unfair and cannot meet you from afar. I also ask Fellow Daoist Fang to atone for his sins."

The woman who spoke had a clear voice. Although she called herself an old woman, her voice was like a girl in the 28th century, which was very pleasant.

Before Fang Ling could speak, the entrance to the cave slowly opened. Sister Yi Ziling, who was instructed by the ancestor Yin, respectfully invited Fang Ling into the cave.

On a quaint jade collapse, Fang Ling saw a girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The girl's face seemed transparent, and the blue dress gave people a sick feeling. But what was even more surprising was that the girl was frozen in a thin layer of ice.

The three words "Yin Ancestor" can also stop the night crying among the six sects of the Scream of the Gods. The current image is really a bit unimaginable.

With Fang Ling's eyesight, it was obvious at a glance that the ancestor Yin should have experienced a body-taking. Now this body is not her body at all.

When Fang Ling walked in, the expression of the Yin ancestor changed. When Yi Ling used the jade talisman to send messages to her, it was only said that Fang Ling had advanced to the Nascent Soul Ancestor.

But when Fang Ling came over, she realized that Fang Ling not only became the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, but also the ancestor of the mid-stage Nascent Soul.

Her greatest hope in this life is that her cultivation level can be further improved and she will become a cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

However, the efforts over the years have only made her cultivation reach the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

At that step, it looked like a layer of window lattice paper, but it was extremely difficult to open it.

She had heard of Fang Ling's reputation. For her, although she is now at the same level, she is also a backward.

But now, Fang Ling has come to his front.

"Brother Fang is here, Yin Yuniang should have greeted her, but she is a little uncomfortable in her body. Please forgive me, Brother Dao."

Even the Yi Zi and Yi Ling sisters didn't know the name of the ancestor Yin, and the situation where the name was spoken from his master was naturally to show the other party Ling's respect.

Fang Ling nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a light red flame suddenly rushed out of the body of the ancestor Yin.

The flame seemed to be rushing out, and the old ancestor Yin quickly used the magic tricks, and a cold air gathered towards the old ancestor Yin from all directions.

In just a moment, the ice that had originally shrouded the body of the ancestor Yin had become an ice layer more than three feet thick.

The blue ice and light red flames covered the body of the ancestor Yin. However, with the suppression of the ice, the flames on the ancestor Yin slowly penetrated into her body.

But the ancestor Yin not only did not relax at this moment, but instead quickly ran the magic trick. The rolling cold air turned the ice into five points thicker in an instant.

At this time, another light green flame rushed out of the body of the ancestor Yin. The green flame looked not as hot as the green flame, but in an instant, it burned a large piece of the ice layer.

The old ancestor Yin seemed to have been preparing for the light green flame. Just as the ice layer outside began to melt, a blue light burst out from her body.

As soon as the light came out, the light green flame gradually suppressed the light green flame. A quarter of an hour later, as the light green flame extinguished, the face of the old ancestor Yin seemed increasingly transparent.

She took a deep breath and said to Fang Ling in a deep voice: "The battle with someone a few years ago hurts his body, making Brother Fang laugh."

Although the old ancestor Yin was laughing, her expression was full of bitterness, which shows that she was also very troubled by the injury.

Fang Ling has seen this flame that can change color for the first time. Judging from the situation where the ancestor Yin dealt with the flame just now, this flame should not only be in her body, but also in her Nascent Soul.

Nascent Soul is the foundation of Nascent Soul monks. Once Nascent Soul is injured, it is a major event that concerns life and death.

Otherwise, if the ancestor Yin was so cruel that he would give up part of his cultivation and take over his body directly, he would not have to suffer like this.

"What kind of flame is being suffered by fellow Taoist? Can you tell me about it?" After pondering for a moment, Fang Ling asked at Old Ancestor Yin.

"This is the third turn of Yinhuo of the Lord of Doro Island in the South China Sea. His disciple Luo Changsheng and the people who owned the Holy Alliance attacked our Cainu Sect."

"I was attacked by him because I didn't pay attention to Luo Changsheng's arrival." Yin Yuniang said this, her eyes were filled with infinite resentment.

This is the first time Fang Ling, the owner of Doro Island in the South China Sea, heard of this name, but his disciples alone were able to sneak attack Yin Yuniang, which shows that this person is not a simple person.
Chapter completed!