Sang Zhangxiang said seriously: "It's true! The disciple's master is Luo Tian Xianjun, who is famous in Qingluo's history of cultivation, and he is only one step away from the God. ▏zhong㊣▏ Back then, the spirit-destroying elixir used by the Immortal Luo Tianjun to rescue his disciples was purchased from the Sang family! Therefore, this matter is absolutely true and it was definitely not fabricated by later generations."

Ye Ning was overjoyed and said, "So, can you also refine the Immortal Pill of Destroying Spirit?"

Leng Peiran also stared at Sang Zhangxiang nervously.

Sang Zhangxiang smiled bitterly and said, "Sorry, my elder brother does not have a recipe for the Immortal Immortal Pill here. If it weren't for the situation of my younger brother and sister, my elder brother Ye wouldn't have thought of such an unpopular elixir. So, I'll rush into the tribe and check it out to see if anyone else in the family elders remember this recipe."

Ye Ning felt disappointed after hearing this, and was moved by Sang Zhangxiang's enthusiasm, and hurriedly said: "I didn't dare to let my elder brother run around for my younger brother's affairs. However, the soul of the Water Spirit God in Xiao Ran's sea of ​​consciousness will not be expelled for a day, and I am uneasy for a day. I am afraid..."

Ye Ning didn't dare to say it, he was afraid that once he said it, it would become a fact.

Sang Zhangxiang patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, my brother will find a way."

Ye Ning said: "Okay! I will accompany my elder brother to the deepest part of the Secret Land! Brother, it's time for your tribe to step out of the seal and appreciate the charm of the Qingluo Earth."

"No," Sang Zhangxiang sighed: "At that time, the mistake of ancestor Sang Qinglian's thoughts led to the exile of the entire clan for 90 million years. Now, it is time for the Sang family to revive."

For some reason, Ye Ning suddenly remembered the Zangyue clan. They were □□ for only 10,000 years and were so crazy that they colluded with the human enemy, the Nightmare clan, in order to gain freedom. However, the Sang family had been exiled for nearly 90 million years to seek liberation. In contrast, the Zangyue clan became more and more selfish.

Ninety million years, what does it mean?

Even in the Taichu period, few immortals could survive for ninety million years, let alone the Qingluo Continent after the gods’ remains?

However, such closure is not a good thing for the Sang family. At least, they preserved the rare elixir formulas from the Taichu period. Those formulas died out in the long river of time.

"Brother, let's go now!" Ye Ning said: "I'm afraid of Chi Ze's change."

"Yes." Sang Zhangxiang said: "At that time, the Sang family paid a huge price to send me out of the Land of Mining. Even the immortal weapons left by our ancestors to protect the clans were greatly damaged, and they fell from the ninth grade to the third grade. The eldest brother was afraid that the third grade immortal weapons would be unable to resist the strange power of the Land of Mining. However, Xiao Ningzi, this is the Sang family's business, you don't have to go. Within three years, the Nightmare Clan will be born, and there are too many things to do in the Illusion City of the Fantasy Sect. After all, the Sang family's affairs are small, and the life of a monk in a city is great! What's more, the eldest brother always has a premonition that this time the Nightmare Clan is full of momentum, and I'm afraid you are the only savior!"

"this……"

"Don't shirk it, brother just knows your intentions." Sang Zhangxiang said: "Brother, hurry back now, and strive to successfully pick up the clan members within three years. At that time, you will have to rely on the Fantasy City to resist the Nightmare Clan. I hope that this time I can learn the recipe of the spirit-destroying immortal pill from the elders in the clan."

"Okay!" Ye Ning was not pretentious and said, "I wish my brother a good journey. I will wait for my brother's arrival in the Fantasy City."

"must."
Chapter completed!