Chapter 382: Zhou Tong, the holder of the Space Ancestral Talisman

A golden light shone, and Lin Changqiang and Ying Huanhuan appeared in the hall at the same time. Ying Xuanzi, who was not far away, also turned around to look at them immediately.

Seeing the two of them standing together, he subconsciously frowned slightly, but soon relaxed his brows and looked at Ying Huanhuan with a reproachful smile: "Are you willing to come back?"

"Hehe, Dad, Changqiang and I are going out to practice, not to play. If you don't believe me, you can test his formless bodhi sound." Ying Huanhuan said with a smile.

She had already thought of her response before she came back, so she was not nervous at all. Although Lin Changqiang on the side felt a little embarrassed, he still bowed and called her "Master" confidently.

As for calling him father-in-law?
That'll take a while.
"No need to be so polite." Ying Xuanzi looked at Lin Changqiang, and thinking of the contributions he had made since joining the sect, his eyes became more and more satisfied. Then he smiled and handed him a Qiankun Ring.

"The 1 billion Xuanyuan Pills in this ring are an upgraded version of the Nirvana Pill. They contain some vitality. Whether used for cultivation or as currency, they are far more powerful than the Nirvana Pill. I originally prepared them because I saw you were about to reach the Shengxuan Realm. I didn't expect it to be here just now."

Lin Changqiang did not reveal his own aura, so Ying Xiaoxiao did not notice it a few days ago, and Ying Huanhuan only found out about it when he was teaching Wuxiang Bodhiyin later. But this was obvious to Ying Xuanzi who was in the Wheel-Turning Realm.

Lin Changqiang was not surprised by this. He nodded, took the ring with a little joy and probed his spirit into it.

This is the Xuanyuan Pill. Although the original work did not clearly state the exchange rate between the two, he remembered that more than 10 million Xuanyuan Pills were enough to buy a lower-grade pure Yuan treasure, but there were a full 1 billion in this ring!
But if you think about it carefully, Ying Huanhuan can earn 40 million Nirvana Pills with just a few months of pocket money. He has made such a great contribution to the destruction of Yuanmen, so it is understandable that he gets a larger reward.
He happily checked the number, but the next second he quickly squinted his eyes and retreated. There was no other reason, it was everywhere in the mountains! Densely packed!

Countless pills lay quietly, and the grand light filling the surroundings made him feel as if he was in the center of the sun!
"Thank you, Master!"

"There's no need to do that. My Taoist sect has always been clear about rewards and punishments. Eradicating the Yuan Clan is worth more than anything else." Ying Xuanzi smiled with relief.

"In addition to these treasures, from now on all the techniques in the sect will be open to you. You can choose whatever you want to learn. If you are willing, you can directly serve as an honorary elder, and when your cultivation reaches the standard, you will be promoted to a powerful elder."

Ying Huanhuan, who was standing by, opened her eyes wide when she heard this, feeling extremely envious. She had also pestered her father to become an elder before, but she had always just been hit on the head and sent back to the Heavenly Palace.

Just like the eight divisions of Yuan Sect, the four halls of Dao Sect are only responsible for training disciples, so the chief and deputy hall masters are both at the Shengxuan realm, and it is actually the various elders who truly control the many departments.

The worship elders, the deacon elders, the pavilion guardian elders, the inheritance elders, the powerful elders...except for the supreme elders, the powerful elders have the highest status!
It’s a pity that Lin Changqiang doesn’t care about this, whether it’s his skills or his status.

In terms of skills, he has Tianwu Xue Tiangong Jiangjun, and in terms of secret skills, he also has the god-level spiritual secret skill Yueying. As for status? His goal has never been just Dao Zong, nor just Dongxuan Territory or even the four major Xuan Territories.

Not to mention the elders of the sect, even if he could become the leader of the Dao Sect one day, even if he could master the plane and dominate the Tianxuan Continent in the future, his steps would still not stop. After all, the Tianxuan Continent is just one of the lower planes in the universe, and he can go to more worlds through the system. What's the point of staying here?
"Thank you, Sect Master, but forget about being an honorary elder. I'm fine with being the eldest senior brother of the Desolate Palace."

Seeing Lin Changqiang refused without hesitation, Ying Xuanzi couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

You know, after absorbing the bulk of the legacy left by the Yuan Sect, Dao Sect is now the most powerful of the seven major sects in the East Xuan Region in terms of both area and strength! However, he soon regained his composure.

"In that case, it's up to you."

Yes, these gifted children have rarely been greedy for status, just like Zhou Tong back then... Yes, Zhou Tong!
Thinking of his poor disciple, Ying Xuanzi's expression suddenly straightened up: "By the way, Longspear, I have another problem that I would like to ask Senior Great Desolate Monument to help me with."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a black robe appeared beside Ying Xuanzi. His face was pale, and although he was still handsome, he was extremely thin, and his long hair looked messy. If it weren't for the bitter smile on his face and two flashes of silver light flickering in his eyes, one would really doubt whether this was a corpse.

"You are... Senior Zhou Tong?!"

After a brief recollection, Ying Huanhuan couldn't help but exclaimed, her eyes full of disbelief.

When she was a child, she often heard about Zhou Tong's deeds and also looked at his portrait several times. Although there were some differences from the current one, she recognized it quickly.

But wasn’t Senior Zhou Tong killed by the head of Yuanmen a hundred years ago?
On the side, Lin Changqiang understood, nodded, and took out the Great Desolate Monument. Huang's figure immediately emerged from the monument.

“Why does it smell like a demon?” As soon as he appeared, the old man frowned and looked back. When he saw the other person’s appearance, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, “Zhou Tong?”

Although he hadn't seen him for over a hundred years, he still had a deep impression of the space talisman on this person's body, and had been thinking about it for a long time. It was a pity that in the end he never saw him bring back the second talisman, and now when he saw him again, he had become like this.

“Senior, I’m sorry to disappoint you. Not only did I fail to bring back the second ancestral talisman, but I was also captured by the alien demon forces.” Zhou Tong bowed deeply, and then looked at Lin Changqiang with gratitude. “If it weren’t for Junior Brother Changqiang, I’m afraid that in a few years, I would not only witness the demise of Dao Sect, but I would also be controlled to attack my fellow disciples personally…”

Ying Xuanzi at the side also sighed, his voice low: "A hundred years ago, everyone said Zhou Tong was dead, but who knew that Yuanmen didn't kill him, but kept him in the sect, torturing him day after day and corroding his mind. If it weren't for the Space Ancestral Talisman to contain his soul, I'm afraid he would have become a puppet of Yuanmen long ago."

After saying that, he reached out and pulled Zhou Tong's shirt down to his waist, and a chilling picture suddenly emerged.

I saw that under the clothes was not a normal human body of flesh and blood, but a pitch-black skeleton covered with dense and strange black lines, entwined and covered layer by layer, as if covered with countless ants, which was really nauseating.

And inside the chest cavity, a completely black heart was beating at an extremely slow speed. As it contracted and expanded, countless evil and gloomy black air spread throughout the body.

Under that intact head, there was such a horrifying scene!
Looking at the whole body, only the head had silver light surging, and the rest was completely occupied by darkness. Countless black magic patterns intertwined, like an evil and cold magic chain that would prevent him from being reborn forever!
"Demon Emperor Lock?!"

The Great Desolate Monument's expression finally changed...

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