4248: C4248 Goodbye Sacred Lord

C4248 Goodbye Sacred Lord

2In the end, they arrived at the foot of the mountain where the Sacred Lord lived, and when they reached the peak, they saw the Sacred Lord sitting opposite of an old man.

The old man was a Saint Master, one of the Saints of the Hidden Holy Valley. He had stayed with the Saint Lord to oversee the Hidden Holy Valley.

When Lee Yun and the others arrived, he turned around and saw Wan Nishang. His eyes revealed a slightly stunned expression. Lee Yun thought that he would be shocked. He looked vigilantly at Holy Maiden, who was in front of the Six Paths Gate, or scolded Fan Linglong for colluding with demoness.

But Lee Yun thought too much. What he was surprised to see was that after Saint Master noticed that Wan Nishang had come, he actually turned his head around and looked at the Saint Master who was sitting under the peach tree with a complicated expression. After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

Did he guess?

Lee Yun was very surprised. It seemed that those who had lived for so long and even became Saints were not simple. He had underestimated the Saint Master too much.

"They're here? Sit down. "

Sacred Lord Yun still had a gentle look on his face. He didn't have any expression on his face. It was just that he was a bit sad, as if he was going to say goodbye to an old friend. He felt extremely regretful.

"There's no need to sit!"

Of course, the only one who spoke in such an 'arrogant' manner was Wan Qingya. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at him from the corner of her eyes. "We came here specifically to ask about it. Well, we came here to ask you something that Wanfa Immortal told us! "

If it was any other time, Wan Qingya, who was talking to the master of Hidden Holy Valley, would have been glared at by others.

However, everyone present had different thoughts. Wan Qingya's direct words to break the silence had a different effect. Therefore, no one scolded her, and they were all waiting for the Sacred Lord's reply.

"Hehe, you must be Qingya, right?"

The Saint Lord smiled and looked at her from head to toe. "I can tell that you are not an ordinary person. You have the same and different background as Qingsheng and Niching's daughter, Wan Qingfei. Also. . . Your bracelet. "

"It is a gift from my master!"

Wan Qingya held it in his hand. It looked like she would punch him if there was a disagreement.

"So that's how it is. "

The Sacred Lord was in high spirits. It seems that you have found a few more ancient gods. Right?"

Without waiting for Lee Yun and the others to answer, he sighed again and said, "The changes in the outside world are getting bigger and bigger. An old undying like me who sits alone in the Hidden Holy Valley finally can't sit still anymore and wants to go out for a walk. No matter if I am killed by a god or if I have some fortuitous encounter, the future will be full of changes. . .

It is not the same as before, dead and lifeless. "

Lee Yun and the others felt a chill in their hearts. This sentence already had the meaning of "devil. " It revealed a faint evil aura, which was completely different from his identity as a Holy Lord.

"Everyone, sit down. I'll tell you some stories. Some of the old memories are so old that I almost forget them. This is probably the last time I will mention them. "

The Sacred Lord pointed at the grass next to him. In the past, when many people came to visit, they would sit cross-legged on the grass and listen to his words.

"I'm not going to sit there. Maybe there's a trap?"

Wan Qingya jumped up and jumped onto a peach tree beside her. Her legs naturally hung down, and with a sway of her feet, she listened just like that.

"Nonsense. " While saying nonsense, Wan Qingfei walked over and leaned against the peach blossom tree, not wanting to sit on the grass.

Lee Yun and the others did not move.

"Fine. "

The Sacred Lord did not force him. After pondering for a while, he slowly spoke. "More than a thousand years ago, it might have been one thousand two hundred years, or one thousand five hundred years. "

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