When Heifeng was a young man, he once slipped and fell into a cave tens of meters deep. There was no light in the cave, and the place I saw was dark, narrow and airtight.


    That time, he stayed in the cave for five days before he was rescued.


    In just five days, it was as long as five years for him. Since then, he suffered from claustrophobia. In any narrow and closed space, the fear in his heart surged up like a tide, which drowned him out of breath.


    This disease was always with him until he reached the peak of the true God.


    But now, he returned to his hometown and was once again in that claustrophobic cave.


    There was silence around, and all the voices disappeared. He was like a blind and deaf man, swallowed by the thick darkness.


    The cold sweat wet his clothes. Gradually, he heard a strange sound.


    Dong Dong, Dong Dong, Dong Dong.


    Consistent with this sound, there is also a rustling sound, like countless poisonous snakes swimming at his feet, spitting out letters, and may give him a bite at any time.


    Heifeng felt that he was out of breath. It seemed that he would suffocate at the next moment.


    He knew very well what the sound was, but it was his own heartbeat and the sound of blood flow, but inexplicably, he just felt very afraid, very afraid.


    "If I want your life now, it''s just a small effort!" a voice suddenly came out of the darkness.


    The black wind heard clearly, and his thinking instantly regressed.


    He finally remembered that he was the peak of the true God and the Lord of the corpse hall. He was asking Yang Xuan for advice.


    The darkness retreated like a tide, and the faint light came back into his eyes.


    The son of heaven in white is looking at him faintly.


    After a long time, the black wind bowed to the ground.


    "Got it?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "I see!" answered Heifeng.


    "Farewell!" Yang Xuan said the last two words and turned around.


    Behind him, Heifeng always bent down. Even if Yang Xuan had left for a long time, he never raised his head.


    Out of the corpse hall, No. 5 and No. 6 were still standing next to the force car. When they saw Yang Xuan coming out, they were slightly relieved.


    "Your Highness, the Holy One, please go to the temple." No. 5 said respectfully.


    "Let''s go!" Yang Xuan didn''t hesitate. He was just going to see the saint. He had many questions and needed the saint to explain to him.


    The force car moved and disappeared into the passage in the twinkling of an eye. The towering ancient castle was still solemn and solemn, but no one knew that so many things had happened in it.


    The towering holy peak looks incomparably brilliant and solemn in the sunlight.


    Yang Xuan ascended the stairs, and the huge temple door had already been quietly opened.


    In front of the door, a hundred holy guards stood on both sides, bowed their heads and stroked their chest, and applied the most noble etiquette to Yang Xuan.


    When Yang Xuan entered the temple, the gate behind him closed quietly.


    Inside the temple, the darkness began to subside, and the soft white light was emitted from the spherical objects, which reflected the whole temple.


    At the end of the steps, on the huge seat, sat an old man in white, with white hair and beard, kind and kind.


    Zazazaza!


    The steps moved and sank down to the ground. After a few breaths, they were level with the ground.


    Another mechanism sound sounded. Less than five meters in front of the huge seat, an object rose slowly.


    It was another identical seat.


    "Sit down!" white beard, the kind saint, opened his mouth and pointed to the seat in front of him.


    Yang Xuan didn''t refuse and sat down directly.


    "Time flies!" the saint suddenly sighed inexplicably.


    "It''s not slow!" Yang Xuan nodded and had an inexplicable dialogue with the saint.


    "When you left the holy mountain alone, you were an empty God. I didn''t expect that you had stepped into the realm of heaven and man in just 20 years. I had to sigh that things change and are indeed impermanent." the holy man''s voice seemed to be really sighing.


    "Just a fluke." Yang Xuan said faintly.


    The saint nodded, looked at Yang Xuan and said, "if you have any questions, ask."


    "Why did you invite me to the holy mountain?" Yang Xuan came straight to the point.


    "The old man of divine calculation said that you are the only one who can break through this world. Inviting you to the holy mountain is just my trust in the divine operator." the saint said bluntly: "it''s better to form a good relationship in advance than to form a hatred."


    "Why do you want me to be the second son and give me the authority to kill?" Yang Xuan asked again.


    "You are very important. At that time, chikong''s cultivation was above you, and his forces were hundreds of times higher than you. I did this just to protect you." the saint said again.


    Yang Xuan nodded, which was no different from his guess.


    After taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan asked an important question: "what is breaking through this world?"


    "Do you know how many years I have been in heaven?" the saint suddenly asked.


    "I don''t know!" Yang Xuan replied.


    "It''s been nearly 300 years, but it''s not possible to advance inch by inch." the saint shook his head and seemed to sigh: "emperor Lingxiao, Xie Zhengyi, including Xiao Hanyu who was killed by you, which is not so, not every minute, every second is eager to escape this cage."


    "Cage? Where to escape?" Yang Xuan thought and asked.


    "It''s a cage. To be honest, I don''t know where to escape, but it''s better than being trapped here and seeing no hope." the saint said.


    Yang Xuan took a deep breath. Such an answer was no better than no answer.


    "Where is the Kaitian Sutra of the holy mountain?" Yang Xuan turned the topic and asked again.


    "In the hands of chikong," replied the saint.


    "The last question." Yang Xuan looked at the saint.


    "You ask." the saint looked directly at Yang Xuan.


    "Who the hell are you?" Yang Xuan said word by word.


    The saint was silent. He didn''t know how long he came and slowly said, "my name is Jin. My name is Jin battle."


    Battle of gold?


    LingXiao palace, golden battle?


    Yang Xuan''s face was full of shock. He never thought that the so-called saint was the golden battle of the most outstanding disciple of Lingxiao temple and the friend of the martial god 300 years ago.


    "Are you the gold campaign? The Lingxiao gold campaign?" Yang Xuan couldn''t believe it.


    "I am the golden campaign, but it has nothing to do with the LingXiao palace." the golden campaign said faintly.


    "Why?" Yang Xuan''s curiosity burst out.


    "That''s another story. It has nothing to do with you." Jin shook his head and looked the same.


    After taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan was forced to restrain his surprise. He just looked, but still lingered on the face of the golden battle.


    "Do you have any questions?" Jin asked faintly.


    "Where has the martial god gone?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "Go to the instrument hall. Someone is waiting for you there. Maybe he can answer your question." Jin battle sighed.


    Instrument hall?


    There was a trace of doubt in Yang Xuan''s eyes. Now he felt more and more that the composition of the holy mountain revealed strange everywhere.


    Yang Xuan was in doubt. Jin battle suddenly smiled and said, "Yang Xuan, do you know that it is widely said that you are the first person in the world."


    "Really?" Yang Xuan pressed down his doubts and made no comment.


    "You subdued emperor Lingxiao, forced Xie Zhengyi to admit defeat on the spot, and killed Xiao Hanyu in the ice palace. Now I am the only one in the four gods. I haven''t fought with you. Now outsiders are guessing whether there will be a war between you and me." Jin campaign said with a smile.


    "Oh? Is there such a rumor?" Yang Xuan still refused to comment.


    "I won''t fight with you!" Jin battle shook his head and said, "my cultivation is just between Xiao Hanyu and Bozhong. Fighting with you is asking for nothing."


    "Then leave!" Yang Xuan got up and arched his hands.


    "When you want to leave, tell me that we old guys have been waiting too long." Jin battle suddenly said.


    "Yes!" Yang Xuan nodded and turned around.


    After Yang Xuan left, the saint slave came out of the darkness and said, "my Lord, the cultivation of the son of Qingtian..."


    "Unfathomable, I''m not his opponent." Jin campaign shook his head, stopped, and said, "spread the news, and say that I was defeated by Yang Xuan''s hand within three moves."


    "This... I''m afraid..." Sheng Nu was stunned and hesitated.


    "Let''s pass it on like this. People all over the world in the province guess randomly. In other words, I''m really not his opponent." Jin battle sighed, as if he was feeling.


    "But Yang Xuan is only the son after all. I''m afraid it''s bad for you..."


    "You see, he is on an equal footing with me. Where does he look like a son?" Jin battle seems to be smiling bitterly: "besides, he now has millions of heroes, countless true gods, surrounded by Xianmen forces, the newly emerged leader of the demon family and his disciple. He has formed his own vein."


    "..." the saint slave sighed and nodded helplessly, "yes, I will spread the news."