Bang! With a glance, the monk fell to his knees like he couldn''t bear the pressure. He bowed to the ground in awe and said in a trembling voice: "we don''t know. I only know that there was a divine battle on this star in the past. We were ordinary people living on this star in the past. After the divine battle, we set foot on the road of cultivation..."


    When ye Ling hears that Yan''s brow is wrinkled and a stream of divine thoughts is coming out, which envelops the back of Ming Hua Shen. He uses the secret skill of soul searching to show all the secret feelings in his mind.


    As the monk said, ten thousand years ago, there was a terrible battle on the ancestral star of Pan clan. In that fierce battle, all the pan clans were killed, and the pan clan whose head fell here was one of them.


    However, it is not known who is on the other side of the pan tribe. They were ordinary people who once lived in Zuxing and worshipped the pan clan. After the end of the divine war, they were not worshipped. Later, they collected the secret arts and set foot on the road of cultivation. But because the vitality of the ancestral star was in decline, it was reduced to a half broken fifth grade star, so it was difficult to break through the cultivation.


    Looking at Ye Lingfeng''s soul searching skill, Wu Tian frowned slightly. From swallowing the dark things to the present, he felt that ye Lingfeng''s character seemed to have changed. He was more determined to kill than in the past. In other words, he was slightly addicted to killing. If it was Ye Lingfeng in the past, although he would ask, he would never use this cruel method of soul searching as soon as he came up.


    These changes made him feel that ye Lingfeng was more familiar and unfamiliar.


    "Master, you wait here. I''ll go to other places!" As soon as the idea of God was received, ye Lingfeng was paralyzed after the soul searching. After a fist salute to Wu Tian, the reincarnation sword moved and suddenly left.


    In his mind, he found a message. Nearby, there is a tomb where many pan people are buried in one place. As a descendant of Pan nationality, he will go to worship.


    "Grandfather, brother ye, he seems to have changed a lot..." Looking at Ye Lingfeng''s back, Xiaobai timidly tells Wu Tiandao.


    Wu Tian sighed with a bitter smile. He didn''t know what to say. Ye Lingfeng does all this for Xiaobai, but it''s also the only way he wants to get a perfect Yuanying, so he can''t blame anyone. His only hope is that ye Lingfeng can keep his heart and not sink into the darkness. In any case, there is a ray of light in his heart.


    Is this the tomb where the pan people were buried? Reincarnation sword is like light shuttle, soon, with Ye Lingfeng arrived at a small mound less than three feet. And this mound is the burial grave of the ancestors of the pan clan, which is said by the name of Huashen Houjing.


    After the six stars of the pan clan, the blood awakens and becomes a giant. The pan clan buried here, without exception, must have been killed in the fierce battle, so they should keep the posture of giants. But there were so many huge corpses. After they died, they were squeezed into such a small mound


    Looking at the small earth grave, ye Lingfeng felt sad. In any case, the pan clan was once known as the protoss population, such a population, can wither, but it should not be so bleak, the curtain should also be brilliant; death also need to get enough respect! But now, he did not see any respect, only a strong shame.


    For example, those who killed the pan clan ridicule the dead or still existing pan clan by using the earth mound: even if you were once known as the closest group to God and became the strongest in the starry sky, you still have to be buried in a small earth mound.


    This is not the place where the pan people were buried. The place where they were buried is the place where they were buried! Only when the bones are buried there can they sleep! Looking at the small mound, ye Lingfeng seemed to hear unyielding voices roaring in his ears.


    Those voices are calling his descendants to bury them where they should be.


    Before myself, someone came here to worship! After he buried the pan people who buried the bones here in the future, ye Lingfeng looked around the site, and suddenly a strange color appeared at the bottom of his eyes.


    Because he saw that at the head of this small earth grave, someone put a bunch of lavender flowers tied up with weeds.


    It seems that the time of putting the bouquet is not long, because the purple flowers in the bouquet haven''t withered, just blackened.


    But when he found that someone had come here to worship, ye Lingfeng''s eyes were suddenly awe inspiring, because he felt that several breath were constantly approaching him, and in that breath there were more powerful murderers.


    "The real murderer behind the scenes? Or an accomplice? " Feeling this breath, ye Lingfeng''s pupil is cold, and his killing chance is surging.


    No matter how brilliant they were, wanqianpan people were buried in the earth mound after their death.


    Although the hero is late, but it should not be such a result! He can''t accept it. He wants to find out the truth!


    Although Ye Lingfeng has sensed the approaching breath, he still stands quietly in front of the small earth grave, sighing for the pan ancestors buried here.


    Take out a yellow chrysanthemum seed from the storage ring, and urge it to bloom with plant attainments. Then, according to the custom of worshiping ancestors in the secular world, put the yellow chrysanthemum in front of the grave."There is no amnesty for those who sacrifice to the pan people!" See ye Lingfeng''s action, those a few close breath, immediately cold drink out a voice.


    Then, a cold spear, with a piercing sound, came towards Ye Lingfeng.


    Spear shadow everywhere, gas strength matchless, straight people feel as if even a mountain can be pierced by this spear.


    But ye Lingfeng didn''t feel the approaching of the cold spear. He still bent over and put the yellow chrysanthemum in front of the grave.


    Hum! At the same time, the cold spear had already reached the position of his back heart. But just as he was about to hit Ye Lingfeng, a brilliant word of soldier suddenly appeared behind Ye Lingfeng, crushing the cold spear into powder.


    After putting the yellow chrysanthemum indifferently, ye Lingfeng slowly turned back and looked at the three figures standing four feet away with a look of shock after the cold spear was cracked by him.


    These three people''s cultivation is not weak, two people asked the middle realm, one asked the back realm. On the declining star of Pan Zu, it can be said that it can be regarded as a peerless power.


    And from these three people, ye Lingfeng also felt a slightly familiar breath, as if he had met.