Hearing this, the Great Elder nodded solemnly: "Yes, Holy Lord!"

The next moment, the soul of the Holy Lord Xisi instantly teleported to the altar and floated above the ice coffin.

Then he turned to look at the Great Elder and said, "This matter concerns the future inheritance of our Holy Spirit. The Great Elder must treat it with caution."

He made another solemn request, and with a "swish", the soul of the Silk Saint instantly passed through the ice coffin and sank into the corpse inside the ice coffin.

The moment the soul of the Holy Lord sank into the corpse in the ice coffin, the layer of frost on the corpse began to melt rapidly.

The pale face of the corpse actually gradually turned more red.

The Great Elder flashed and also came to the altar. He looked at the scene with serious eyes, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

When the frost on the corpse in the ice coffin had completely melted away, the voice of the Silk Saint came out from inside: "Great Elder, Spirit Stone!"

Hearing this, the great elder did not dare to neglect and immediately took out all the spirit stones.

As the great elder of the Silkworm Holy Land, he is responsible for matching all the spiritual stones produced by the Holy Land.

As for the surplus spirit stones, he stored them all.

And now, he took out all the spirit stones, there were tens of thousands of them, which were the surplus of the saint for hundreds of years.

These sacred stones were scattered on the altar, forming a small hill.

At this moment, a terrifying suction force came out from the ice coffin, acting on those spirit stones.

The rich spiritual energy rushed into the ice coffin like a tsunami.

As the spiritual energy was absorbed by the corpse in the ice coffin, the corpse began to emanate a faint aura of oppression, and as time passed, the pressure became stronger and stronger.

Time passed by second by second.

An hour later, the voice of the Silk Saint came out from the ice coffin again:

"Great Elder, everything goes smoothly. Next, I just need to refine the spiritual energy contained in those spiritual stones, and then I can come out of seclusion."

"So, you don't have to stay here!"

"Go ahead! Those guys from the Slaughter Demon Sect and the Wanyao Pavilion may come over at any time."

"Holy, this situation cannot be handled without you in charge!"

Hearing the words of the Holy Lord, the Great Elder nodded in agreement: "Yes, Holy Lord!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the great elder arrived in front of the teleportation formation and suddenly disappeared.

Inside the ice coffin, the corpse of the first ancestor opened his eyes at some point, but his expression was exactly the same as that of the Silk Saint Lord.

Feeling the growing strength in his body, the resentful voice of the Lord echoed in the secret room:

"The Heaven-Slaying Demon Sect, the Myriad Medicine Pavilion?"

"I have paid so much, I will make you pay with blood!"

.........

More than half an hour passed.

Outside the Holy Temple, figures came from the sky, and finally they were suspended in the void outside the Holy Temple’s mountain gate.

The person in the lead was wearing a purple dress and looked like an immortal. It was Ye Chuyao.

Looking at the familiar mountain gate in front of him, an inexplicable color flashed in Ye Chuyao's eyes:

[Saint Seal, I am back again. 】

[From today on, this place will change its owner. From now on, it will become the dojo of our Great Yanye Family. ]

After hearing her thoughts, Ye Yunge and Ye Yunwu also became quite excited.

Last time they transformed into Gu Feng and Gu Yun, and were finally chased out by the Silkworm Saint like wild dogs.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the holy mountain gate in broad daylight.

The most important thing is that they now have the power to change the owner of the Holy Land.

At this moment, the voice of the Holy Lord of Flowers reached Ye Chuyao's ears:

"Master, they have activated the sect protection formation. It may take some time to break it!"

Hearing this, Ye Chuyao looked at her and said, "How long will it take you to break the formation?"

Hearing this, the Saint Lord of Flowers' expression instantly became solemn.

But she still thought for a moment and said, "My Lord, this formation is called the Hunyuan Wuji Formation!"

"It is built on the 108 peaks of the Sacred Silk Road. Although its offensive power is weak, its defensive power is extremely strong."

"Roughly speaking, it will take us at least half a day to break through the formation."

"Of course, if there are enough strong people presiding over this formation, it should take longer to break the formation."

The four saints have always been in competition, so they have the least understanding of each other.

The Saint Lord of Flowers said that it would take half a day to break the formation, which was already a conservative statement. In fact, she thought that it should take about three hours to break the formation.

After all, most of the powerful warriors of the Silk Saint were slaughtered, leaving only a few cats and kittens, which was nothing.

Therefore, without enough powerful people to preside over it, the power of this Hunyuan Wuji Formation would definitely be greatly reduced.

"Half a day?"

Ye Chuyao shook her head: "It's been too long!"

"I don't have the patience to wait that long. I'll do it myself."

Ye Chuyao's words were full of confidence, as if breaking through the Hunyuan Wuji Formation was very easy.

"Yes, Master!"

Upon hearing that Ye Chuyao was going to take action personally, the Holy Lord of Flowers stopped talking.

"It's just a way to break the formation. Protect you!"

With these words in his mouth, Ye Chuyao walked towards the formation step by step.

At this moment, the barrier of the formation suddenly began to ripple, and after a moment, a face as old as a dried orange peel slowly emerged.

Ye Chuyao was not unfamiliar with this old face, so she said calmly:

"Grand Elder Xisisheng? Are you finally willing to show up?"

"I thought that no one was using the Silk Saint anymore. They even knew we were outside the door!"

Ye Chuyao's face was full of disdain.

Hearing this, the elder's face twitched and he said in a cold tone:

"Master Ling, do you know how I, the Saint of the Silkworms, have offended you, causing you to go against us again and again?"

"Now that eight out of ten of our Saint warriors have died, the remaining ones also pose a threat to your Wanyao Pavilion. Are you still planning to stop?"

Of course, what the Great Elder said was all nonsense.

He has his own purpose for saying this nonsense.

Now the Silk Saint Lord is at a critical moment in fusing with the body of the first generation ancestor.

If I could buy him a little more time, that would be great.

Hearing this, Ye Chuyao's face was full of surprise: "Great Elder, you have lived for hundreds of years, how can you be so naive?"

"Now that things have come to this, is there any point in still arguing about who is right and who is wrong, and what is the meaning of grudges?"

"We are here today to take down this sacred silk thread."

"Now that the saints have all died, you are no longer qualified to occupy this Feng Shui treasure."

The strong prey on the weak, the naked law of the cultivation world, is now truly played out here.

Hearing her mocking words, the Great Elder's face darkened, and his eyes swept over everyone outside the mountain gate.

A look of doubt flashed across his face: "Are you Wanyao Pavilion and the Slaughter Demon Sect allied?"

'Where are they? Why haven't they shown up here?'

"And you, the Hundred Flowers Saint, actually betrayed the Four Saints and willingly became dogs of the Myriad Medicine Pavilion. It's really disgusting."

The last words of the Great Elder directly broke the defense of the Hundred Flowers Saint Lord.

It was humiliating enough for a holy lord to be accepted as a servant, but this old man even exposed his scars in front of him.

The Hundred Flowers Saint immediately became angry and said, "You old man, if you keep talking nonsense, I will kill all of you who are left once I break this shitty formation."

At this moment, the tone of the Holy Lord of Flowers was extremely fierce.

At this moment, Ye Chuyao said indifferently: "Great Elder, you talk too much!"

"What? Are you trying to stall for time?"

"No matter what you do, it's all in vain!"

"Now it depends on how I can break your protective formation."