Two quasi-spiritual sons died in the Tianshen Ancient League in one day!

Such news completely detonated the entire Tianshen Ancient League, making the entire ancient league boil.

But strangely, no Nine Veins disciple felt panic and sadness. Wherever they went, they all applauded, the crowd was excited, spitting, and scolding Ye Lan and Hua Teng for not being able to rest in peace after their death.

And Ye Wuque, who had killed Hua Teng and Ye Lan with force, once again became the idol in the hearts of countless Nine Veins disciples in the Tianshen Ancient League!

Especially before killing Ye Lan, Ye Wuque's behavior of openly defying the will of the spirit son made countless Nine Veins disciples excited. After

sending Mu Daoqi and the other two back to Xuanmai Sixue Peak to continue recuperating, Ye Wuque left again and walked slowly in the ancient league.

Wherever he passed, countless Nine Veins disciples looked at him from afar, with endless awe and fanaticism in their eyes!

Ye Wuque went to the east of the ancient league. Compared with his calm expression, he actually had a faint expectation in his heart at this moment.

The goal of his trip was the ancestral hall.

After returning from Cape Pass, Ye Wuque wanted to go to the Patriarch's Hall to hand over the task to the Patriarch Taicang, and then get the remaining half of the Quasi-Spiritual Son's authority, so that the authority would be complete, and then go to the Xuanmai Sacrifice Hall.

It was only because of the matter of Mu Daoqi and the other two that he was delayed. Now that everything is done, he will naturally not delay any longer.

Soon, Ye Wuque stopped moving forward and looked at the small valley that appeared in front of him. The Patriarch's Hall was here.

A sense of tranquility and peace overflowed, and Ye Wuque slowly walked to the entrance of the valley.

Buzz!

The next moment, two voids twisted, and the two bronze guards responsible for guarding the Patriarch's Hall reappeared.

"Greetings, Lord Ye!"

"Greetings, Lord Ye!"

A sonorous and hoarse voice sounded, and the two bronze guards saluted Ye Wuque respectfully.

"Come to the Patriarch's Hall to hand over the task."

Ye Wuque said lightly.

"Lord Ye, please!"

The bronze guards directly made way and made an invitation gesture to Ye Wuque.

After all, Ye Wuque had been here once before, so he was naturally familiar with the route and walked straight into the valley.

Seeing the lush and towering ancient trees, dense shade, and gentle majesty in the valley again, Ye Wuque's heart became more peaceful at this moment.

At the end of the ancient trees, the Patriarch's Hall came into view.

It still stood there, peaceful and serene, quiet and distant, as if letting time pass by, always the same.

Approaching the Patriarch's Hall, Ye Wuque once again felt the faint Taoist rhyme, the unity of man and nature, and the breath of Taoism.

His current strength is invincible under the legend, so naturally he has a deeper feeling for the Patriarch's Hall.

In front of the Patriarch's Hall, Ye Wuque stopped and said slowly and politely: "Xuanmai Quasi-Spiritual Son Ye Wuque, come to the Patriarch's Hall to deliver the task."

This time, the door of the Patriarch's Hall opened slowly, and there was no voice of the skinny old man.

Ye Wuque walked into the Patriarch's Hall again.

The smell of incense came to his face, and there was still a simple offering table and the statue of Patriarch Taicang.

In the corner of the statue, the skinny old man was still sitting there quietly, his face unclear.

"Hello, senior!"

Ye Wuque saluted and greeted the skinny old man.

The skinny old man's dead body moved slightly, and his blurred face seemed to look over, but he didn't speak.

Ye Wuque didn't care, but his eyes swept around the ancestral hall, but he didn't find the lovely Pan'er.

"Excuse me, senior...where is Pan'er?"

Ye Wuque asked the skinny old man.

Swish!!

The next moment, Ye Wuque only felt a pair of vicissitudes and cold eyes falling on his face like a sharp sword.

The skinny old man stared at him, making Ye Wuque feel a sense of creepiness.

Facing the skinny old man in the wind and fire catastrophe realm, the current Ye Wuque is far behind.

The atmosphere in the ancestral hall seemed to become dead and stagnant!

"She's asleep."

Finally, the hoarse and vicissitudes voice of the skinny old man sounded.

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed.

He could naturally hear that the answer from the skinny old man implied that he would not be able to see Pan'er this time.

Ye Wuque was also a little surprised by the skinny old man's strange attitude, but as the daughter of the leader, Pan'er must have been specially given to the skinny old man to take care of, so he naturally had no right to interfere.

The skinny old man had told him last time that Pan'er was born special, and her current state was even more special, and she needed to stay in this ancestral hall to maintain her state.

The power of the soul could not sense Pan'er's existence.

"Thank you for telling me, senior."

Pan'er's pair of innocent and kind big eyes appeared in his mind, and Ye Wuque also felt a little sorry that he didn't see them this time.

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Ye Wuque walked to the statue of the Taicang Patriarch, picked up the three incense sticks on the altar, lit them and inserted them into the incense burner, and then saluted.

As this series of actions were completed, the pair of eyes on the statue of the Taicang Patriarch that were looking forward came to life at this moment, slowly drooped and stared at Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque, who had been prepared for this,

saw the vision intersecting with it, and his eyes suddenly went dark. The next moment, his mind once again came to that inexplicable space, and a figure slowly appeared, sitting cross-legged, it was the Taicang Patriarch.

"Disciple greets the Taicang Patriarch!"

Ye Wuque immediately saluted.

The moment the Taicang Patriarch saw Ye Wuque, a faint smile of surprise appeared on his face.

"It has only been half a year since you accepted the trial mission, and you have already returned to the Patriarch's Hall."

"How is the mission completed?"

Ye Wuque did not speak, but with a thought, the head of the Great Ghost General Cha Luo suddenly appeared in his hand.

The Taicang Patriarch took a look and immediately showed an undisguised smile of appreciation on his face.

"The Great Ghost General of Jiuyou is not simple."

"In just half a year, you have successfully killed a Great Ghost General, Ye Wuque, you are indeed amazing."

"However, your mission is to kill three of Jiuyou's quasi-ghost generals, what about the remaining two heads?"

Facing the question of Master Taicang, Ye Wuque shook his head and said respectfully: "Reporting to the master, I only killed one Great Ghost General and brought back only one Great Ghost General's head."

Upon hearing this, Master Taicang did not show any extra expression, but just nodded and sighed.

But just when Ye Wuque was about to continue speaking, Master Taicang spoke first.

"Sure enough..."

"You still encountered an invincible danger and chose to give up."

"Ye Wuque, you have done very well."

"It is stupid to do something knowing that it is impossible. It will only waste your life in vain."

"You can recognize all this and decisively choose to give up and return, which means that you must have grown and been tempered in this trip to Haijiao Pass."

"For you now, it is still too difficult to kill three great ghost generals alone."

"But I am very happy that you can come back alive and safely."

"After all, there is only one Saint Haoxuan."

"But you don't need to be discouraged. After all, there is only one Ye Wuque in the world. As long as you can absorb..."

The voice of Patriarch Taicang was suddenly interrupted!

The pair of unpredictable eyes like the starry sky were now round, staring at the other two bloody heads that suddenly appeared in Ye Wuque's hand without blinking, as if the head was hit by a hammer, and the body was motionless! (To be continued)