Chapter 5135: Why the Ancient Burial Declined

The Ancient Demon Ancestor flew in front of Mo Xiao and asked, "Are you alright?!"

"I am fine. Thank you for your concern, Old Ancestor." Mo Xiao cupped his fists, his expression grim.

The Ancient Demon Ancestor's face darkened, and he nodded without saying much else.

The Ancient Demon Ancestor was naturally aware of the fact that Mo Xiao had refined the magic bead of the God-Demon Tower.

Disobeying his orders and privately refining the supreme treasure of the Ancient Demon God Clan, the Ancient Demon Ancestor was naturally furious.

What was most hateful was that even after refining the supreme treasure of the Ancient Demon God Clan, the other party was still no match for Xiao Fan.

This made the Ancient Demon Ancestor angry, feeling that Mo Xiao was not worth much use.

Lang Wujie was in the same situation.

But since the Old Ancestor of the Ancient Wolf Immortal Clan was not there, his situation was much better.

Lang Wujie hated Xiao Fan to the core, but he was also convinced of his defeat. He knew very well that he was no match for Xiao Fan; if both sides were to fight with all their strength, he would definitely be the one to lose in the end.

"Rest for seven days… Those who have not been eliminated will proceed to the competition." At this moment, Holy Ancestor Kongchen appeared in the air and spoke slowly.

Hearing this, everyone cupped their fists in salute and then dispersed.

Returning to the courtyard, Old Ancestor Qingyun was happy, but also felt depressed.

Except for Xiao Fan and a few others, the other Disciples of Qingyun Academy who entered the Secret Realm were killed less than half a day after entering.

One must know, those were the most outstanding Disciples of Qingyun Academy, yet they were gone just like that.

Old Ancestor Qingyun had originally wanted to find Xiao Fan to ask something, but after hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not go over.

In a flash, three days passed…

At night.

Xiao Fan was sitting cross-legged and meditating in the Secret Room.

Suddenly, an illusory figure appeared before him.

Xiao Fan opened his eyes sharply, retreated, and drew the tianming sword, intending to strike.

"Hehe… Young friend, no need to be afraid." The figure that appeared in the Secret Room spoke slowly.

Upon hearing the other party's voice clearly, Xiao Fan was stunned: "Greetings, Senior."

The figure smiled and transformed into an old man with crane-like hair and a youthful face.

This person's voice was exactly that of Holy Ancestor Kongchen from the Divine Gate Secret Realm.

"Hehe… Young friend, no need for formalities. Come, let's chat." Holy Ancestor Kongchen smiled.

Xiao Fan nodded and sat opposite Holy Ancestor Kongchen.

Xiao Fan appeared calm on the surface, but he was very vigilant in his heart, while preparing to use the Power of Destiny at any moment.

"Hehe… King of Ten Thousand Weapons, come out and chat. Having met an old friend, do you still intend to avoid seeing me?" Holy Ancestor Kongchen smiled.

"Old friend? Hah! I am just a Divine Thought."

The next moment, the ancient painting suddenly appeared, and an imposing old man walked out from it; it was indeed the King of Ten Thousand Weapons.

"Hehe… Even if it is a Divine Thought, it is still the Divine Thought of an old friend." Holy Ancestor Kongchen smiled, and with a wave of his hand, a pot of fine spiritual tea appeared.

"Hmph! Since that is the case, then this old man will chat with you." The King of Ten Thousand Weapons smiled and sat beside Xiao Fan.

Holy Ancestor Kongchen was not angry, feeling that the King of Ten Thousand Weapons should have this temperament.

Holy Ancestor Kongchen poured tea for Xiao Fan and the King of Ten Thousand Weapons, and finally filled a cup for himself.

"Do you have nothing you want to ask me?" Holy Ancestor Kongchen looked at the King of Ten Thousand Weapons.

"I do! And a lot." The King of Ten Thousand Weapons nodded.

"Hehe… I also have things I want to ask you." Holy Ancestor Kongchen smiled, took a sip, and looked at Xiao Fan, hesitating to speak.

Holy Ancestor Kongchen's intention was obvious; he intended for Xiao Fan to leave.

"He does not need to leave! He is the Successor of the Ancient Burial." The King of Ten Thousand Weapons said in a low voice, taking a sip of tea.

Upon hearing this, Holy Ancestor Kongchen was stunned, and with a deep gaze, he looked at Xiao Fan: "Not bad! Such talent! The Successor of the Ancient Burial is very good."

Xiao Fan was expressionless, thinking to himself, what does Successor of the Ancient Burial mean.

"King of Ten Thousand Weapons, whatever you want to ask, just ask." Holy Ancestor Kongchen smiled.

"I… where did I go?!" The King of Ten Thousand Weapons said in a deep voice: "I can sense that my original body is still alive, but it is gone; I do not know where it went."

Hearing this, Xiao Fan also became interested; this matter might very well be related to why the Ancient Burial Holy Land declined.

"Where did you go? Sorry, I do not know either." Holy Ancestor Kongchen shook his head: "Actually, I am also curious! Where did you all go."

"The Ancient Burial Holy Land… why did it decline?!" The King of Ten Thousand Weapons asked again.

"Mysterious powerhouses attacked. They traversed the formation and caught the Ancient Burial Holy Land off guard. Those powerful Killing Arrays had not even been activated before more than half of the powerhouses were slaughtered… That battle was very tragic. By the time I arrived at the Ancient Burial Holy Land, the overall situation had already been decided…" Holy Ancestor Kongchen spoke slowly, revealing the truth he knew.

The expression of the King of Ten Thousand Weapons became increasingly gloomy, and killing intent permeated his body.

"Damn it… such a thing actually happened!" The King of Ten Thousand Weapons gritted his teeth: "Those people? You didn't capture a single one? Who are they?!"

"I am not sure. They were very strong and very strange… They appeared suddenly and left suddenly; even their corpses were gone." Holy Ancestor Kongchen shook his head: "In the end, I could not even capture their aura."

"Aura? You couldn't even capture their aura?!" The King of Ten Thousand Weapons was shocked.