Outrageous! Even the ancient immortal emperor is my friend!

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon came the one-month deadline for Xu Fan to enter the ancient secret realm.

Over the ancient city, the leader of the Shenxiao Sect, Ling Xiao, clenched his fists unwillingly. He stared at the purple portal, his eyes full of unwillingness, "It has been a month, and no one has ever been able to stay in the ancient secret realm for a month. Did Xu Fan die inside?"

Afterwards, Ling Xiao stayed outside the purple door for a full hour, and finally he helplessly loosened his fists and sighed: "Oh, I didn't expect that a peerless genius saint son would finally appear in our Shenxiao Sect, but he died in In the ancient secret realm.”

He smiled bitterly and looked in the direction of the Southern Territory: "How should I explain to Senior Taixu now?"

"After all, it's my Shenxiao Sect that doesn't have this fate."

Ling Xiao sighed and flew towards the Southern Territory. After a month, it was time for him to return to Shenxiao Sect.

Since the emergence of the ancient secret realm, no one has ever been able to stay in the ancient secret realm for a month. Even if Xu Fan is a genius, are there still fewer geniuses from ancient times to this day?

Ling Xiao already believed from the bottom of his heart that Xu Fan was dead inside. It was futile to continue waiting here. It was time for him to leave.

Without Xu Fan, Ling Xiao hurried on with all his strength and returned to Ling Xiao Sect not long after.

As soon as Ling Xiao returned to Shenxiao Sect, he immediately came to the main hall of the sect master.

At this moment, the main hall of the sect master was very busy. Except for the supreme elder who saw the dragon but never saw its tail, all the elders were here.

As soon as Ling Xiao entered the sect master's hall, the eyes of all the elders were attracted to him, staring at him, trying to see a result from his face.

Ling Xiao did not hide the ugly expression on his face. He shook his head with some regrets. The meaning of this expression was naturally understood by all the elders present.

To be able to cause such a big emotional gap for the leader of a sect is a sign of Xu Fan's great importance.

Suddenly, many different emotions appeared in the entire sect leader's hall at the same time.

There is schadenfreude, pity, regret, and excitement.

The one who was excited and gloating was naturally the Great Elder Ye Jian. The smile on his face did not stop at all, and he almost opened champagne to celebrate on the spot.

Although everyone's emotions were different, everyone still had the vision to see what should be done. They all held a moment of silence, with sadness on their faces. Naturally, they couldn't be happy when a saint's son died.

The great elder Ye Jian was holding back his laughter and could hardly hold back his laughter.

Elder Luoshui was the saddest one. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Xu Fan's death meant that her beloved disciple Huo Ling'er had no hope of surviving.

After half an hour, the great elder Ye Jian couldn't hold it any longer. He laughed loudly and said: "Since the Holy Son is dead, shouldn't it be time for our Shenxiao Sect to choose a new Holy Son?"

Ling Xiao frowned and looked at the Great Elder coldly. He felt a little unhappy, but it was understandable. The Holy Son was dead and according to the rules, a new Holy Son should be established.

Seeing that the Great Elder spoke first, the Second Elder Lu Han also said: "Yes, it will not help if we continue to grieve. It is better to decide on the new candidate for the Holy Son early."

The second elder was actually happy. Although Xu Fan's death made him feel jealous of talents. It was a pity, but his disciple Ye Wuchen could become the holy son of Shenxiao Sect!

The elders also nodded and were a little speechless.

The most powerful sect in the Southern Territory, the Holy Girl selected is now unconscious, and the Holy Son selected died in the ancient secret realm.

After pondering for a moment, Ling Xiao sighed and said seriously: "In that case, let's do it in two months. If the saint Huo Ling'er cannot wake up after two months, the position of the saint son and saint will be re-selected."

Xu Fan had given up all hope, but Huo Ling'er still wanted to rescue him. Maybe he could find some treasure in two months.

Elder Luoshui hesitated to speak. It was good that he could buy two months for his disciple.

She secretly made up her mind that in the past two months, she would search the entire Canglan Continent to find any way to awaken Huo Ling'er.

Great Elder Ye Jian also smiled with satisfaction. It would be great for him to start the Battle of the Holy Son again in two months, and he would naturally be prepared accordingly.

The second elder Lu Han and the third elder Man Niu also nodded. Two months was not a big deal to them. In the face of absolute strength, the battle for the Holy Son was clear. In their eyes, the battle for the Holy Son still fell to them. Home.

As news of what happened in the sect leader's hall spread, the entire Shenxiao Sect was in uproar.

"What? Holy Son Xu Fan is dead? Died in the ancient secret realm?"

"This... this is impossible. Holy Son Xu Fan is such a good person. He gave me a heavenly magic weapon a month ago. How can he die just like that!"

"I heard that he went to the ancient secret realm to search for heavenly materials and earthly treasures in order to save the Holy Lady Ling'er, and finally died there."

"Oh, Holy Son Xu Fan is such a loving person. It's a pity that we, the Shenxiao Sect, will never meet such a good Holy Son in the future!"

"Yes, this is the first time in all my years that I have met a genius as generous as Holy Son Xu Fan. He is approachable and generous. What a pity!"

"Holy Son Xu Fan! Have a good journey!"

The entire Shenxiao Sect disciples mourned one after another. They respected Xu Fan from the bottom of their hearts. As the Holy Son, not only did he have no pretensions, but he was also so generous in giving so many priceless magic weapons.

Ye Wuchen was extremely sad after receiving the news. His new genius friend had died like this.

After the sadness, he also received the notice that he would re-select the Holy Son in two months, and began to practice in seclusion to cope with the battle for the Holy Son that should be no surprise to him in two months.

Time passes very quickly in the world of monks, and retreats often last for a long time, and two months pass quickly.

Shenxiao Sect,

Compared with the last Holy Son War, this Holy Son War seems particularly quiet.

Although the scale is the same and many disciples have been waiting in the central arena of Shenxiao Sect, they still cannot forget the former Holy Son Xu Fan in their minds.

Ling Xiao was flying above the ring, and he said with some seriousness: "The battle for the new Holy Son will begin today. This time, the Holy Son will be decided from the complicated to the simple. It only needs to test the fighting strength. It will be between Ye Wuchen and Huang Daniu. Choose the final candidate for the Holy Son."

Ye Wuchen and Huang Daniu stood on the ring. After several months of practice, Ye Wuchen's cultivation level has been infinitely close to the mountain and sea realm. It can be said to be half a step to the mountain and sea realm.

Huang Daniu's cultivation level also followed closely behind, reaching the peak of Mortal Transformation Realm, and his cultivation speed was very fast.

Ling Xiao glanced at the two of them and was about to announce the start of the battle, but before he could announce it, the great elder Ye Jian stood up from the high platform.

A smile appeared on his face, and he shouted with a smile: "Reporting to the sect leader, in this battle of the New Holy Son, some of my disciples will also participate in the battle."

Ling Xiao frowned, "Huh? Your direct disciple? If you are too old and your cultivation level is too low, don't waste your time."

As far as he knew, none of the disciples of Great Elder Ye Jian could do anything except the former Wang Teng.

Great Elder Ye Jian shook his head and said with a confident smile: "This is my direct disciple. He has been in seclusion for many years and has never left seclusion."

As Ye Jian finished speaking, a young man with a slender figure, a delicate face, and a 70% resemblance to Wang Teng slowly walked onto the ring from below.

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