I Became A Patriarch At The Age Of Seven

Fire Qilin's body has shriveled like dry bark.

He was weaker than he was.

Now it's completely exhausted. Yang Nian could even clearly feel the thin hair of life on his body.

Xiang Yunfei's aura slowly converged, and the fiery red scales on his right arm gradually disappeared in his arm.

In this way, Yang Nian suddenly had an illusion.

"Qilin arm?" Yang Nian muttered in his heart, he could feel the terrifying power contained in Xiang Yunfei's arm when the scales emerged.

This is the voice of Fire Qilin, "With the release of the power in Qilin's inner alchemy, you can gradually control your own Qilin form. Currently, you only use part of Qilin's power, that is, your right arm..."

"The "Innate Qilin" has been imprinted in your memory. Be sure to remember to cultivate Innate Qilin for at least one hour each morning and evening. This is good for you to fully grasp the power of Qilin."

"You may not be able to fully adapt to the Qilin blood flowing in your body, and sometimes you will get burned or even out of control. But as your cultivation deepens, these conditions will gradually disappear..."

As soon as the apostrophe was exported,

Huo Qilin's head drooped down, completely lost his breath of life, and sat down on the spot.

Immediately the whole place fell silent.

Xiang Yunfei knelt down in front of Huo Qilin twice and kowtowed nine times.

This kindness to Yunfei is impossible to forget.

After half an hour, there was a new low grave outside the light curtain on Devil Island, and Yang Nian and others had simply buried Qilin.

I have imagined the scene of meeting Huo Qilin countless times,

But didn't expect it to be like this.

There was a long silence in front of the grave, when Yang Nian said: "The deceased is like this. It is time for us to continue our journey and exploration."

"Everyone, adjust your state and try your best to be at your best. After an hour, enter Devil Island!" Yang Nian was awe-inspiring and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

The future is full of dangers and unknowns.

But as of now, they have no other choice.

From the moment I set foot on the Devil ship,

They have no choice.

After an hour, everyone's state was adjusted to the best.

Yang Nian evenly divided the Contribution Points in his hands, and one person was not too far behind to 150,000 points. It looks like a lot, but Yang Nian knows that once they step into the light curtain, their vitality will double, and 150,000 points will not let them live in it for too long.

Standing neatly in front of the light curtain.

They took deep breaths and tried to calm themselves down, but their hearts were still beating faster and faster.

No one speaks.

That kind of feeling is quite the tragic and solemn that Yi Shuihan will never return once he is gone!

Just as he was about to step in, an old voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Hero... Wait a minute."

Yang Nian froze,

Turning around and looking at the sound, I saw an old man who was only one meter tall, with white beard and hair, holding a wooden staff with a Calabash wine hanging on it.

It's kind of cute and funny.

"Father Land?" Yang Nian called out almost instinctively.

"You all call us that on the ground..." The old man stroked his beard and smiled kindly, "But in the underground civilization, we are called the earth spirits. But we prefer to be called master architects..."

"All the architectural wonders in the underground civilization world are from the hands of our earth spirits. Apart from this, we will not know anything else..." The old man was a little cheerful.

He stopped in front of Yang Nian, then took down the Calabash from the stick and gulped it down.

Very enjoyable.

"The Earth Spirit Race? Are you the surviving race of the underground civilization?" Yang Nian asked in surprise, staring at the little old man.

"The Earth Spirits have no fighting power and are the only races that did not participate in the Devil War. So our Earth Spirits were saved by luck... Maybe the only surviving native race in the underground civilization."

Devil does not belong to the native race.

They were created or transformed by underground civilizations.

Everyone stared at the little old man in amazement, Su Luoluo's long eyelashes blinked, squatted down and stared at the little old man like a child, "Little old man, you people in the underground civilization, aren't all dwarfs like you? ?"

"..." The little old man seemed to have been poke at a pain point, and he was a little unhappy, but Tsuundere still said: "We are just too tall...the small body contains power. Without us, the underground civilization would be in ruins. You see. On Devil Island, those wonderful buildings are also from the hands of our earth spirits."

"Oh." Su Luoluo stuck out his tongue, feeling more and more cute when the little old man was angry, "Little old man, what race do you think the underground civilization has?"

"That's a lot. Earth Spirit, Water Spirit, Wood Spirit, Fire Spirit, Metal Master, Rock Clan..." The little old man said, clasping his fingers, "Why should I tell you? Little girl!"

"Little old man!" Su Luoluo's violent temper came up instantly.

Little girl movie?

Almost fourteen, not too small!

On the contrary, you little dwarf, aunt stomped one to death...

Su Luoluo was about to get angry, when Yang Nian stopped him: "Lolo. I still have something to ask him."

Su Luoluo had no choice but to give up and glared at the little old man, "Damn dwarf! Dwarf Lackey! I'll settle the account with you later."

Su Luoluo got up and covered his face with frost.

Yang Nian looked at the little old man and said, "Since your earth spirits have no fighting power, life on Devil Island will speed up. How did you survive?"

"Our earth spirits can increase our vitality by eating soil and live forever," said the little old man Tsundere. Then he drilled down to the ground, and choked out a hole. And crawled out the other side like a groundhog...

"..."

Yang Nian and others were completely speechless.

This stuff actually eats dirt!

"You come out now and stop us, what do you want to do?" Yang Nian asked.

He couldn't guess the intention of the little old man at all.

The little old man chewed the soil in his mouth, seemed a little thirsty, took another sip of the wine from the jug, and said, "You guys just entered Devil Island so rashly, you won't be able to reach the Bronze Sacred Tree."

"Oh? What are you trying to say?" Yang Nian and the others held their breaths.

"Maybe I can help you reach the Bronze Sacred Tree and escape from Devil Island," said the little old man.

When everyone heard the words, they stared at the little old man with joy.

"How can you help us?" Yang Nian asked curiously.

"The structure of Devil Island is actually from the hands of our earth spirits. I also participated in it back then, so the layout of Devil Island is completely here..." The little old man pointed to his head, "Devil Island is full of dark energy, That's why life consumption is so terrifying."

"And the drive of the entire Devil Island is maintained by the holy energy provided by the bronze god tree."

"As long as you can get enough holy energy, you can disperse the dark energy to a certain extent and reach the Bronze Sacred Tree... As it happens, I know the core of holy energy." The little old man took another sip of wine.