Sign In For 100,000 Years, Please Hurry Up

"Ding! Did the host sign in?"

"Sign in."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in for 100,000 years, with a total of 5.256 billion sign-ins. Now the merits have been completed, the sign-in space has begun to unlock, and the countdown is 10 minutes..."

In a deep space.

Ye Yun, who was in the body of the primordial spirit, suddenly heard the voice of the system, and his numb soul was finally infused with a touch of freshness.

100,000 years!

He can finally go out!

In this dark and mysterious space.

Check in every ten minutes, a full 100,000 years.

Ye Yun waited silently...

He didn't know what kind of world would be outside after 100,000 years.

Is the Shenlong Sect stronger or more lonely?

...

The ruins of Shenlongzong.

Back mountain.

"Master, finally let your old man go into the soil for peace!"

"On the way to transport your ashes, the three of our senior sisters and younger brothers were hunted down. In order to cover us, the senior sister's life and death is still unknown..."

"I guess... it's probably hung up..."

"Little Junior Brother, I was arrested on the way..."

"Now I am the only one left in the entire Shenlong Sect..."

"Master, although you passed me the position of Sect Master before you died, I am afraid...I can't inherit your last wish."

"After making arrangements for your old man, I will also leave my hometown and stay incognito, and never show my face again..."

"Master, don't blame me, I can't make it by myself..."

In front of a brand new grave.

An unkempt young girl wearing a rags for sermons, knelt on the ground and burned a stick of incense, with sadness on her dusty face.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old. There were many holes in the robe on her body, revealing the shining and white skin, and some places were filled with dark red blood stains, which was very shocking.

He whispered his heart in front of the grave.

The boulder in the girl's heart seemed to fall to the ground.

The whole person's expression is much more relaxed.

Luo Li stood up and looked around.

I saw that in the valley where she was, nearly three hundred graves were densely arranged.

After she died, she should have been buried here.

But now, she decided to disband the Shenlong Sect.

So after death, I was destined to miss this place.

Although the Shenlong Sect is a small sect that is not influential, it has a long heritage, and every suzerain will enter this valley after death.

In front of the densely packed graves, there are stone tablets, some of which are extremely old. If time is calculated, they are at least one hundred thousand years old.

"Hey, my Shenlong Sect is said to be the top eternal level sect. Unexpectedly, it has now fallen to..."

Luo Li sighed, her dark little face was wrinkled, her expression depressed.

As the Lonely Sect Master, Luo Li is only on the eighth level of the Qi Gathering Realm.

It can be called the weakest lord of the chicken in history.

Following the master's practice for these years, some of them either hide in Tibet or escape for their lives under the enemy's chasing and killing.

There is no time to practice.

Therefore, Luo Li's cultivation base was pitifully weak.

It is said that the 250th generation of their Shenlong Sect, once offended a big power.

Since then.

The disciples of Shenlongzong for generations have all embarked on the road of escape.

despite this.

The Shenlong Sect has lasted for nearly fifty generations, and it is already the 298th generation of Sovereign in Luo Li.

Recalling the sad past.

Luo Li's expression became even more sad, and he sighed silently.

Perhaps with the blood of Shenlong, the faith of the descendants of Shenlong Sect is tenacious, and generations of suzerains have survived in the cracks and escaped wave after wave of enemies.

It's been a long time.

The Shenlong Sect is getting weaker and weaker, and in the generation of Master Luo Li, only three apprentices have been accepted for decades.

And her master is just a monk in Yuanhai Realm.

"Hey, the past is unbearable to look back..."

Luo Li's sad gaze swept across several ancient graves in the depths, and suddenly said to himself: "Forget it, anyway, I won't come again anyway, let's give the ancestors of the sect a last stick of incense!"

After speaking.

Luo Li took a bundle of incense and walked to the first row of graves in the depths.

...

Starting from the first tomb, the Patriarch started to give incense, Luo Li didn't say a word, with a small black face covered with dust, with a solemn expression.

Arrived at the 13th tomb.

Luo Li glanced at the ancient stone stele in front of the tomb. In the long and narrow Danfeng's eyes, there was a sudden change in the astronomical phenomenon in the rainy season.

"Is this the strongest ancestor in the history of the Shenlong Sect? It is said that he was domineering and offended many people. Even the Saintess of the Ice Phoenix Sect dared to molest! It made the sky angry and people complained. Sect Master Nian, he abdicated and made virtuous..."

Speaking of which.

The corners of Luo Li's plump lips curled up, and he let out a sneer: "Humph! It can be called the shortest-lived Sect Master of the Shenlong Sect!"

Although my heart is good.

Luo Li still had a stick of incense. In any case, the thirteenth-generation sect master had led the Shenlong Sect to achieve the most brilliant results.

It is worthy of her to give this old ancestor a stick of incense.

For the 12 ancestors in front, Luo Li knocked his head every time he put on a stick of incense.

But only in the face of this 13th-generation suzerain, she did not kowtow.

Standing straight.

"Old ancestor, if you were not too arrogant and forged so many enemies, how could the Shenlong Sect behind you decline rapidly?"

"And you personally, it is said that when you were practicing, you got into trouble and got your hair straight up! Let many of your enemies at that time clap their hands one by one, saying that our Shenlong Sect has done all the bad things and deserved the sin..."

After complaining.

Luo Li muttered and turned around, preparing to go to the 14th grave to get incense.

Suddenly the soil loosened, and there was a sparse sound.

Looking at the turbulent mud, Luo Li was shocked, and a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face.

Fraudulent corpse?

Is the ancestor alive?

Climbed out of the coffin?

Luo Li was shaking like chaff, she was frightened to death at this moment.

An ancestor who has been dead for 100,000 years, can she still crawl out of the coffin when she is sneered at it?

A piece of white bone hand suddenly stretched out from the mound.

boom!

The head of the grave exploded suddenly!

A white skeleton jumped high and landed in front of Luo Li.

"Damn, ghost!"

Luo Li was so scared that he sat on the ground, his eyes rolled white, and he almost didn't urinate.