Ji Yang couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and he looked at his grandson with a complicated expression and said, "Maybe this is your luck!"

"Lucky?" Wang Le raised his eyebrows and wanted to refute, but his lips moved and he still didn't say it out in the end.

After all, the encounter in front of the tomb of his mother Wang Xiaodie made his bloodline evolve, and later they also gained benefits in the underground mausoleum of Genghis Khan and the bottom space of Nanhuaguan Canyon.

The artifact butterfly was found from it, and he made great contributions to Wang Le during the subsequent battles.

"Maybe!" Wang Le murmured softly when he thought of these unanimous words.

Then Wang Le said: "After my grandson handled all the affairs of the martial arts world and returned to the secular world, he should go to the underground tomb of Genghis Khan."

Ji Yang was shocked and then asked quickly: "What? Didn't the fresh human skin there fly away?"

Wang Le nodded and replied, "After a look at the fresh human skin in the coffin, my grandson immediately ran away and did not dare to stay there for a moment."

After a pause, Wang Le continued with his eyes flashing: "I hope the fresh human skin in the coffin is still there, otherwise, my grandson will be in vain."

Ji Yang couldn't help but ask with concern: "Is this dangerous?"

Wang Le smiled slightly and replied confidently in his eyes: "One time and another time, the grandson could only turn around and run away, but now it is not the case. At that time, as long as the fresh human skin in the coffin is still there, the grandson will definitely keep it."

After a pause, Wang Le continued to say with some uncertainty: "Maybe we can get the truth we want from it."

Ji Yang nodded slightly and said no, then suddenly asked, "Sun'er, do you think Xiaodie is dead?"

"Uh!" Wang Le couldn't help but be stunned, and the scenes that happened in front of Fushan's mother's grave were played back in his mind.

Especially the spiritual consciousness contained in the fresh human skin is full of that complex emotion for himself. To this day, Wang Le still remembers it freshly.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Le was able to escape his life in the end. Otherwise, he would have been as dead as the strange old man and could not die again.

Thinking of this, Wang Le couldn't help but replied in a daze: "Maybe he's dead, maybe he's not dead, only God knows."

Ji Yang was silent for a while, then looked at his grandson again, and said in a deep voice with a serious and solemn expression: "No matter what, we all need the truth, and we will do whatever we can for this!"

Wang Le took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the ups and downs in his heart to calm down, a clear look flashed in his eyes, and then nodded and replied, "Even if he is in the qiongbi and the underworld, his grandson will have to investigate the matter to the end!"

After all, this is related to the life and death of his biological mother Wang Xiaodie. No matter what, Wang Le must figure it out, otherwise he will not be able to understand his thoughts, which can be said to be a taboo for people in martial arts.

Not to mention that the supreme existence like Wang Le can destroy himself now.

Once you cannot pass this level, you will be in great trouble when you break through the bottleneck of cultivation and advance to a higher level of cultivation in the future.

It is not the first time Wang Le has experienced the invasion of external demons. He knows the power of it. If he doesn't do it well, he will be trapped in it and cannot extricate himself. He doesn't know how he died.

Wang Le felt chilled when he thought about this kind of devilish way of death.

If you don’t mention this, it would be too sad if a person can’t even figure out his own birth.

Where you come from and where you are going, this kind of question seems philosophical, but it is also very realistic.

As this world, Wang Le is most likely to be the most powerful existence now. No matter from any perspective, we must figure out this issue.

Back to the point, Wang Le, who came back to his senses, did not continue to explore this topic with his grandfather Jiyang, but instead changed his tone and suddenly asked: "In addition to the best source stone, his grandson also wants to know more about lightning strikes on the wood."

"After all, when leaving Guixu Temple, Senior Qingyangzi handed me the twelve top-grade source stones, and also mentioned that there is a cultivation resource called thunder strike wood, which may be like the top-grade source stone as a substitute for top-grade source stones."

I saw a trace of memory in Jiyang's eyes, and then slowly said: "This lightning wood is a very precious cultivation resource. In my grandfather's impression, it is a good material for refining magic weapons. I didn't expect that in martial arts practice, I could still be comparable to the best source stone."

Wang Le curled his lips and spread his hands, "This is the first time that grandson of the lightning strike wood has heard of it. As for the effect, even Senior Qingyangzi cannot guarantee it, so the most important thing now is to find one or two lightning strike woods and let me try it."

"If the effect is really good at that time, it will be better. In this way, my grandson will have a little more choice. Otherwise, I can only stare at the top source stone."

After a pause, Wang Le further said: "Of course, if there is no effect, then the grandson can only find a large number of top-quality source stones in a desperate situation."

At this time, Ji Yang said, "Wait until my grandfather goes to ask your master and see if there are treasures like lightning strike wood hidden in the sight."

Wang Le couldn't help but look at his grandfather Ji Yang with some surprise and said, "There is no lightning strike at Mu Guixu Temple, how could it be there?"

Ji Yang rolled his eyes and replied: "Although Nanhua Temple is a second-rate force, don't forget that it was once brilliant a thousand years ago, and it is not worse than Guixu Temple, which is the hidden Taoist sect."

"Uh!" Wang Le couldn't help but touch his nose and replied with a smile: "My grandson forgot about this."

Ji Yang smiled slightly and couldn't help but tease himself: "Our ancestors were once generous. Maybe they could really pull out one or two lightning-striking woods in the treasure house of the observation."

Wang Le smiled and said, "If there is really lightning strike, it's best. If there isn't, you have to rely on the master of the sect to inquire about relevant information through the channels in the observation."

Ji Yang is of course concerned about his grandson's affairs, so after chatting for a few more words, he asked the other party to rest early, and then hurried out of the mansion to find Ji Yinzi, the head of the sect.

After grandpa Jiyang left, Wang Le went back to the two-story building behind the mansion.

Although I haven't moved in for a long time, it seems very clean inside, which is obviously due to the butler Li Hongru.

So there is no need to clean it, which saves Wang Le a lot of effort.

After Wang Le entered the bedroom directly, he did not rest immediately, but sat cross-legged on the bed.
Chapter completed!