Ye Ning smiled and said: "Disciple, you don't need it anymore. Just give this Golden Sun Flower to Ye Miao. [ ]" After saying that, the Golden Sun Flower flashed a light and fell into the hands of the great elder.

The great elder looked at Ye Ning and reluctantly put Jinyanghua into the storage ring.

"This is the first thing. The other thing is that the disciple wants to tell the great elder a big news. Perhaps, with this news, the Lianyun Sect can avoid a catastrophe."

"What news?"

Ye Ning continued: "Half a year ago, the disciple encountered an 'epiphany' by chance. He was lucky enough to realize the heart of heaven and foresaw the scene of the Qingluo Continent in the next hundred years. Well, it turned out to be a bloody storm. The Nightmare clan rose in full force.

The human monks were retreating steadily, and even the entire continent fell into the hands of aliens."

The great elder was shocked, jumped up, and said: "The Nightmare tribe, are they the indigenous people of Qingluo continent? Hey, is it possible that the Shitian will die in Qingluo?! If we fight together, all life will be ruined. I am afraid that even the sect may fall.

Right. A hundred years is too short. Even if Ye Miao takes Jinyanghua, he probably won’t have time to break through to the Saint! He will definitely not be able to survive the great catastrophe in the future without the protection of the Saint!"

"Great Elder, have you ever heard of the Nightmare Clan?"

"Yes. It has been recorded in the oldest classics of the Lianyun Sect that it is a terrifying race. It is said that what they cultivate is not spiritual power, but witchcraft power! Their saint is called the Witch King, the Witch King

Below are the Twelve-Leaf Wizards, which respectively correspond to the four realms of human monks of the Ling Xian Zun Sect."

"Oh? The Lianyun Sect's records about the Nightmare Clan are so detailed? So, isn't the Witch King the Thirteen-Leaf Wizard?"

"Yes, and no. The cultivation of the Nightmare tribe relies more on inheritance. After the Nightmare tribe is born, there will be a leaf-shaped mark on the forehead. As the practice goes by, the leaf-shaped mark will continue to open until it becomes twelve

Leaves. From now on, no matter how you practice, you will never produce thirteen leaves!"

"Then how did their king come into being?"

"Inheritance! Before a certain Witch King passes away, he will select a particularly outstanding person among his disciples and descendants and pass on his witchcraft power to him. At that time, the thirteenth leaf will unfold!"

"So, the number of their Witch Kings is fixed? If a certain Witch King is killed in a fight, wouldn't the Nightmare clan completely lose one Witch King?!"

"No, even if the Witch King is killed, his body will be condensed into a Nightmare Bead. After being refined by the Nightmare Bead, the Nightmare Tribe can be promoted to the Witch King."

"Oh, that's it. Great Elder, my disciple shamelessly asked you to borrow the jade slip that records the Nightmare clan. Is it possible?"

"Of course there is no problem with this." The great elder smiled and said: "Ye Ning, you don't need to call yourself a disciple in the future. I heard that you have already established a sect and established the Disillusionment Sect? This is very good, you must be accumulating...

Strength, prepare to survive the catastrophe. Ahem, the Nightmare tribe is too terrible, too terrible. Especially because of the special nature of their inheritance, their Witch King is simply unkillable. If one is killed, another one will be born. Ahem

, human saints are extremely limited."

"The great elder knows that there are still saints in human beings?"
Chapter completed!