Any descendants who believed in the Church of Light would be killed immediately!

As long as the family members are not dead, they must find the Holy Crown!

When Panin slowly spoke these two ancestral teachings in an understatement tone, although his voice was not loud, his tone was so faint. However, Chen Daolin could still hear a strong resentment from these two sentences!

It seemed that the resentment that had accumulated for hundreds of years was included in these two sentences. When people heard it, they couldn't help but feel cold all over their body. It seemed that there was a cold air rising from their spine to the back of their heads...

"My family has been committed to finding the whereabouts of this holy crown for hundreds of years. The ancestors believed even more: Since someone stole the holy crown, then the person who stole this thing would not take it back and throw it in the warehouse to wait for it to rot. This thing will always be the day when it will be bright again.

Unfortunately, my ancestors guessed this idea wrongly. The holy crown has never been published for hundreds of years and has never been heard of.

When my ancestor was a sacred knight in the past, he fought with the person who stole the sacred crown when he was protecting the sacred crown. The clues left by the ancestor were very clear. The opponent's strength was very powerful, especially his proficient magic. The ancestor described that there was also a great deacon from the Inquisition guarding the sacred temple at that time. The great deacon had strong magic power and was a master in the Temple of Light. His divine skills could almost be ranked among the top five in the Temple of Light.

But it was such a powerful mage who lost in front of the man who stole the Saint Crown. His spells were as good as children in front of that person. The other party almost broke his spells head-on and then knocked him down head-on.

My ancestor was entangled by a magic puppet summoned by the other party and fought fiercely. Finally, after the man took away the deacon from the court, he hid in a distance and attacked with magic. My ancestor fought hard with the magic puppet and had no time to be distracted. Finally, he was caught and knocked out.

The strength of my ancestors in the past was already very strong. The sacred fighting spirit of the sacred fighting spirit of the past has reached the top level of advanced warriors, and is only one step away from the legendary holy level. And that great deacon is also the strength of a high-level mage.

Two high-level strong men were easily knocked down by one person. When I was a ancestor, I only recalled that person should be a person in the holy level.

Looking around the holy-level powerful people who lived there at that time, they could not find any suspicion. The holy-level powerful people who lived there at that time were His Majesty the Pope, the Chairman of the Magic Union, and the world-famous magician Gandov.

First of all, His Majesty the Pope can eliminate it first.

The chairman of the Magic Union has always been out of the dispute between the royal family and the church, and maintains a transcendent identity, and will never come to this muddy water for no reason.

And the last saint-level powerhouse is the magician Gandov.

Although my ancestors suspected Gandov, he was a famous magician all over the world, admired by countless people and had outstanding prestige. Even if this matter was told, no one would believe it. Moreover... the magic union must be on his side. With the power of my family at that time, if he provoked a person like Gandov, it would be a death sentence.

My ancestors' wishes were not fulfilled throughout their lives. When they died, they died in depression and still never forget this aspiration.

The descendants of my family have passed down from generation to generation, and have never given up on the hope of retrieving the Saint Crown.

Gandov died a hundred years ago in the northern ice forest. After receiving the news, the people from my family began to search again and even sent people to visit the ice forest.

Then we got the news that Gandov had a successor to his disciples, and the most famous one at that time was naturally... the first Duke of Tulip!

We investigated from multiple sources and found out that Tulip Duke was in his ancestral home in Luolin. He was not sure why he was attracted by Gandov and accepted it as a disciple. Later, he personally followed Gandov to the north to the Ice Forest. After Gandov died in the Ice Forest, if there were any relics, they would definitely be handed over to Tulip Duke.

Although my family has developed well over the years, it is still not as strong as it can compete with the Duke of Tulip. So, we have been waiting for decades..."

Chen Daolin frowned: "You suspect that the Saint Crown is in the hands of the Duke of Tulip... But why did you come to the castle of the ancestral house of the Luolin family again to look for it? Although the Duke of Tulip is from the Luolin family, you have never thought that even if the Saint Crown is in his hands, would he still leave this thing in the Luolin family? Wouldn't he have taken away the things with his own home long ago?"

"...This is my secret." Panning shook his head: "Since I did this, I naturally have my reasons for fighting. As for what happened, you don't have to ask."

Chen Daolin was stunned and then curled his lips: "If you don't ask, don't ask..."

He laughed in his heart: It was Semer who stole the Saint Crown, and it was hard for you to think of Gandov... Well, Semer has also been a disciple of Gandov. Although this guess is a bit wrong, it is still not too far-fetched.

"But things are not here now... it seems that there is only one possibility." Chen Daolin sighed.

Panin also looked dark. The guy nodded and said in a deep voice: "Not bad... Since the thing is not here... Then... it seems that the news I have heard is still missing. The Duke of Tulip must have taken this thing away."

Speaking of this, Panning showed a solemn expression on his face: "The mansion of Duke Tulip is hidden and hidden. If you want to find someone in this world who dares to break into the church or the magic union, I'm afraid no one dares to break into the Duke Tulip's mansion."

Panin then turned his eyes and looked at Chen Daolin: "Mr. Darling, you and I have all ulterior motives. It seems that everyone is even."

"If you don't kill me to silence me?" Chen Daolin snorted: "Are you really so kind?"

"I really want you to die, but if you die, Barossa won't be happy." Panin shook his head and looked arrogant: "Although I am not noble, at least I am still a little bottom line. I am very interested in killing you, but there is no reason now."

After a pause, Panning's expression suddenly became serious: "My teacher has warned me that a bloodthirsty person is the hopelessness of beings to reach the peak of the holy level. There is no reason why my state of cultivation will be so easily destroyed by you."

After hearing this, Chen Daolin was disdainful: He was so nagging. What kind of cultivation state of mind...

Since they couldn't find anything in this secret room, the two of them naturally left. Chen Daolin had already known it anyway, but Panning returned empty-handed, with a somewhat sad expression.

The two walked out and came outside, passing by the stone door as a "guidance". The two guys suddenly raised their heads at the same time as if they were tacitly experiencing their heads and looked at each other.

Both of them were surprised when they looked at each other, and Panin looked strange: "What do you think I'm doing?"

Chen Daolin forced a smile: "If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"

Panning was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "It seems that what did you think of too?"

Chen Daolin secretly regretted: Why can't I be calmer anymore? At this moment, I had to bite the bullet and say, "Hmph... just say whatever you think of, don't test me."

"Hahahahaha!" Panning laughed loudly and glanced at Chen Daolin: "Mr. Darling, you must have thought of the same idea as me... You refused to say that you wanted to wait until we go back and see if you turn back to investigate?"

Chen Daolin was told his thoughts. His face was not red, and he sneered: "Don't you think so?"

"I don't have to." Panning's words made Chen Daolin's nose tilt. He heard the guy say in a mocking tone without any concealment: "My fist is harder than you, so I don't have to hide my thoughts in front of you. And there is no need to circumvent you and then sneak around you alone. You are by my side, and I can still investigate. If you find something, you can't steal me. But you are not as strong as me. Only after coaxing me back, you can go around yourself and get the benefits. If I am there... Humph!"

Chen Daolin was annoyed, but could not argue.

Damn, it’s really helpless to be less skilled than others in terms of strength.

(Hmph, I will endure it with you. Although my brother Daling is not as good as you, how many years have you been practicing to reach your current level? It has only been a few months since I came to this world. Compared with the speed of upgrading, I will beat you, a genius! Give me some more time, sooner or later, I will let you, a dead shemale, kneel in front of me and stick your butt and sing to conquer!)

Chen Daolin felt whispering in his heart, but his face pretended to be calm, looking at Panning: "Are you always so shameless in speaking?"

"No, I can also pretend, but when facing a strong enemy, I need to pretend. When facing an ants, it seems that there is no need for this."

Chen Daolin discovered: This little sissy guy is actually a very hidden poisonous tongue!

The two of them quarreled for a few words, but they stopped talking. At the same time, they turned their heads and stared at the stone door.

After a moment, the two of them spoke at the same time:

"What do you think is behind this door?"

Huh?

Chen Daolin was stunned. He suddenly realized that apart from the hatred between the two and the dislike of each other, he and this guy had an incredible tacit understanding in terms of their way of thinking and rhythm.

This discovery made Chen Daolin feel inexplicably absurd and annoyed.

"How do I know what?" Chen Daolin snorted and said angrily: "This stone door is a lie. Maybe the door is a mechanism that harms people. Maybe once you open this door, hundreds of poisonous arrows will be shot out inside to nail you into a hedgehog, or release poisonous mist that can corrode people into skeletons."

"Why don't you say there will be tens of thousands of kilograms of huge rocks, the dragon-breaking stone, pressing people into meat sauce?" Panning glanced at Chen Daolin: "Considering that we are now in the underground secret passage, the saying that being buried alive by huge rocks is more scary."

Both of them looked at each other with dissatisfaction, and spoke at the same time:

"Open it?"

"Open of course!"

...

One of the two is a magician and the other is a warrior. If they cooperate, they will be extremely powerful.

Chen Daolin tried to release his mental power to investigate. However, after all, he was limited in strength and was just a low-level magician. Although his mental power could barely penetrate the stone door, he could only barely determine that there was another space behind the stone door. If he wanted to use his mental power to investigate what was hidden inside, he would be unable to match his strength.

But as long as you confirm that there is another space inside, it will be easy.

"This stone door is about half a meter thick." Chen Daolin frowned: "This thickness is certain."

"It's only half a meter, that's easy to do." Panin took a deep breath: "You stand up."

This guy drew out his long sword, and the sword in his hand, which was thinner than chopsticks, shone light little by little under Chen Daolin's nose.

Chen Daolin glanced at him and his face suddenly became serious!

He has seen many warriors these days, not to mention the distance. Captain Hook beside him is a warrior, and he also has mastered the fighting spirit.

Although Chen Daolin did not have the talent to learn martial arts, as a real person from the Celestial Empire, he has read too many martial arts novels since he was a child. Naturally, he has a passionate heart for martial arts. After coming to this other world, he failed to learn martial arts and had to become a magician. However, he is still interested in martial arts. When he is with Hu Ke on weekdays, he often asks Hu Ke for some questions about martial arts in this world.

He already knew that the fighting spirit cultivated by warriors in this world will burst out with the light of fighting spirit when they are used. Generally speaking, only mid-level warriors can master the fighting spirit, and the colors of fighting spirit are also different, and there are all kinds of colors.

However, once the strength exceeds the middle level and reaches the level of a high-level warrior, it will return to nature. Remove the meal and retain essence. The original colorful fighting spirit will gradually remove impurities and finally restore it to the most original white...

The color of a warrior's fighting spirit can basically determine the opponent's strength level.

For the entry point of a high-level warrior, Dou Qi is pure white. As the cultivation is deeper, the color of Dou Qi will gradually fade, from pure white to silver white. Then the deeper the cultivation is, the color will fade.

Until it becomes a transparent light...it is a bit like the light of a fluorescent light.

At this moment, the light bursting out from the sword in Panin's hand, which was standing beside him, was obviously white!

The white fighting spirit symbolizes that his strength has surpassed the middle level and reached the higher level!

But...fat Kaman and Luo Puppet said that this guy is only of mid-level strength!???

...

The white fighting spirit burst out from the sword's edge, and Panin's face became more and more serious. He took a few deep breaths and walked up, holding the hilt of the sword as steady as a rock.

Push the sword! Then slowly stab it!

Chen Daolin kept staring at Panning's movements carefully. At the moment when Panning's sword stabbed out, Chen Daolin felt that he had an illusion in a trance: he only felt that Panning's movement was really very, very... good-looking!

Yes, it's "good-looking"!!!

The movement of this thorn looks extremely harmonious and natural, as if it is flowing, without any slight fireworks.

The movement of this thorn is like a dance, and the movement makes people feel relaxed and happy when they see it...

Chen Daolin has also seen countless battles, many battles, and many people have seen them use swords.

But I have never seen someone who can lift a sword and stab it, and it looks so beautiful!

...
To be continued...