Time passed, and two months passed in a blink of an eye, and Meng Hao became an inner disciple. It has been nearly a season. He no longer always goes to the outer sect. Only the little fat man is as comfortable as a fish in the outer sect.
As for Meng Hao, he spends almost all of his time in the French Pavilion these days.
On this day, sitting cross-legged in the Fa Pavilion, Meng Hao, with a calm expression, was looking at a piece of bamboo slips. He raised his right hand from time to time. There was a burst of magical light around his right hand, which reflected the flickering and dimming of his face.
At this moment, suddenly a ball of water that had just condensed from Meng Hao's right hand shattered and turned into a mist to dissipate around him. He frowned, put down the bamboo slip, and took out a glowing jade slip from his arms.
The jade is white in color, and the whole body is fuzzy, as if there are clouds of mist, but if you look closely, you can see that the jade slip is actually crystal clear.
"Chen Fan, Xu Qing, Meng Hao, the three of you are coming to the East Peak Hall." The majestic voice slowly came from the jade slip, and the voice contained indisputable, it was the voice of the head of the house, He Luohua.
Meng Hao put away the jade slip, got up and took a step forward, and immediately the front door opened silently, and he walked quickly towards the top of the mountain.
Almost at the same time Meng Hao walked out, there were two figures heading straight to the top of the mountain. They were Chen Fan, who was gentle but righteous, and Senior Sister Xu Qing, who was beautiful but indifferent.
Xu Qing also saw Meng Hao. This was the first time the two had met since the evening of the day.
The three of them went straight to the top of the mountain, and soon they came to the pavilion hall on the top of the mountain. This hall is ancient in color and carved with jade columns, but it has the meaning of vicissitudes. enter.
In the main hall, there are nine statues erected. The first one is an old man. The old man’s expression is not angry or prestigious, especially if his eyes are shining, although they are dim, they are still lifelike. Behind his right hand, he raised his left hand and pointed to the front, chin. Lifting it up as if looking down at the common people, full of unspeakable domineering, below him, there are eight statues standing in two rows, each of which is like a fairy wind road.
In the first seven days after Meng Hao entered the sect, he had already worshipped these statues, knowing that the old man who was not angry and prestigious was the patron ancestor. As for the other statues, he was the patron ancestor of the patron sect.
Under the statue of Patron Patriarch, the leader He Luohua turned his back to the trio of Meng Hao, staring at the statue of Patriarch Patriarch in a daze. I don't know what he was thinking. Next to him, Elder Ouyang, with a serious expression, nodded slightly to the trio of Meng Hao.
"Visit the ancestors." Grand Elder Ouyang said in a deep voice.
Meng Hao, Xu Qing, and Chen Fan all showed serious expressions and bowed deeply to the statue of the patron ancestor.
"When the ancestor disappeared for a hundred years, I was just a disciple of the outer sect who had just entered the sect. At that time, the patron sect was still brilliant." After a long time, He Luohua sighed and turned around, looking away from Meng Hao, Chen Fan, and Xu Qing had seen it before.
"You are familiar with the classics of the patrons, and you all know the glory of my patrons hundreds of years ago... You also know about the three levels of foundation building. Today, the old man summons you and will no longer hide it." He Luohua was silent for a moment. Slowly speak.
"The reason why I rely on the mountain sect to be brilliant is that the cultivation of the ancestor of the mountain stunned the entire country of Zhao, and the name moved the southern region, and all this is related to a volume of the Supreme Spiritual Sutra!" As soon as He Luohua said this, Chen Fan's eyes immediately showed strong Even Xu Qing's eyes condensed.
Only Meng Hao was taken aback, not knowing what the Supreme Spiritual Sutra was.
"Qi Condensation Roll?" Chen Fan said softly. He is a major disciple of the inner sect. He knows a lot of secrets, and some things have already been guessed.
"Tai Ling Jing is one of the three major scriptures in the entire Nangan Earth. It has been around for a long time. It should have seven books, but most of them have been lost. Among them, the condensing volume can be repaired without time to build the foundation, and the foundation volume can be used to build the Zidan Avenue. Rather than red pill and mixed pill, as for the pill formation scroll, it can let people condense the four-color infant body... It can be said that each volume can make people cultivate to the strongest state." He Luohua looked at the three of them and spoke slowly.
"The ancestors got the Qi Condensing Roll back then. The Wang family's sons joined my backer back then, and it was precisely for the Qi Condensing Roll of the Tai Ling Jing."
Meng Hao’s eyes showed a sharp glow, and his heart beat faster. He had heard senior brother Chen Fan talk about the several levels of foundation building. Only now did he know that the patron ancestor had obtained such a powerful technique, and he also understood Wang Tengfei. Why did you come to Paoshanzong
"If I can get..." Meng Hao's desire to become stronger suddenly became stronger.
"It's a pity that even the old man has never read this condensing scroll, let alone outsiders. This scripture has no inheritance, only in the memory of the ancestors." He Luohua said lightly, Meng Hao was silent, and Chen Fan seemed to have something. Wu, Xu Qing raised his head and glanced at the statue of Patriarch Kaoshan.
The whole hall suddenly became quiet.
"For four hundred years, the outside world has mostly speculated that the ancestor is dead, but only a few people know that the ancestor... did not sit at all." He Luohua's voice suddenly came out, and the voice fell into the ears of the three of Meng Hao and immediately melted. There was a thunderous roar.
"Four hundred years ago, the ancestor's cultivation had reached the end of Yuan Ying's late stage of great perfection, but Shou Yuan was already somewhat insufficient. He wanted to attack the Spirit Slashing realm. Since ancient times, there has been a legend of Spirit Slashing. spirit!
The ancestor chose to retreat, cutting off his own spiritual body and cutting out his own new life. This retreat... is four hundred years.
Four hundred years ago, the ancestor left his fate during the retreat. Every 100 years, he gave out ten Zhanyu, which was collected by his elders' painstaking efforts, and the leader of the contemporary inner sect walked into his retreat with Zhanyu, and burned Qi by Zhanyu The power of blood, to perceive his will scattered in a retreat, if there is good fortune, if there is a chance, you can get... the Supreme Spiritual Sutra! He Luohua's voice echoed every word, causing Meng Hao to immediately raise his head, as did Chen Fan and Xu Qing.
"Success is success, failure is failure. If this is the case, there must be a disciple who can succeed. But two hundred years ago, the ancestor had an accident in his practice, and his fate would be shattered. When he died, he would fall at any time, causing him to retreat. Those insights were weak, the prohibition was strengthened, and Zhanyu was not sent out again, until five years ago... the ancestors gave out three Zhanyu.
The three jade cuts represent that only three people can step into it, and it also represents that in the ancestor's retreat, there are only three places that can be felt among the many restrictions. "He Luohua's voice echoed in the hall, and with a flick of the big sleeve of his right hand, three rays of blood went straight to the three men of Meng Hao, floating in front of them in an instant.
It is a blood crystal, radiant as jade, and its name is Zhanyu.
"The three of you are the only inner disciples today. These three jade swords are bestowed on you. Whether you can comprehend the Tai Ling Sutra or not depends on your three man-made ones." He Luohua finished speaking, shaking his sleeves, and immediately backing to the old man. The statue of the ancestor suddenly roared, especially the eyes of the eyes were radiant, and a whirlpool was condensed in the void.
"Step inside, feel good fortune!" He Luohua's voice was thunderous, and in a reverberating moment, the three figures of Meng Hao, Chen Fan, and Xu Qing turned into Changhong, holding Zhan Yu, and went straight to the whirlpool, disappearing in an instant. Inside, the whirlpool is still there, but if outsiders don't cut the jade, even the cultivator Nascent Soul can't get in.
"I don't know if the three of them can get the Supreme Spiritual Sutra, or... or get nothing." Elder Ouyang looked up at the whirlpool, and said softly.
"Personal good luck, thinking too much." He Luohua sat cross-legged and sat aside.
Here Meng Hao, at the moment he stepped into the whirlpool, there was a dazzling glow in front of his eyes, which made his eyes unable to open, but could only be closed, his ears roared and whirled, and there were waves of strange roars spreading all over the surroundings. For many years, he felt his body shook suddenly, the roar disappeared, and the roar became silence. He immediately opened his eyes and noticed that he was standing on an altar measuring several meters in size. When he raised his head, he looked around.
This is a very large area, the upper part is pitch black like mud, a little bit of crystal light scattered, like a starry sky, making the surrounding look a little hazy, not very clear, such as separated by a layer of gauze, only one place can be seen in the mist. Lofts abound.
"It's very desolate, after all, no one has come here for hundreds of years." Chen Fan's voice came from not far away, his body appeared in the fog, and it was faintly visible that where he came, there was also an altar the size of several meters. .
"The above is the forbidden soil. This should be the underground palace of the Zongmen." Xu Qing walked from another direction, wearing a silver coat, which made her look wonderful.
"I started early and used to be the main hall guardian. I know some secrets that you don't know. This is indeed the patronage palace, and above us is the outer sect area." Chen Fan looked around and spoke gently.
Meng Hao walked out of the altar and stood beside Chen Fan and Xu Qing. Looking at the gray attic around him, he could see that there were many dry flowers and plants around, and it was desolate and silent.
"These mists are forbidden, making everything look black and white, with no other colors." Meng Hao frowned and said.
"That's right, don't try to touch them. These restrictions are out of control with the weakness of the ancestors. The three of us each hold jade and look for the three places of insight." Chen Fan said solemnly.
"I don't know how long it will take to realize the time. We have to wait for each other before we can go out together. Junior Sister Xu and Junior Sister Meng, I wish you success for the brothers." Chen Fan looked at Meng Hao and Xu Qing, and then sent his spiritual energy into Zhanyu. Inside, suddenly his Zhanyu scattered the bleeding light and flew forward, Chen Fan stepped to follow, and gradually walked away.
Xu Qing nodded to Meng Hao, and followed the blood of Zhanyu, and walked in another direction.
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