Ancient Martial God

Ling Yuji's aura became stronger and stronger, her long hair flew up wildly, her clothes surged, and a ray of silver light actually fell from the sky and poured into her body.

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"She actually triggered the Tianluo Starlight..." Not only Elder Bingyu and others were shocked, but even Huang Yihong was shocked.

After Huang Yihong came to his senses, he couldn't help but express ecstasy. Tianluo was expected to rise. The starlight of Tianluo aroused, indicating that Lingyuji's talent had exceeded the expectations of the elder Taishang.

You must know that after the two ancestors of Tianluo Sect had completed the Tianluo Wanfa, it took at least more than a year to activate the Tianluo Starlight.

How long did Ling Yuji use it?

In less than two months, she has already attracted the Heavenly Luo Starlight, which shows that her potential is still higher than that of the two ancestors who have cultivated the Heavenly Luo Ten Thousand Dharma.

Boom!

A figure suddenly fell from the sky, and the majestic majesty covered the surroundings. Everyone felt the terrifying pressure emanating from this figure.

Elder Bingyu and others froze instantly.

Compared to Elder Bingyu and others, although those disciples felt pressure, at most they just felt pressure. They couldn't feel the specific pressure because the gap was too big.

Only Elder Bingyu and others can clearly feel how terrifying this pressure is.

"See Yang Mingzuo." The deacon of Nangong Wudian quickly saluted the visitor.

"Get up." Yang Mingzuo raised his hand and stopped breathing.

The pressure disappeared, and Elder Bingyu and others discovered that their backs had been soaked with cold sweat at some point.

"I've met Yang Mingzuo!" Elder Bingyu and others quickly bowed their hands and saluted, not daring to neglect.

Each of the three deputy envoys of Nangong Wudian is superior to the elders. Even the heads of the five major sects must show courtesy to these three deputy envoys.

"Are you from Tianluo Sect?" Yang Mingzuo looked at Lingyu Ji.

"Yes, Yu Ji is the chief disciple of Tianluo Sect." Ling Yuji responded.

"You are capable enough to be the chief disciple. Let me ask you, would you like to practice with me in Nangong Martial Palace?" Yang Mingzuo said.

The words caused a stir, and the disciples who were fighting in various battle zones stopped one after another. Even Mo Wu and others sitting on the viewing platform looked at Lingyu Ji with strange and jealous eyes.

As the top descendants of the five major sects, there is no suspense for Mo Wu and others to become official members of Nangong Martial Hall, and they are even expected to become outstanding members in the future.

However, it is difficult to become a top member. It depends on opportunity.

The best opportunity is to be spotted by the senior officials of Nangong Martial Palace, such as by someone like the Archdeacon, so that you can hope to get better resources.

As a result, Ling Yuji was attracted by Yang Mingzuo.

There are only three deputy envoys in Nangong Wudian, and each of them has a higher status than the elders. If they can be favored by them, it will be a step to the sky.

"Yu Ji is willing to practice with Master Zuo Shi." Ling Yu Ji quickly replied.

"Okay, you come to my residence tomorrow, and I will arrange for you to practice." Yang Mingzuo nodded with satisfaction and disappeared from the place after speaking.

Huang Yihong's face suddenly glowed red. If Lingyuji could cling to the high branch of Yang Mingzuo, Tianluo Sect would definitely be more prosperous in the future.

As the leader of the team this time, he will also add a lot of achievements.

At this time, Ling Yuji turned her eyes to Xiao Yu, "You want to avenge your stupid brother, right? You are indeed a family, and you are all so stupid. However, you should be proud that you can die in my hands. After all, the people who can be killed by me in the future will all be genius-level martial arts cultivators. Although you are not counted, you have gained some light at least."

After saying that, Ling Yuji pointed at the center of Xiao Yu's eyebrows.

…

In the Void Realm Celestial Bell area.

Xiao Yun's whole body was blooming with a powerful sword intention, and he was fighting with nine virtual sword cultivators. The fine iron sword was covered with dense cracks and could explode at any time.

Phew…

The sword intent swept past, and the nine virtual sword cultivators retreated one after another, and released their power to dissolve the indestructible sword intent.

"Always a little bit worse."

Xiao Yun consumed a lot of power and was still unable to kill the nine Hollow Sword Cultivators.

If you can't kill them after a while, you will fail. Once you fail, you will lose the qualification to step into the Nangong Martial Palace.

The deadline for recovering the Martial Spirit Seed is approaching. Once it exceeds three months, it will no longer be possible to recover the Martial Spirit Seed.

Suddenly, Xiao Yun saw nine virtual swordsmen who were able to practice.

Xiao Yun had not noticed it before, but now he discovered that although the nine virtual sword cultivators had different shots, they were actually the same.

At that moment, Xiao Yun suddenly realized.

The sword veins, sword bones and sword souls are three completely different things. How could they be completely fused together? The integration of the three is not a superficial fusion, but a unique fusion.

They are all transformed by themselves.

Whether it is the sword veins, sword bones, or sword souls, they are all formed from one's own body.

Xiao Yun suddenly came to a realization, and the sword that killed the horse glowed with unprecedented sharpness.

…

The road between life and death.

A black-haired old man wearing a black gold military robe and elegant movements slowly appeared. He couldn't help but glance at the white-haired old man and said, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for three years. You are older than ever."

The white-haired old man still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't want to pay attention.

"Times have changed, so you still want to stick to the tradition? Except for you, the Southern Courtyard is almost extinct, so why are you so stubborn? Nowadays, the Nangong Martial Palace is no longer divided into the North and South Houses."

"Senior brother, as long as you nod, I will immediately open a branch hall for you, let you reopen the lintel, and recruit new disciples. At the worst, how about I name you the South Branch Hall?" said the old man in black gold martial robes.

The white-haired old man remained motionless like a dead tree.

The smile of the old man in the black gold martial robe disappeared, and he stared at the white-haired old man with cold eyes, "Senior brother, as the master of the Nangong Martial Palace, I have made concessions to you again and again, but you have never done anything. Move, what do you want from me?"

"As long as I don't die, South Campus will still be there." The white-haired old man said with his eyes still closed.

"Brother, you are too stubborn. Why can't your South Campus be like this? Can't you see? Stick to this road of life and death and use this as the standard for accepting disciples? Who can pass the road of life and death? Who can knock the bell? Heavenly bell? In the past thousand years, there have only been three people who have rang the heavenly bell in our Nangong Martial Hall."

The old man in black gold martial robe said solemnly: "Senior brother, times have changed. Now is not the past. You should recognize the facts now."

"We have different paths and we don't want to conspire against each other." The white-haired old man opened his eyes and said calmly.

"Senior brother, I advise you to stop having your whims. No one has rang the sky bell in the past twenty years, and there will never be that kind of disciple again." The old man in black gold martial robe shook his head and said.

Boom!

A loud noise suddenly came, as if a bell was being struck at dusk and morning. The sound not only reached the ears, but also penetrated directly into people's hearts, making their hearts tremble.

"The heavenly bell is ringing..." The old man in black gold martial robe was stunned.

"It finally rang." The white-haired old man's dim eyes were suddenly filled with surprise.

Boom!

The loud noise sounded again.

"Two sounds..."

The old man in the black gold martial robe was stunned, and the white-haired old man also showed a look of surprise. Obviously, they did not expect that the sky bell would ring for the second time.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

One after another, it rang ten times.

"Ten rings..." The white-haired old man looked shocked.

"Since its existence, there have never been ten rings..." The old man in black gold martial robe took a deep breath, his expression full of disbelief.

call out!

The white-haired old man turned into white light and rose through the sky.

Seeing this, the old man in black gold martial robes' expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but turn into black light and follow him.