Under the mountain stream, in the abyss of thousands of feet, the waves of the pine forest were undulating in the fresh wind. Thousands of ordinary elders and disciples were silently paying attention to the middle position.
The acting headmaster, the peak masters of each peak, and the ten most respected elders had yin and yang energy flowing around them, and their true energy was like a long river, protecting the broken monument.
Under the broken monument, Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged, and the traces of ancient, vicissitudes, and mixed aura slowly converged, gradually turning into the purest and most primitive fierce aura.
After another half an hour, he finally opened his eyes. His eyes were a little blurry, but his momentum was very fierce.
"Master nephew, how are you?"
Song Tianxing asked impatiently, his body trembling slightly because of nervousness.
The other peak masters and elders were also watching closely.
Xin Zhuo looked at the crowd and seemed to be still immersed in some strange state. After a while, he hoarsely said: "The secret technique of the Middle Ages!"
"really!"
Song Tianxing and all the peak masters, including master Liu Qingfeng, all had expressions of understanding and a bit of shock.
Song Tianxing reacted immediately, waved his hand and cast out a phantom of a hundred feet, covering the broken monument, and said coldly to the surroundings: "True disciples, please retreat!"
It involves the secret technique of killing in ancient times, which may affect the rise and fall of a sect. The inner disciples are not the core disciples, and they will eventually leave the army, so naturally they cannot listen to it.
The thousands of inner disciples who were watching from a distance did not dare to disobey, so they had no choice but to flee far away with regrets. Only a few hundred true disciples and elders were left in the place.
Song Tianxing looked at Liu Qingfeng, Yu Zhuji, Li Hanzhu, Zhu Qing and others, and said seriously: "Xin Zhuo should be the tenth candidate for the next headmaster of Xuantian Sword Sect. Select a day to repair the palace and lead to the main line. , enjoy endless resources!”
At this moment, no one had any objections and nodded. In the past few days, Xin Zhuo has proved his amazing talent and evil methods. Even the most picky people cannot deny his ability!
Master's wife, Elder Ma Feng, Senior Brother Nangong Wentian and others couldn't help but jump for joy.
Liu Qingfeng also kept stroking his beard, Lao Huai was pleased.
At this time, Yu Zhuji suddenly said seriously: "Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Liu, these secret techniques should belong to the sect, right?"
Song Tianxing and others nodded.
Liu Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, blinked at Xin Zhuo in an insignificant way, and finally nodded: "Okay!"
Since it is a broken monument left by the master, and it contains ancient secret techniques and other heaven-defying magical powers, naturally the disciples cannot keep it privately, as it is not in line with the sect's precepts!
Yu Zhuji looked at Xin Zhuo with a smile: "Senior nephew, can you tell me..."
"Ten thousand years ago, the Holy Emperor Jinwu, a disciple of the Great Emperor of Yaochi, defeated the Great Immortal Lord of the Nine Heavens Mountain and Sea. Later, he celebrated his birthday and ordered the Holy Lords of all races to offer sacrifices. The Emperor of Yaochi's best friend at that time, the Qing Emperor Su Qing, came. With the ancient Taoist and military strategists, Learn to create the secret blessing of Liujia, a nine-character secret technique, and give it to Jinwu. This is one of the secret techniques left by the seventh-generation disciple of the Golden Crow Holy Emperor before his death..."
Xin Zhuo told it word for word. He was not going to hide everything. This was what was recorded in the "Dou Zi Jue". It sounded like a myth and felt... too involved.
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Tianxing, Yu Zhuji, and Master Liu Qingfeng froze on the spot, their faces turned pale, and their bodies were shaking violently. It was hard to tell whether it was surprise or fear.
Hundreds of elders and true disciples from all directions were in a state of confusion.
A sect that has never seen even a master in the Holy Realm suddenly hears the secret techniques left by the emperors in the Middle Ages. This is like a dimensionality reduction blow, making people's heads confused!
Zhao Yizhu's hazy eyes in the crowd showed a strange look.
Standing in the 103rd Hall of Jianfeng, Xiao Huang, who was bored, suddenly raised his ears, ran out of the hall, and looked around, with a pair of dog eyes showing human doubts.
There was silence in the pine forest for a long time before Song Tianxing said in a trembling voice: "Master nephew, how about you show me something?"
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment, then suddenly he flashed into the air, quickly formed a strange seal with his hands, and then gave a gentle push——
A huge ripple appeared inadvertently, and instantly turned into a wind wave with a radius of a hundred feet. Five aurora flashed, and turned into five strange weapons, like five claws composed of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, which instantly struck and strangled.
"boom!"
A deafening roar seemed to tear the air apart, and a ripple crack hundreds of feet long appeared.
"Buzz——"
The majestic and terrifying air waves rolled endlessly.
The ultimate killing!
The decisive killing is fierce!
The ingenuity of supernatural powers!
It can be called a miraculous craftsmanship!
There was dead silence.
The peak masters, elders, and true disciples were all shocked by this strange secret technique that was completely different from the methods of Xuantian Sword Sect.
Xin Zhuo is still only the third level of Yangshi, and has just broken through. If he uses this technique, he will be... invincible in the same realm!
Song Tianxing's face flushed, he rubbed his hands, and then glanced around with cold eyes, and then solemnly said to Xin Zhuo: "Martial nephew, please leave this technique to the sect as soon as possible!"
Xin Zhuo chuckled and said: "Of course! But there is one condition!"
Song Tianxing and the other peak masters looked at each other and said, "Speak!"
Xin Zhuo said word by word: "I want to take a look at the headmaster's throne right away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everything became silent again.
"This matter..."
Yu Zhuji, Li Hanzhu and others looked at each other and their expressions turned a bit ugly. This was completely against the rules.
Liu Qingfeng smiled and said: "It should be so! Everyone has seen Xin Zhuo's methods and understanding in the past few days, and he also has the merit of enlightening this secret technique. In addition, I have made great contributions to the sect during the six thousand years I have been standing at Jian Peak. Song Senior brother, if you don’t agree to come down, junior brother will not comply!”
Song Tianxing hesitated: "Senior Brother Daozhen has not returned yet, so this matter..."
"It's just a throne, what's the harm in taking a look? If Xin Zhuo is so talented, if he is not angry and goes out without returning, just like the leader who chose Ling Gucheng, I'm afraid it will be a loss for the sect!"
The elders Chu Siniang, Ma Feng, Sang Tu and others who were standing at Jianfeng shouted in a deep voice.
Song Tianxing was silent for a moment again, but in the end he could not resist the attraction of the secret technique. He gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! I agree! Master Nephew Xin, please come to Xuantian Hall to teach your skills!"
"No, just stay here!"
Xin Zhuo turned around, used his finger as a knife, and carved thousands of words of the secret technique with his twisted teeth and bitter incomprehensible words on the broken tablet.
When he carved the first word, the expressions of Song Tianxing and others changed again, and they immediately shouted away all the true disciples.
When Xin Zhuo's last word was carved, the entire broken monument glowed with a mysterious color due to a secret technique.
A group of peak masters and elders immediately used Lingtai realm methods to move thousands of boulders, and with a "rumbling" sound, they surrounded the broken monument.
…
"boom……"
The cold rain suddenly fell, slapping densely on the white jade green patterned floor in front of the Xuantian Temple gate. The ten true disciples stood straight and their eyes were like torches. They were originally the most ruthless guarding disciples of Xuantian Peak, but when a figure appeared , became a bit more respectful!
"Junior Brother Xin!"
Xin Zhuo's incredible methods these days have at least proven that he is enough to command respect from all his disciples.
Xin Zhuo nodded slightly and stepped into Xuantian Palace.
Xuantian Hall is divided into three halls: inner, middle and outer halls. The outer hall is where the headmaster and the peak masters and elders of each peak discuss matters, the middle hall is where the headmaster practices, and the inner hall is where the throne is!
At this moment, in front of the inner hall, ten strange elders with cold faces were holding long swords in their hands, standing around, staring at him coldly. One of them said: "Xin Zhuo, do you know that in the past six thousand years, apart from the headmaster himself, all the peaks and peaks have... The selection of Lord and Headmaster is number one, and you are the only one who makes an exception!"
Xin Zhuo paused and said, "So?"
The man said: "You only have ten breaths of time!"
"good!"
Xin Zhuo stepped into the inner hall in one step.
As soon as he entered, he finally understood why Song Tianxing and his group were fighting for this mere throne, mother-in-law and mother-in-law!
