Chapter 1249 Grand Meeting
On this day, thousands of disciples from Xiao Nangong gathered in the Stone Statue Square.
For Xiao Nangong, this is a grand day, related to Xiao Nangong's future destiny.
Nangong Huan personally hosted this grand event.
In Nangong Huan's heart, the Chosen One had been settled three years ago. However, before seeing Ling Shi, he also wanted to see how the Chosen One conquered everyone.
Nangong Huan had no doubts about Feng Nu, ever.
Because of this, he was a little worried, worried that Ling Shi would not be able to pull out the Black Demon Sword. Although he has never tried it, he also knows that even in the Golden Core realm, he cannot make the Black Demon Sword move at all.
Therefore, in addition to some worries, Nangong Huan was also curious about how the Black Demon Sword would recognize Ling Shi as its master.
After burning incense and worshiping, Nangong Huan turned to face the disciples and spoke loudly.
"Thirteen years ago, Xiao Nangong was attacked by the Demon Sect. Fortunately, Senior Feng Nu appeared to help, and Xiao Nangong was saved."
Many disciples have personally experienced that disaster. Looking back on the scene at that time, they are still scared. However, this is the first time these people have heard the name of Feng Nu mentioned by the sect master. After all, Feng Nu only knew about Feng Nu at that time. Nangong Huan's voice transmission.
"Senior Feng Nu saved Xiao Nangong and set up this barrier for us to keep Xiao Nangong peaceful for thirteen years, but..."
Nangong Huan changed the topic: "Senior Feng Nu once said that this barrier will gradually weaken as time goes by, and in the end, it will be unable to prevent the invasion of powerful people... Over the years, Xiao Nangong's strength has improved, but If we lose the protection of the barrier, we will still have no power to resist in front of the strong."
All the disciples were a little worried. Nangong Huan raised his hand. After calmness was restored, he continued: "Don't panic too much. Senior Feng Nu has already made arrangements for today's grand gathering."
"In the Western Spiritual Realm, there are Lingmen in the east and Demonic Gates in the west. The north and south regions are the hunting grounds of the Spiritual Gates and Demonic Gates. The Spiritual Demonic Palace controls the general trend of the Western Spiritual Realm and restricts the Spiritual Gates and Demonic Gates, but it has no influence on the Spiritual Gates. He does not interfere in the fight with the demon sect. Therefore, if you want to survive in such a world, you can only continuously improve your strength. Only with enough strength can you win the respect of others."
Over the years, Nangong Huan is no longer the frog in the well he was before, and has consciously explored the world and gained a lot of information.
Of course, he knows more than he lets on.
The Demon Sect massacres the living beings, and the Ling Sect is not much better. However, the Demon Sect shows its ferocity, and every city captured by it will inevitably flow into rivers of blood. However, the Ling Sect prides itself on being righteous and takes the eradication of the Demon Sect monks as its own duty. , secretly, they show no mercy to those who are disobedient, but no matter what, the Demon Sect and the Spirit Sect are all trying to occupy more territory, absorb more resources, exploit and enslave ordinary people.
Except for him, this was the first time for others to hear this information, and for a while, everyone was talking about it.
Nangong Huan was not in a hurry and looked at the disciples quietly.
After a long time, he continued to speak.
"Today, this grand event is to select the Chosen Son of Xiao Nangong. You can all participate. Have you seen that sword? That is the Black Demon Sword. Who is the Chosen Son? The method is very simple. Who can pull out the Black Demon Sword, whoever you choose will be the chosen one. After that, you can go to the Spiritual Demon Palace and get the guidance of Senior Feng Nu, and you will be able to step into the ranks of the strong just around the corner."
Nangong Huan glanced at Ling Shi who was standing in the distance, and then looked at the elders and six core disciples standing at the front. He sighed slightly in his heart. These people were all very powerful, but the Chosen Son was in the third place. It was determined years ago that their fiery hearts would eventually be extinguished by the cruel reality.
Nangong Huan only persuaded a few elders, and Nangong Ruowu, who seemed to agree with Ling Shi's suggestion, they would not join in the fun. Nangong Huan didn't say much to the six core disciples, letting them suffer this blow might be of some use to their future practice. Ordinary disciples are naturally not included in the election. Even among the elite disciples, there are only about a hundred candidates, who were selected through competition within the sect a few days ago.
Nangong Huan didn't say much about the Chosen Son, nor did he emphasize that it was related to the realm of cultivation. Therefore, all the disciples were eager to give it a try. Even if they were not strong enough, they were still looking forward to the pie in the sky.
Nangong Huan said some more words, and then walked to his seat to witness the birth of the Chosen Son with his daughter and several elders.
The rest of the matter will be presided over by Tang Wuyao.
There are also benefits depending on the level of cultivation. At least, they can give it priority to try. Once the Black Demon Sword is pulled out, it means that the Chosen One has settled down, and the people behind will naturally lose this opportunity.
Even if they don't want to be the first, the disciples don't want to be ranked last, but in this cultivation world where strength is respected, the stronger the strength, the greater the convenience, and they don't dare to say anything.
Under the auspices of Tang Wuyao, the first person to leap onto the boulder was an elder at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm.
In Xiao Nangong, except for the sect leader Nangong Huan who has entered the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm, among the many elders, only three are in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm. Among the core disciples, even Chen Guang is still half a step behind.
The elder maximized the magic power in his body, shouted loudly, and tightened his hands holding the hilt of the sword... In the eyes of everyone, the Black Demon Sword did not move at all.
The elder was quite straightforward and gave up after only one try, and retreated with a little sadness. He actually felt a little regretful in his heart. If he had known this, he might as well have listened to the advice of the sect leader and not made such a fool of himself.
Naturally, he was not the only one who made a fool of himself.
None of the elders could shake the Black Demon Sword, let alone pull it out.
After Luo Shen, Chen Guang jumped onto the boulder.
According to the past, Nangong Ruowu would definitely cheer for her idol, but for some reason, her heart was surprisingly calm at this time. Even Nangong Huan felt a little strange when she saw it.
Even the three elders at the early stage of the Golden Core Realm were unable to pull out the Black Demon Sword, so naturally Chen Guang would not repeat their mistakes.
Obviously, this has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation! Is there any other approach that can be taken?
Chen Guang made up his mind, circulated his magic power, condensed it into his right palm, and slapped it on the boulder.
Many people understood his action.
This is not considered a violation. After all, it does not say that it cannot be done. For some things, just looking at the results, the process is obviously not that important.
However, what surprised everyone was that Chen Guang's full palm did not crack the boulder, but suffered backlash. The entire palm was immediately dripping with blood, which was shocking to people.
Chen Guang sighed. He knew that he was no longer destined to be the chosen one.
The five core disciples who followed were at their wits' end and almost all went through the motions symbolically, failing without exception.
At this moment, everyone is becoming more and more curious about who can become the Chosen One.
They figured it out, what kind of opportunity was this? It’s more like a collective embarrassing event!
Therefore, when it was the turn of the elite disciples to take the stage, there were not so many people rushing to try it first.
Gradually, the place became quiet.
Tang Wuyao spoke several times, but no one jumped onto the boulder.
Tang Wuyao didn't know what to do and looked at Nangong Huan.
Nangong Huan glanced at Ling Shi, who was hiding at the end, and cursed secretly in his heart.
As for acting, he didn't want his disciples to know that he had already seen through everything. If Ling Shi didn't take the initiative to stand up, he wouldn't "catch up".
"Senior Feng Nu will not talk nonsense, because this is related to the fate of our little Nangong, so the chosen son will definitely be born among you." He said lightly.
The hearts of all the disciples became active again.
However, after failing several times in a row, he gave up again, saying that he didn't want to make a fool of himself anymore.
Suddenly, the crowd parted, and a figure slowly walked towards them.
Nangong Huan immediately sat up straight and looked at the figure with interest.
Nangong Ruowu curled her lips.
Seeing that Ling Shi was also trying, the elders, core disciples, and elite disciples all had rich expressions, some were disdainful, some were sneering, but most of them were just watching the fun.
However, with every step Ling Shi took, his aura became stronger. By the time he reached the boulder, his aura was at full strength.
"How can it be?"
Everyone was suddenly surprised. This momentum was comparable to that of Chen Guang, the leader of the core disciples.
Isn’t he unable to practice?
When did a handyman disciple achieve such advanced cultivation?
Not to mention everyone's surprise, Ling Shi had already jumped onto the boulder.
if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate!
Ling Shi has a blood feud, so he naturally hopes to change his destiny. In this Xiao Nangong, he cannot soar to the sky. Only by becoming the chosen one and going to the Spirit Demon Palace can he control his destiny.
Of course, seeing so many disciples fail, he lost his self-confidence, but no matter what, he had to try. Even if he failed, it would be his own bad luck and no one else could blame him.
Tang Wuyao didn't come back to his senses for a long time. At this time, Ling Shi had already grasped the Black Demon Sword.
Nangong Ruowu snorted coldly: "Let's see how you make a fool of yourself!"
Nangong Huan turned to look at her and said softly: "Maybe he can open our eyes."
Nangong Ruowu was stunned for a moment, wondering why his father was so optimistic about Ling Shi.
Nangong Huan almost let it slip, he didn't dare to say more, and turned his gaze forward again.
In a daze, he saw the stone statue suddenly move. He was startled and quickly looked at it. At this sight, his heart suddenly jumped wildly. He immediately stood up and shouted: "All disciples, retreat!"
Everyone was shocked and confused, but still retreated according to the instructions of the sect master.
At this moment, the stone statue cracked with a "bang", and a dazzling light rushed out, and then hit Ling Shi at an extremely fast speed, as if a thunder struck down on Ling Shi.
Rocks were flying, and there was a panic on the field. Many disciples had no time to dodge and were hit by the gravel and vomited blood on the spot.
The stone statue has collapsed, but the boulder is intact. Looking at the Lingshi on the boulder, he still maintains the posture of holding the sword before, but his whole body was hit by the previous ray of light, and it was as still as a piece of burnt wood. Do you know if you are still alive?
In an attic in the distance, Nangong Ruodie's lips trembled, very worried.
Behind her, Dong'er, who was carrying a child on her back, was also frightened.
Dong'er's cultivation level was not as good as Nangong Ruodie's, but the previous movement was too loud, and she also realized that something had happened to Ling Shi.
"Miss, is Little Shitou okay?"
Nangong Ruodie shook her head, staring closely at the charcoal-like Lingshi above the boulder.
"Dad!" Nangong Ruowu screamed.
She hated Ling Shi, but she didn't want him to die like this.
"Let's see again." Nangong Huan said. In fact, he was excited inside. Unexpectedly, Feng Nu had already arranged everything.
Nangong Huan could feel that Ling Shi was still alive. Not only was he alive, his cultivation seemed to be slowly improving...
The field was in a mess, but everyone's eyes fell on Ling Shi.
There is only one explanation for such a change, and that is that the chosen one has already achieved results.
When everyone felt that Ling Shi was still alive, they all came up with this idea.
Ling Shi did not disappoint them. He only heard a joyous cry, and the charcoal on his body fell one after another and turned into black mist.
The black mist cleared, and Ling Shi's figure appeared again.
At this time, he was holding the Black Demon Sword high, like a warrior returning in triumph.
At this moment, the Chosen Son is officially born!
