Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 106 He's Asking Me?

"Take me into the Haotian School!"

Xiang Yun said lightly, as if unconsciously, the old man in front of him is such a terrifying existence, he has been sleeping for a long time, once he wakes up, if he wants to kill someone, who can escape?
silence!Deathly silence!
Lin Xuan and Elder Li were already so frightened that they lost their minds. They couldn't afford to provoke this old man, and neither could the Clear Sky School. An existence that is about to become ancient, if he got angry, the sky would collapse and the earth would collapse.

"it is good."

A faint word, full of vicissitudes, with a sense of sadness, Lin Xuan felt it, and was inexplicably startled, the familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere before, Lin Xuan fell into deep thought.

Elder Li was stunned. The old man actually agreed to take this woman up the mountain. Why?Who is this woman?She was able to make this mountain guard wake up for her.

"It's been ten thousand years..."

With a sigh, the old man walked towards the stone steps of the door step by step, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, and with a desolate breath, Lin Xuan was startled and thought of a place.

Seal the sky and bury the ground!

The land of the Eastern Plains, wild tribes, in the lost forest, a cemetery where the ancient powerhouses are buried!

Involuntarily, Lin Xuan also followed the old man up the stone steps and entered the Haotian School together with Xiang Yun. Who are you?Is this asking Xiangyun?Still asking Lin Xuan?Lin Xuan was inexplicably suffocated.

"how is this possible?"

After Lin Xuan and the others left, Elder Li was stunned for a moment, his face was full of horror, he stared at the stone steps, and then walked up. Today, the Haotian School is about to change, because he woke up!

About an hour after he left, the bloodline stele on the right side of Yili Platform Mountain trembled for a moment, a black light emerged, and then turned into flying ash little by little, dissipating into the sky, as if it had never existed.

Going up along the stone steps of the portal is a main hall, above which there is a plaque, Hall of Appreciation!
There were already quite a few people inside. At a glance, there were nearly a hundred people, including Gongsun Yu, Xiong Hao, Yuan Feng and others, but they didn't cry Zen. All of them were kneeling on the ground respectfully.

On the main hall, there are seven people standing indifferently, like seven pillars holding up the sky, full of majesty. Inside the Haotian School, there are seven main halls, and the seven main hall masters are the seven people in front of them, all of whom are full of hearts. The strong man in the middle of the world glanced slightly, as if there were thousands of mountains pressing down, no one could look at each other.

"Once in ten years, the gate of Haotian Mountain is opened. It is the time when my Haotian School accepts disciples. You have the opportunity and talent to come here. I believe your elders have mentioned to you that the Haotian School has seven In the main hall, you should have already thought about your choices after entering the Hall of Appreciation."

"Seven Great Halls, you can choose whatever you want!"

The seven halls of Haotianzong correspond to the Big Dipper, Yishu, Ertianxuan, Tianji, Sitianquan, Wuyuheng, Liukaiyang, and Qiyaoguang. These are the seven halls. The Tianshu Hall is the strongest, followed by the weakest Fluctlight. For balance, each hall accepts a maximum of ten people. This rule is actually set for the Tianshu Hall.

"Now, you can make a choice and make up your own mind. Don't listen to rumors from the outside world. Every temple has its own Taoism. It's not that the Hall of Light is ranked last, and the Hall of Light is useless."

The last sentence was said by a middle-aged layman with a fat belly, his face is not very good-looking, he is the master of the Hall of Light, the Hall of Light is well-known, the weakest hall of the Haotian School, let him explain it, this is the truth, There are very few people who visit the Yaoguang Hall every year, and they are almost expelled from the Seventh Hall.

This time, less than 100 people were selected, and I am afraid that no one is willing to join the Yaoguang Temple. He was naturally upset, and looked at the other hall masters with a fierce look in his eyes, while the other shop owners just shook their heads.

"Fu Shan, they will decide how to choose. Whatever you say, facts are facts and cannot be changed."

"The Yaoguang Palace has fallen. Even if you have the intention to revive it, you are still powerless to bring it back to heaven by yourself."

"Nonsense, you old rotten scholars, just wait for me, next time the Seven Palaces meet, I, Yaoguang Palace, will definitely win the first place!"

"Ha ha!"

Several hall masters smiled lightly, taking it as a joke and not taking it seriously. The decline of the Yaoguang Hall is doomed, and everyone knows how to rise without the addition of fresh blood.

Under the main hall, more than 80 people looked terrified, and they all understood that the Yaoguang Hall is the weakest hall, and they must not join it. If they enter there, it will really be over, and they will not be able to climb up.

"Okay, you can choose, which hall you want to join, you will stand under the head of the hall, you..."

The person who spoke was the master of the Tianshu Hall, the head of the Seven Great Halls, but in the middle of the speech, he suddenly stopped, looked outside the hall, and his face changed, he was shocked and unbelievable...

An old man, haggard, with tattered clothes, covered with dust, with an ancient atmosphere, a faint sense of vicissitudes, and a sense of chaos in his eyes, just looking at it, there is a feeling of self-ashamedness, They are like ants, unable to hold their heads up in front of this old man.

"It's him!"

"He's awake!"

The masters of the Seven Great Halls trembled all over, stepped down from their seats, walked up to the old man, and bowed in unison.

"The masters of the seven halls of the Haotian School, pay respects to the seniors!" They looked respectful, not daring to be negligent, the seven super strong men still trembled uneasy like a mouse meeting a cat in front of the old man.

"Accept them as disciples!"

The old man said lightly, his eyes were filled with nothingness, the seven of them were startled, and looked at the two people behind the old man, Lin Xuan and Xiang Yun.

"Greetings, seniors!"

Lin Xuan bowed politely, but Xiang Yun didn't realize it, and glanced at the seven people lightly, as if they were just seven ordinary people in front of them, not the masters of the Seven Great Halls of the Haotian School.

"Row!"

They naturally dare not disobey the old man's words, even if they are asked to disband the Clear Sky School, they probably would not dare disobey, even the ancestors would not dare to provoke a strong man who has transformed into ancient times.

He has lived for too long, the long years, the ancient times, and for some reason, he has been sitting in front of Haotian Mountain. They never thought that he would wake up one day.

The old man nodded, looked at Xiangyun, his body trembled slightly, as if recalling a long memory, then looked at Lin Xuan, paused, Lin Xuan's expression was slightly concentrated, intersecting with the old man's eyes.

Ancient, vicissitudes, and desolation, Lin Xuan's expression was suffocated. In the burial ground, an empty tomb, is this the person in front of him?
There are countless ancient strong men, but only one person. He resurrected from the tomb and walked out of the Fengtian Burial Ground. Who is that person?

Lin Xuan had two suspects. The first one was the person sitting withered on the felt in the Fengtian Temple, and the other was the person in front of him. He was a taboo-like existence who had lived for endless years.

"who are you?"

The old man asked, actually looking at Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan was startled, his eyes froze, the old man was asking him?

　The time is too short, this chapter is in a hurry, but fortunately it is before twelve o'clock, which is considered the third watch.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)