Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1969

The night in the ice field was extremely short, and in the early morning of the next day, Mo Xian and his party immediately set off for the Northern Wilderness Hall.

In fact, there is still a considerable distance from the Beihuang Temple here, and they need to go through a small teleportation array to reach the Beihuang Temple.

Along the way, they could detect powerful breaths roaring past from a distance, and they should be taking strict precautions.

After several hours, the group of people finally came to a rather large outpost of the Northern Wilderness Hall. They had to transit through here to reach the Northern Wilderness Hall. Otherwise, if they were on their way, they would not know how long it would take.

Han Ling'er was already quite familiar here, greeted everyone casually, and soon brought Mo Xian and others to the transfer formation in the center of the outpost.

It is said to be a small teleportation array, but the number of people that can be teleported at one time is also very strange, and the energy consumed is naturally extremely huge, and the general sect may not be able to bear it.

The people in this outpost are quite young, and the oldest is probably no more than 40 years old. Such an age is nothing to a cultivator.

But Mo Xian could sense that there was a rather powerful aura hidden in this outpost, and he might have the right to a strong man like Jidao to sit in command.

They didn't stay here any longer, and Mo Xian and his group went straight into the teleportation array.

Accompanied by a strong light, their figures completely disappeared.

After a while, Mo Xian only felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and a huge iceberg with an incomparable size appeared.

He roughly estimated that the scale of this mountain might not be smaller than the entire Absolute Beginning Domain.

On this mountain peak, there are all kinds of pavilions, towers and pavilions. At the peak, there seems to be a huge hall, emitting auspicious light.

And around this iceberg, there are countless smaller icebergs spreading out, each of which has a large number of magnificent buildings.

This is where the Northern Wilderness Hall is located, and every detail reveals a simple and mysterious atmosphere.

I am afraid that only sects that have been passed down for thousands of years can have this unique atmosphere.

The scene in front of him completely refreshed Mo Xian's understanding of the word majestic, and he couldn't find any words to describe Beihuang Temple.

When he was in Mojia Village before, he thought that the City of Absolute Beginning was majestic enough, but after he arrived at the Wuji Sect, he realized that the City of Absolute Beginning was nothing.

At this time, after arriving at the Northern Wilderness Hall, he realized that the Wuji Sect was nothing.

In the past, he had also seen some ancient ruins, from which he could also get a glimpse of the magnificence of those sect forces in the long time ago.

But after seeing Beihuang Palace at this time, he really realized that his previous self was still too narrow.

This huge Northern Wilderness Hall is simply an ancient miracle.

"Look stupid, bumpkin!" Han Ling'er sneered at Mo Xian's reaction.

"Uh, it seems that I am indeed a bumpkin." Mo Xian shook his head mockingly, trying to suppress the astonishment in his heart.

In fact, this is not his fault. No matter who it is, as long as it is the first time to come to this place, it may be shocked.

"It's all your fault, I have to go to Bingjiling to report." Han Ling'er gave Mo Xian a hard look, and then walked to another teleportation array.

The Northern Wilderness Hall is too large, even the interior sometimes needs to use the teleportation array.

At this time, there are dozens of teleportation arrays in the place where they are, and occasionally figures will appear or disappear from them.

The Northern Wilderness Hall is like a huge machine, and the consumption of operation is probably not a small amount.

Looking at Han Ling'er's exquisite back, Mo Xian shook his head helplessly. He was obviously the victim, but now it looks like Han Ling'er was dragged into the water by him.

After greeting Mo Xian, the others also left one after another, and only Wang Mang was left to arrange the next things for Yin Qiantong and Mo Xian.

"Hey, let's get to know each other again. I'm Wang Mang, and I'll be your senior brother from now on." Wang Mang scratched his head in embarrassment, cupped his hands at Mo Xian and continued: "I'm sorry about the previous thing."

"It's over, it's over, I'm just curious, are you really?" Mo Xian returned the courtesy.

"Uh, don't you know that a person's age is a secret?" Wang Mang said with twinkling eyes.

"I seem to have only heard that a woman's age is a secret, but aren't you a man?" Mo Xian was startled and asked suspiciously.

"It's not important, you just need to know that I'm actually very young, it's just that I look a little anxious." Wang Mang said with a strange expression, obviously not wanting to discuss this topic further.

"Okay, where are we going now?" Mo Xian shrugged and didn't ask any more questions.

"Go get the tokens that represent your identities first. You know, there will always be some troublesome procedures." Wang Mang said, and walked towards the huge mountain with Mo Xian.

"Is this the number one in the Ten Thousand Domains War this year? It seems very ordinary."

"You can't be judged by appearances. I heard that this guy ruined a good thing about Guitianmen before he came. Do you know what happened last night? It's because of this guy."

"So what, even if he is number one in the Wanyu War, he is just a new disciple here."

Mo Xian's appearance naturally also attracted the attention of those warriors who came and went. These warriors were of different ages and had great gaps in strength.

Around him, all kinds of discussions emerge in endlessly.

Mo Xian also noticed all kinds of gazes, including suspicion, envy, curiosity...

Of course, there are also provocations!
For these, Mo Xian naturally knew it well.

After coming here, his past has been cleared, which is equivalent to being a new disciple, and everything has to start from scratch.

Soon, Wang Mang brought Mo Xian and Wang Mang to a rather deserted place.

After entering, Mo Xian only saw three or two people sorting out the files on the bookshelf.

An old man with white beard and hair was sitting on a long table facing him, flipping through a thick ancient book.

"Hey, Senior Brother Wang, I brought someone here again!" Wang Mang stepped forward and smiled, apparently quite familiar with the other party.

"Senior brother?" Hearing this, Mo Xian was stunned for a moment, the old man looked at least over 100 years old, and it was too weird that he was a senior brother with Wang Mang.

In fact, this is very normal. People of all ages can practice slowly, and some people will even stay in a certain realm for dozens or even hundreds of years.

"Brat, can't you be more respectful, don't I want to lose face?" The old man raised his head, looked at Mo Xian and Yin Qiantong, and said, "You are Junior Brother Mo Xian and Junior Sister Yin Qiantong, right? I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Sorry for keeping senior brother waiting for so long." Mo Xian and Yin Qiantong said hastily, with strange expressions on their faces.

"Don't be surprised. Although I'm over 100 years old, my talent is dull and my strength is limited. I can only be an ordinary disciple." Senior Brother Wang sighed, looking a little lonely.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, this guy is an old fritter from our Beihuang Temple. He was also very talented when he was young, but he was lazy and lazy. He is old and still doesn't learn well. He deliberately found such a idle job to support him." Wang Mang immediately road.

"Stinky boy, are you so short-changed by senior brother? When I came out to mess around, you haven't come out of the mother's womb." Senior brother Wang immediately said a little annoyed.

(End of this chapter)