Chapter 60: Inheritance Tokens

Compared with other members surnamed Jing, the people of Jingmen are like residents in the shelter at the moment, and their food and clothing are not on the same level as others.

It's a pity that Jingmen was originally an eliminated person, a real genius, a real powerhouse, all hidden in the Jingzong Sect. And the people of Jingmen, whether it is their qualifications or the environment of cultivation, can only be regarded as average.

Jing Tian was very angry, no matter what the plan was, since he chose to abandon us, why should he take him in now?

In this way, it only adds to our discontent.

Jing Yang didn't know how to treat this kind of unfair treatment, but he couldn't break the rules that Jing Zong had passed down from generation to generation.

Jing Yang stood in the attic of the new Jingzong and looked out, the worries in his heart gradually disappeared, and his edge was finally about to be revealed!

He stood with his sleeves flicked and looked up into the deep sky.

"This time, I'm going to build a brand new ...... Jingmen!".

Jingzong's rules really have to be changed, but this matter is not urgent, no one can eat a fat man in one bite, everything must be done step by step.

"I can only wronged the third uncle first."

In late autumn, the morning breeze exudes a penetrating coolness, and a strong bell wakes up the teenagers who have fallen asleep.

It is the bell of the thorn, unless there is a special festival, or there is a big event, the bell is ringed.

What's the big deal about this?

The people in Jingmen couldn't help but be a little panicked, the bloody battle on the night of Jingmen's destruction had destroyed their will, and at this moment, some grass and trees were inevitably all soldiers.

All the people of Jingzong rushed to the altar. When Jing Zong was first established, today he will comfort his ancestors.

On both sides of the path, the ancient paulownia tree stood proudly, the frost did not fall on its leaves, it quietly vaporized into a cloud of white mist, and after a closer look, it was realized that on the ground at the bottom of the tree, those stones that seemed to be scattered at random were actually a formation that could maintain a constant temperature.

"No wonder, in such a cold weather, the ancient tung can still sprout."

Jing Tian sat in a wheelchair and leisurely observed the beautiful scenery on both sides of the trail. Although it has entered late autumn, because of the existence of this small formation, those flowers that should have withered still bloom, and those foreign grasses that should have withered have grown vigorously.

The beacon on the ancestral altar is burning at the moment, which also means that the sacrificial ceremony has officially begun.

Tens of thousands of people in Jingzong, regardless of men, women, old and young, were all standing around the ancestral altar at this moment. Belch...... , except for Jing Tian and other disabled people, they can sit down, and this kind of thing is not an insult to the ancestors.

Everyone looked at the altar and then bowed down in unison.

The high priest stood aside, silently recited the sacrificial words, and proclaimed the ancestral throne, and then stood up and motioned for everyone to get up, and declared:

"God bless Jingmen, so that Jingmen can be rebuilt, but the country can not be without a king for a day, and the family can not be without an owner for a day.

"Jing Yang is gifted and intelligent, and when the Qingyun Domain was invaded by external forces, he personally resisted the enemy, first killing Hou Tianyu, the younger brother of the Marquis of Tianwu, and then beheading the head of Wan Changsheng, the ancestor of Wanjing Zhai Temple, and finally entering Qingshui Town alone, annihilating all the enemies in the endless sea...... To sum up, Jing Yang has the ability to serve as the suzerain of Jing Sect."

After he finished reading it, he looked at the elders of the Jing Sect and the Supreme Elders who were all there with the old gods.

"Do you elders and elders have any objections?"

As for those ancestors at a higher level, they all live in seclusion in their own deep mountains and old forests, and if they have the heart, they will kneel down to worship their ancestors alone and not participate in these disputes.

"Jing Yang is young and resourceful, and he is the best candidate for the position of sect master," said one of the Tai Elders, his face was very pale and his hair was gray. But as soon as he opened his mouth, the matter was basically finalized, and he was the most senior in the field. In terms of generation, he can be regarded as Jingyang's great-grandfather, that is, Jingyang's grandfather's generation.

"Since everyone has no objection, then I hereby sue the ancestors and ask the ancestors to bless the eighteenth generation of the sect master, Jingyang."

"Then, please come forward and accept the inheritance token of the Jing Sect Master."

The high priest looked at Jing Yang and made a gesture, motioning for him to step forward and accept the inheritance of the suzerain's position.

Jingyang walked towards the burning Yanding, which is a furnace dedicated to the sacrifice of ancestors for generations, implying eternal immortality.

The beacon fire tripod is very high, about ten meters high, the mouth of the tripod is a square of five meters, the half of the tripod is clamped to the altar, the ears of the mouth of the tripod are red, and now it has been broken.

What Jingyang has to do is to enter the sea of fire in the Ding with bare feet and take out the inheritance token.

He was very calm, surrounded by four golden lotuses. After that battle of life and death, his Burning World Demon Lotus underwent a qualitative change, directly turning from a demonic purple to gold.

Wrapped in four golden lotuses, he went straight down, and raised his hand to spread the flames around him.

However, he underestimated the flames around him, and the endless flames suddenly rebounded, and they all gathered together as if they had spiritual intelligence, and rushed towards Jingyang.

Jing Yang frowned suddenly, he was in trouble, he didn't expect that there was a world in this ding, and there was a peerless magic array.

The surging flames are as powerful as a saint's pinnacle strike, and it grows stronger as you unleash your power.

"It's really not ordinary", Jing Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, and an astonishing thought appeared in his mind.

Since the attack can't be achieved, how about the absorption?

But this is a sacrificial tripod left by the ancestors, and it is indeed not a behemoth on the surface, but it is a large space inside, and even if you can absorb it, it will take too much time.

At first, it was quite smooth, after all, he cultivated the fire type exercises, and successfully cultivated the fire type attributes.

But with the passage of time, the surrounding flames are still not less, and Jingyang is not calm now, how big is the space here!

He had heard that the inheritance of the Sect Master of the Jing Sect was very difficult, and the Beacon Fire Ding could be regarded as a supreme magic weapon, and the fire inside was even more fierce and burning the world. But he never expected that the inheritance of this sect master's position would be so difficult and dangerous.

The Flame of the Burning World was originally the Origin Fire of the Fire Luan, but it had been separated for thousands of years, and the Flame of the Burning World had not weakened in the slightest.

"Huoluan...... Wait, do you say...... There is a fire luan sealed in the beacon fire ding, can't it?".

He was a little surprised by his conjecture, the innate Huoluan had the strength of the god lord when he was young, and when he became an adult, he was comparable to the peak level of a saint.

As the power of the Burning World Flame gradually increased dramatically, he had to use his hole cards until he reached the bottom of the Ding, and he finally saw a Fire Luan Spirit.

It has no physical body, only a spirit body left, and when it saw Jing Yang, it was suddenly angry, and the anger was difficult to express.

Jing Yang ignored it and began to search for the token of inheritance. Finally, he finally saw the token behind Huo Luan, which was a spear, a blood-colored spear.

"It's ...... Thorn Blood Spear!".