There are many treasures in the ancient emperor ruins, such as spiritual weapons, exotic flowers and plants, rare and exotic objects, and high-level martial arts. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The heritage of the major sects in the Northern Regions is getting deeper and deeper, because every fifteen years, a group of disciples will be sent into the ancient emperor's ruins, and after they come back, they will give some of the treasures and martial arts on their bodies to the sect.

Of course, the sect will not take the disciple's things in vain, and the high-level members of the sect will reward them with the corresponding spirit stones and the contribution value of the sect according to the value of the treasure.

……

In the courtyard, Mu Xuan sat next to the pool, his body motionless.

A breeze blew and blew the willow trees by the pool, making a rustling sound, but Mu Xuan didn't care about it.

Hours passed, and he remained still.

At this time, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the distance outside the yard, getting closer and closer.

"Is Mu Xuan here?"

"Is Mu Xuan here?"

Squeak!

The visitor called several times, and when he saw that no one answered, he pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

According to the rules of the sect, if the outer disciple fails to enter the realm of the Martial King before the age of twenty-five, he must be transferred to the office to help the sect deal with some simple affairs.

This transmission disciple was about twenty-six years old, his cultivation was in the realm of a half-step martial king, and his strength was extremely high compared to most of the outer disciples, and he soon saw Mu Xuan sitting on the edge of the pool, his brows furrowed slightly.

Generally speaking, when a monk is practicing, he will never allow others to disturb him, and if his cultivation is interrupted, there will inevitably be a fight between the two sides.

Smiled helplessly, the messenger disciple stood aside and waited, without making the slightest sound.

WhewW......

Suddenly-

A wave of heat hit, Mu Xuan opened his eyes, his blazing gaze stared at the pool, his eyes shining.

The messenger disciple was about to speak, but he saw an astonishing scene, only to see Mu Xuan's eyes sweep, and the pool of water in front of him seemed to be scorched by an invisible flame, and suddenly, it heated up violently, continued to boil, and suddenly evaporated into a mist in the sky.

"Fire, legendary fire!"

The messenger disciple shouted wildly in his heart, he had heard that any monk who comprehended the power of fire could use invisible fire to hurt people, and even take people's lives.

Just now, Mu Xuan used his eyes to contain the fire in the pool in front of him, and easily evaporated the pool water.

"What's the matter?"

Standing up, Mu Xuan bounced off the dust on his body and asked.

The transmission disciple said respectfully, "The sect master is already waiting at the outer gate, please come over." ”

"Hmm."

"Lead the way!"

Mu Xuan's expression was very indifferent, after a few days, his desire for fire was no longer so urgent, after cultivating every day, he would meditate by the pool for a while, heaven and man were one, and the ancient well did not wave, it may be because of this transcendent mentality of forgetting both things and self, but it allowed him to break through the pseudo-fire, and finally comprehend the real fire that the monk dreamed of.

At this moment, Mu Xuan, whether in terms of spiritual level or mood, has already improved qualitatively, but to what extent it has reached is not very clear for the time being.

"No problem!"

The tone of the messenger disciple was humble, and in the face of Mu Xuan, he naturally showed his respect, which was the respect that involuntarily generated in the face of the strong.

Under the leadership of the communication disciples, Mu Xuan came to the meeting hall at the outer gate. In the hall, Qianlong Zexue, Yan He, and Xiao Yu are all there, next to them are some outer door elders, and the main seat is the imposing sect leader Qian Takijue.

"Sect Master, hello elders." Mu Xuan clenched his fists and bent over.

Chitaki Jue nodded.

"Tomorrow is the time to go to the ruins of the ancient emperors, and I remind you once again that the ruins of the ancient emperors are fickle, the palaces in the water, the tombs of the earth, and the treasure troves of the secret realm, and behind every opportunity, there may be hidden murderous opportunities, you must be careful and do not be impetuous."

"Yes!"

Mu Xuan and everyone nodded in unison.

Qian Long Jue continued: "There are many treasures in the ancient emperor ruins, and there are countless cheats, so it is obviously impossible for you to contribute in vain, so according to the value of the contributed items, the sect will give you a certain amount of spirit stones, such as Xuan-level low-level martial arts, which can be exchanged for one hundred lower-grade spirit crystals, and ground-level low-level martial arts can be exchanged for three hundred medium-grade spirit crystals, ground-level intermediate martial arts are relatively rare, and it is difficult to find them in the ancient emperor's ruins, and you can exchange for three thousand medium-grade spirit crystals......"

Hearing this, Mu Xuan was very surprised, it seems that this time the sect is ready to make a bloody investment, but the ancient emperor ruins are not a playground, all the sects and hidden forces in the northern region will send excellent disciples into it, it is normal to kill, especially the disciples with heavy treasures. When you get inside, no one will care which sect you come from, because the dead can't go back and complain!

Early the next morning, the crowd set out.

This time, the escort team was extremely large, with ten inner gate elders and fifty outer gate elders, riding six flying demon beasts, through the clouds.

Two days later, the flying demon beast left Xuanzong's sphere of influence and came to a remote land.

"Outside Xuanzong's sphere of influence, danger will always exist, everyone be careful." Elder Yuwen picked up his true anger and said coldly.

"Yes!"

Several students who had wandered outside were deeply touched.

The flying demon beast is infinitely powerful, the demonic energy is strong, and it is as if there is nothing on its back, but it continues to fly at high speed, it will be a little physically exhausted, and generally after two days, Elder Yuwen will find a place to settle down, rest, and continue to rush the next day.

Whoa!

The wind howled, the wind roared.

Chitakizawa looked up and said with a smile: "The storm is coming." ”

Yu Lin said lightly: "It's just a storm, why worry about it!" Unless it's the spiritual wind that contains the 'wind', it can't shake us at all! ”

Phew!

A wind blade suddenly struck Mu Xuan and the others, and was snuffed out by Elder Yuwen, he said, "This storm is not a big threat, so you don't need to worry." ”

……

The flying monster continued to fly for a while, as if it had broken into the center of the storm, and the air currents in front of it had already violently rioted.

A small gray tornado was clearly visible, turning violently in front of it, its outer edge as sharp as the tip of a sword, and a central figure faintly visible inside.

"Martial Emperor Peak Cultivator! Everyone took a detour. Elder Yuwen's face changed, and the commander flew the demon beast around the long way, not daring to move forward directly.

The tornado dissipated, the wind blade was extinguished, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone, a middle-aged man in green clothes and green robes, medium height, holding a cyan sickle, and surrounded by a strong wind, bringing people a kind of spiritual oppression, and they did not dare to have any thoughts of resistance.

"Who are you?"

Elder Yuwen's face turned slightly pale, and he clenched his fists and said respectfully: "Disturb the seniors, the old man is the elder of the inner gate of the Xuanzong, Yuwen Yue." ”

"Xuanzong?!" The middle-aged man laughed, "The old man is also an elder of the Xuanzong sect, but the old man hasn't been back to the sect for more than 20 years!" You can call me Elder Windsickle, or Windsickle Person. ”

Elder Wind Sickle's cultivation is really unfathomable! Mu Xuan said secretly in his heart.

Elder Yuwen's expression relaxed, "It turned out to be Elder Wind Sickle, I heard your rumors a few decades ago, your Azure Wind Fight is famous, but it shocks the entire Northern Regions!" ”

Hearing this, the Wind Sickle Dao people fell into confusion, and after a long time, they couldn't help but sigh softly, "Time flies, and now things are wrong, and my old guy is no longer interested in those vain things back then!" ”

"It's a pity that I neglected the people around me, and when I lost it, I repented, but I couldn't go back......"

"The dead are long gone, the living survive by themselves, and they will pity the old and cherish the ...... of the people in front of them"

At this moment, Xiao Yu seemed to feel something, and she held Mu Xuan's palm tightly! Mu Xuan didn't break free, and he didn't want to break free......

"Old man, I just chattered two foolish words, don't you care! By the way, you guys are going to the ruins of the ancient emperor! These little guys are good, if you train them well, you will definitely have something to do in the future. ”

Mu Xuan and the others were all the best disciples in the Xuanzong, and the Wind Sickle Dao people could see the truth at a glance, so they couldn't help but nod their heads in approval.