The Great Elder beckoned each other, and Wang Zhiming had to visit him no matter what. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Shi Yue's mouth was full of nonsense, there was one sentence that was not wrong, and he was regarded as a treasure from top to bottom, especially the Great Elder.

was pinned on infinite high hopes, which also brought heavy pressure to Wang Zhiming. And this kind of pressure is undoubtedly infinitely magnified in the mountain gate.

This is the world he must protect in the future, and the responsibility he must bear.

The ancestral hall is between the mountains, and there are thousands of palaces and thousands of halls, and the ancestral hall is not conspicuous, and even slightly old.

After all, the years are too long, at least 5,000 years old, and under such time, the king-level Taoist soldiers will also begin to decay.

But the Patriarch Hall is undoubtedly one of the most important places in Zhengyi, enshrined in the most precious three inheritances of Zhengyi, and even surpasses the "Zhengyi Sword Sutra" practiced by Wang Zhiming.

"Zhengyi Sword Sutra" is already broad and profound, but the third style of Zhengyi Sword Duel killed a generation of heroes.

Not only that, the ancestral hall also enshrines the heavenly soldier of Zhengyi: Zhengyi Sword. It was a Heavenly Dao weapon that everyone longed for, immortal for all eternities, and almost eternal. The heavenly soldiers contain gods, interweaving infinite Tao and reason, and once the heavens and the earth are revived, they will bow down.

Back then, the Cold Night Palace was the Heavenly Soldier of the Guanghan Dao who had lost the original Sect of the Gate, and only the Heavenly Soldier of the Star River Road was left.

Although he has mastered the secret method of the Star River Channel, the heavenly soldiers have spirits, and they often do not cooperate, and they need to pay a great price if they want to urge, and their momentum naturally declines.

Wang Zhiming flew along the mountain road, saw the majestic wonders of a thousand mountains, and watched the beautiful grass and trees.

Between the mountains, the ancestral hall sits in the east and faces west, there are old pines and ancient cypresses, surrounded on all sides, simple and vigorous, and the momentum is extraordinary.

The ancestral hall carves beams and paints buildings, there are flying immortals and the moon, the god king breaks the sky, etc., all carved finely, beautiful, despite the long years, still brilliant, beautiful.

Walk through the doorway and you will find the atrium.

The atrium is vast, using the divine pattern of the space, supported by 361 large pillars embraced by five or six people, and the large pillars are still green, giving people a sense of vitality.

The selection of these big pillars is a large Tsubaki sacred wood, and it is recorded in the "Getaway" that "in ancient times, there were people who had a large Tsubaki, with 8,000 years old as spring and 8,000 years old as autumn." It has the reputation of "the spring of the world", praying for the prosperity of the next generation.

In front of the corridor on the side of the atrium, Wang Zhiming saw the Great Elder. The old man already has some taste of the old age, Gebu Qingyi, and there is basically no such cloth in the world now.

He smiled kindly, not at all able to see that this was also a Dao master-level power that dominated the world in the past. Shaohua is fleeting, heroes are easy to get old, Wang Zhiming is a little sad, old age and blood decay, the sunset, everyone has this day.

"Xiao Ming is handsome again." The Great Elder's voice was a little hoarse and thick, but he spoke clearly, and with a smile, he walked over slowly.

This is also the only one in the world who is currently called Xiao Ming, and he can make him powerless to resist.

Wang Zhiming was full of helplessness, but he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man. "What's the matter, don't praise me, there are people who are more handsome than me everywhere."

The old man shook his head and took Wang Zhiming up the stairs from the corridor, full of smugness: "Haha, how is it possible?" You mean Xiaobai, he can't do it, he can't compare to my Xiao Ming. ”

Wang Zhiming couldn't help but smile shyly, full of helplessness.

The atrium is surrounded by many buildings, row upon row, scattered, each house preserves the precious Taoist inheritance or powerful and unparalleled divine soldiers, as if like a brilliant pearl, scattered in the ancestral hall.

From the corridor upwards, there are bells and drums on both sides of the second floor. Wang Zhiming followed the old man up to the drum tower. There is a holy king soldier here, Qishan Drum.

This drum can be described as a behemoth, the drum body is made of nine-colored sycamore wood, the drum body is covered with two huge unknown ancient beasts, the drum surface is delicate and crystalline, there is a god phoenix entrenched, the whole drum is placed on the tall and simple stone platform, towering like a mountain.

There was also a pair of drumsticks on the stone platform, which were also huge, polished with pure white ignorant animal bones, like maces.

"Well, let's try it." The Great Elder took off the white drumstick and handed it to Wang Zhiming, knowing that he was extremely kind, "If you are injured once, don't relax, beat the drum and be ambitious, boiling blood, and sweating profusely, there will be no more trouble." ”

Wang Zhiming did not doubt it, took the drumstick, and started it heavily, as if there was the breath of time rushing to his face, only to feel that the drum was rumbling, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the sound of the soldier sofa was like in front of his ears.

This is the prestige of the Qishan drum.