"Thank you Senior Brother Xiao for reminding me that today's grace should be remembered. Qin Ping clasped his hands into fists and bowed towards Xiao Yangyao.

Xiao Yangyao waved his hand slightly, turned his head, and raised the jade card in his hand in front of him, his own cyan vitality slowly poured into the jade card, and the word "Ling" in the middle of the jade card slowly lit up, and a layer of invisible barriers slowly appeared in front of the two of them, if it was not revealed under the stimulation of the jade card, ordinary monks who entered the Holy Realm would definitely not be aware of its existence.

Xiao Yangyao closed his eyes and pinched the trick in his hand, but after two breaths, the barrier in front of him slowly opened a gap, and Xiao Yangyao took Qin Ping into the barrier.

After entering the barrier, there is a cave, and the forest that used to look lush but ordinary on the outside disappears, and becomes a mountain full of ancient trees, each tree is very tall, and the corresponding space is also very large, and the distance between the ancient trees is relatively far, but it is not as dense as the ordinary forest looks.

Not far from the mountainside, there is a quaint building surrounded by ancient trees, this building is very grand, although the details are a little rough, but the overall view is more grandiose.

There is a huge plaque hanging in the middle of the eaves of the building, the three words "Elders" are dancing dragons and phoenixes, and they are three points into the wood, and from a distance, it seems that there is a domineering sword intent rising from it, and the monks who are not cultivated enough can not even stare at this plaque slightly. It turns out that the Presbyterian Church is not actually the name of a meeting, but the name of the place.

Qin Ping felt the breath of his disciple Xuanyun on this plaque, so he was the only one with the indomitable and magnificent sword intent, it seems that the ink treasure on this plaque was probably from Xuanyun's hand. Qin Ping's heart was full of memories.

Xiao Yangyao looked at Qin Ping and was stunned when he looked at the plaque of the "Council of Elders", and hurriedly spoke, "This plaque is written by our founding Xuanyun Ancestor, the sword intent is vast and unique, and if you don't cultivate enough, you must not stare rashly!"

Qin Ping retracted his gaze in response, glanced at Xiao Yangyao with gratitude, and then followed Xiao Yangyao's pace again.

After walking through forty-nine steps, the two walked to the door of the "Elders' Church", the tall main entrance looked even more shocking at this time, the door was carved with a grand Xuanyun pattern, the most rare thing is that the carving on the house is very easy to become pampered, but the carving on this only seems to be magnificent and unique.

Xiao Yangyao bowed beside the door, his vitality poured into his chest, and said loudly, "Xiao Yangyao, the thirteenth generation disciple of the Xuanyun Sect, bring Qin Ping, a disciple of the Xuanyun Sect!" His voice suddenly came out, and it shook the ancient trees around him.

"Biography, Xuanyun Sect disciple Qin Ping, Xuanyun Sect disciple Xiao Yangyao, join the club!" A louder voice suddenly came out from inside the door.

The closed door suddenly opened, revealing the scene inside.

Facing the gate was a high platform, there was a huge table on the high platform, no one was sitting in the middle of the table, and Elder Stygian Lan was sitting in the first place on the left of this position, Elder Stygian and Elder Styx Yao and a thin old man who he didn't know sat on both sides of the table, vacating the three positions in the middle, that thin old man should be the fifth elder Stygian Valley who had never met.

On the other side of the building, there are also many seats, except for the front row of seats, there is only one seat in front of the table, and these seats are occupied by half of the people, most of them are white-haired old men with solemn faces, and there are not many middle-aged people who are high-spirited, and there are naturally fewer who look like young people.

Xiao Yangyao led the way two steps ahead of Qin Ping, and when he reached the center of the venue, he only stopped suddenly, knelt down on one knee and said, "Report to Master, Xiao Yangyao, the thirteenth generation disciple of Xuanyun Sect, has brought Qin Ping, a disciple of Xuanyun Sect. ”

Elder Stygian waved his hand lightly, "Yang Yao, stand down." ”

"Yes!" Xiao Yangyao stood up, looked back and found that Qin Ping was still standing stunned and didn't know how to salute, and couldn't help but glare at Qin Ping angrily, who knew that Qin Ping didn't squint, and completely ignored his reminder and warning.

Xiao Yangyao's brows furrowed, but he didn't dare to speak secretly to remind, so he had to glare at Qin Ping again, Qin Ping was still indifferent, he had to shake his head slightly, and retreated to the seats on both sides.

After Xiao Yangyao pushed down, Qin Ping bowed slightly, clasped his hands into fists, "Disciple Qin Ping, meet Elder Minglan and the elders here." ”

Many elders couldn't help frowning when they looked at Qin Ping's not very respectful behavior, and some of them even scolded directly. Elder Stygian Lan was face unchanged, and he sighed softly, "Elder Guild, please shut up!" The noisy voices around him slowly became quieter.

"Disciple Qin Ping, I summoned you here this time for two things, the first is the murder of the ghost cultivators outside the Xuanyun Sect, and the second is to determine the identity of your head heir. Elder Stygian spoke slowly, but it was like throwing a boulder into a calm lake, and a thousand waves rolled up at once.

The entire Council of Elders was fried, even those elders who were usually very calm couldn't help but shout and ask, even Xiao Yangyao, who was sitting on both sides, couldn't help frowning, this matter was really very sudden, Elder Stygian Lan didn't even inform him in advance of his big disciple, and he even set off a trace of doubt in his heart.

Elder Hell Overlord, who was sitting on the high table, stood up suddenly, slapped his palm on the table, and opened his mouth to roar: "Shut up!" As if a thunderbolt sounded out of thin air, it actually overshadowed everyone's voices at once, and the faces of those who were not cultivated enough instantly turned pale, and if they continued to speak, the entire Elder Council instantly became silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

Elder Yao Yao, who was sitting next to Elder Underlord, was mentally prepared when he stood up, but he was still shocked by Elder Underlord's loud shout, and his eardrums hurt, and there was even a faint sound of tinnitus lingering in his ears. Elder Stylus frowned, and secretly reached out and pinched Elder Stylus Yao's thigh fiercely.

"The elders who have objections to the identity of the sect master heir of the disciple Qin Ping will first suppress this matter, and we will first discuss the matter of committing the ghost cultivation of my Xuanyun Sect. Elder Stylan's majestic voice came out, looking around the audience, his eyes sweeping over the unwilling elders.

Although it has been the Great Elder Ming Xuan and the Second Elder Ming Xuan who have been in charge of affairs all these years, Elder Ming Lan's prestige is not small, and at this time, he is presiding over the Council of Elders, and those unwilling elders have no choice but to suppress their objections first, and at most they only dare to snort coldly below to show their dissatisfaction.