"When the sound of the palace gate sounds, the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace, but those who hear it, must rush to the Drifting Snow Peak within a quarter of an hour!"

Under the cliff of the Heavenly Waterfall, Lu Han had already walked out of the waterfall, and his voice came from a distance, reminding Lin Huang.

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and immediately followed.

When the two of them arrived at Piaoxue Peak, the square outside the entire main hall was already crowded with disciples, as many as three or five thousand people, and some people were coming one after another.

At the front of the square, the inner disciples stood in the wind, all with serious faces.

The outer disciples in the rear were more nervous and uneasy. The bell rings eight times, isn't it a good sign, what is it, it is necessary to gather the people of the whole sect?

"I heard that the Wind and Rain Tower and the Heavenly Thunder Sect have long had an idea about our Drifting Snow Palace, so it can't be that they attacked it!"

"Yes, yes, I've heard about it. It is said that the formation masters of these two sects once intercepted and killed Elder Shen Diexin in the Great Xia Dynasty."

"Impossible, Zangfeng's ancestors are still alive, and these two sects want to shake my Drifting Snow Palace, which is tantamount to a fool's dream!"

"When the bell rings ten times, it is the battle of the dead clan. Now that there are eight rings, this must not be the case. ”

"It's just that in the history of the Drifting Snow Palace, the bell has not sounded eight times for more than forty years!"

......

The outer disciples were nervously discussing, their voices were very low, and their tones were clearly full of fear and worry.

Lin Huang listened carefully to the conversation around him, but did not speak.

However, after a while, a series of figures passed by the square, and the strong aura oppressed the inner and outer disciples to stagnate their breathing, and quickly got out of the way.

The figure landed above the square and stood side by side.

These people are all elders in the Drifting Snow Palace, with good identities, and even the elders who rarely show up in the ordinary world have appeared here at this moment, with a solemn look on their faces.

Then, a figure of Yuanyu Yuezhi slowly walked out of the Snow Hall, wearing a snow-white tiger striped shoulder, with an ice lion head crown on his bun, and a huge mouth open, looking a little fierce.

The wild goose returns to the south!

It's just that at this moment, there is also a strong look of doubt in the eyes of this majestic palace master of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Because even he didn't know what was going on.

Therefore, Yan Nangui's face was a little ugly, he was the lord of the Drifting Snow Palace, the ancient bell rang eight times, and thousands of people in the audience looked at him with blank eyes.

And you don't know what's going on?

Sure this isn't child's play?

However, since he saw a drooping old figure staggering outside the square, all the stuffiness in Yan Nangui's heart disappeared, replaced by a touch of shock.

"What was it that made the High Priest come down from the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion?"

Not only Yan Nangui noticed, but the elders behind him also noticed, looking at the faltering old man, with a heavy respect in his shocked eyes.

The disciples present were originally still curious, how could there be such an old man in the Drifting Snow Palace who could not even walk, it was really strange.

It's all like this, even if the bell rings a hundred times, what does it have to do with you, a bad old man?

However, when everyone found out that Yan Nangui had personally come to greet the old man, the faces of the inner and outer disciples changed greatly, and they made way for the rickety old man in a proper manner.

"Who is this old-timer?"

Lin Huang asked Lu Han.

Lu Han shook his head, since he entered the Drifting Snow Palace, he had never heard of such a number one person.

Lin Huang looked puzzled and looked carefully at the old man walking in front of him.

The old man was hunched and staggered. He was draped in a dark blue robe with dark blue patterns, painted with images of mountains, rivers and stars. In his hand lived a sleek cane with the lines of the Big Dipper.

The old man also had white hair like frost and snow, and his face was wrinkled like dead bark, and he looked extremely old.

is clearly an old man who has no cultivation.

But the old man gave Lin Huang an extremely strange feeling, as if he was looked at by the old man, and all his secrets would be ruthlessly revealed.

This kind of feeling, he had only felt in Qin Xuance in his previous life.

Looking at the back of the old man moving forward, Lin Huang's expression changed, and he finally guessed the identity of the old man......

Critic!

Telling people's lives, peeping into the sky, seizing creation, and measuring eternity, it is for the critic.

Lin Huang didn't know how strong the Critic was, but he knew that there was one of the greatest Critics in the world on the continent, who was the Master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, known as the Old Man of the Heavenly Machine.

This person once usurped the heavenly machine for dozens of strong men and changed his life against the sky. And among them, there is the master of the Eastern Heavenly God Sect, Liu Chuandao, Liu Cangsheng's father.

A peerless powerhouse who has stepped into the Holy Realm.

Undoubtedly, the old man with a withered body in front of Lin Huang is a critic, a critic who predicts bad luck and can help others take advantage of the heavenly opportunity.

"High Priest...... What's worth going downstairs in person, if you have any orders, just let Nangui know!"

Yan Nangui helped the high priest and said softly, there was no shelf of the lord of the first palace.

"This matter is related to the fate of my Drifting Snow Palace and even the entire Eastern Spirit Realm, I have to pay attention to it", the high priest grabbed Yan Nangui's hand and said extremely hoarsely.

However, in the hoarseness, he was full of excitement, and said happily: "The old man has been stargazing on the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for more than ten years, and has not found any abnormal movements, until not long ago, the stars were suddenly disordered, and after my seventeen calculations, I finally dared to determine one thing!"

At this point, the high priest had already turned and looked at the people up and down the square, and his hoarse voice was heard in all directions:

"Yin Yang Valley, it's going to appear in advance!"

......

"Yin Yang Valley?"

When the three words of Yin Yang Valley came out of the high priest's mouth, many disciples in the audience were full of doubts, but the elders of the Drifting Snow Palace had a great change in complexion.

"What is that place?"

"Why haven't you heard of it before?"

"To let the high priest personally ring the bell and walk out of the Scripture Pavilion, acting so exaggeratedly, it seems that this Yin Yang Valley is quite big."

......

In the crowd, Lin Huang gradually frowned, he had heard the name 'Yin Yang Valley'.

According to Lin Beichen, sixteen years ago, after Lin Changtian sent himself and his sister back to the Great Xia Dynasty, he went to the Yin Yang Valley, and then there was no trace.

In other words, Lin Changtian disappeared into the Yin and Yang Valley.

Lin Huang didn't know what it was, but he knew that he might be able to find information about his father there.

Even if Lin Huang doesn't have the slightest feeling for Lin Changtian now, he is the father of the bloodline after all. The one who has been mystical since he was born.

Presumably, the disciples were puzzled, but the elders on the stage were quite shocked at the moment. Those three words echoed in their ears like a magic spell.

Yinyang Valley?!

This is enough to change the situation in Dongling and upset the balance.

"It was actually the Yin Yang Valley that appeared, no wonder the high priests all walked out of the Scripture Pavilion", Lu Han on the side frowned calmly.

"You know this place?"

Lin Huang asked, looking at Lu Han with a suspicious expression. The place of Yin Yang Valley, a place that made all the disciples confused, how would he know?

Lu Han spread out his palms at Lin Huang and said greedily, "One hundred taels, I'll tell you!"

"Get out!"

Lin Huang turned his head and ignored Lu Han, he believed that since the high priest threw out the three words Yin Yang Valley, he would definitely explain the reason.

Looking at everyone's eyes, the wrinkles on the high priest's face were stacked, and his hoarse voice was full of excitement, "The Yin Yang Valley is the biggest variable in the Eastern Spirit Realm! There are countless inheritances in the valley, and if you get its inheritance, you can cross the Eastern Spirit Realm!"

"Countless inheritances?"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, just because the word 'inheritance' aroused his interest, in the Firmament Continent, martial arts inheritance is a very high-standard thing.

If the inheritor is not in the realm of the Martial King, what he left behind during his lifetime cannot be called a inheritance, at most it can be regarded as a relic.

And it can be called a inheritance, which shows that in this land, at least there have been strong people in the Martial King Realm.

It is more terrifying than today's human myth Xuanyuan raising troops.

"Not only that," the high priest's hoarse voice interrupted everyone's discussion, and continued, "When the old man deduced the Heavenly Secret for the sixth time, he found that among the many inheritances, there was also a top-level inheritance. This top-level inheritance is very rare in the previous appearances of the Yin Yang Valley."

"Dare to ask the high priest, how much effect do these inheritances have on the cultivation of martial artists?"

An outer disciple asked breathlessly.

"How much does it do......?"

The high priest shook his head, as if he had heard a very funny question, and he did not say much, but stretched out three fingers before he said slowly:

"More than 20 years ago, there were three young people who were inherited in the Yin Yang Valley!"

Speaking of this, many middle-aged elders behind the high priest shook their heads, with a look of envy, they had also entered the Yin Yang Valley, but unfortunately they were unlucky, unlike those three people, who got the inheritance from the Yin Yang Valley.

"The first person is the fourth place on the martial arts ranking in the Eastern Spirit Realm today, Xiao Yiren!"

Before the high priest's voice fell, there was already an exclamation under the square, "Xiao Yiren, who is the fourth in the martial arts rankings, and the Xiao Yiren whose strength is close to the Martial King Realm?!"

"The second person is Xuanyuan Tibing, who is now known as a myth in the world!"

While everyone was still surprised, the words of the high priest made everyone's faces change and fall into shock.

"Xuanyuan raises soldiers, a myth in the world!"

"That Xuanyuan who raised a million troops to destroy Dongxuan, and was invincible as soon as he entered Wuhou?!"

It turns out that he had such an adventure, no wonder it is called a human myth. From this point of view, the inheritance in the Yin Yang Valley must be extremely terrifying!"

In the midst of the discussion, Lin Huang also frowned, he didn't care how powerful Xuanyuan was to raise troops, what he cared about was the evaluation that he was invincible as soon as he entered the martial arts.

can have such a brilliant record, Lin Huang asked himself that he had never met it.

He had seen a leapfrog fight, and even after he cultivated to kill the god with a sword, he was able to skip the level of fighting, but compared to being invincible as soon as he entered the martial arts, he was beyond reach.

It must be known that the higher the realm, the more difficult it is to fight. And Xuanyuan can do this, which is undoubtedly a very terrifying thing.

"Perhaps, there is really a strong inheritance in the Yin Yang Valley!"

Lin Huang thought to himself.

And Lu Han on Lin Huang's side, after hearing the words 'Xuanyuan Tibing', there was no shock from everyone, but there was disdain on Mu Ne's little face, and even a trace of hatred, it can be seen from his clenched fists that he is in a very bad mood now.

"I wonder who the third person is?"

At the front of everyone, a woman dressed in a pale cyan water-sleeved long dress suddenly spoke, with a hint of pride on her cold and pretty face, and she also stood in the crowd, but she was like a gorgeous peacock, making people unattainable.

(End of chapter)