The wind-blown pine forest in the abyss under the mountain stream was undulating, and thousands of ordinary elders and disciples were silently paying attention to the middle position.

The acting masters, the peaks and the more than ten elders with the most respected status, the yin and yang around their bodies, the true qi is like a long river, protecting the broken monument.

Under the broken monument, Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged, and the wisps of ancient, vicissitudes, and mixed breath slowly converged, and gradually turned into the purest and most primitive fierce qi.

After another half an hour, he finally opened his eyes, his eyes a little dazed, but very aggressive.

"Nephew, how's it going?"

Song Tianxing asked impatiently, his body trembling slightly because of nervousness.

The rest of the peak lords and elders were also staring closely.

Xin Zhuo looked at everyone, as if he was still immersed in some strange state, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Ancient Killing Secret Technique!"

"Sure enough!"

Song Tianxing and the peak masters, including the master Liu Qingfeng, all looked clear and a little shocked.

Song Tianxing immediately reacted, waved his hand and shot out a hundred zhang illusory image, covering the broken stele, and said coldly to the surroundings: "True Disciple retreat!"

When it comes to the secret technique of medieval lore, it may affect the rise and fall of a sect, and the inner disciples are not considered core disciples, and the day when they will eventually become a teacher, they naturally can't listen to it.

The thousands of inner disciples who were watching from afar did not dare to disobey, so they had to flee away with regrets, and only a few hundred true legends and elders were left in the same place.

Song Tianxing looked at Liu Qingfeng, Yu Zhuji, Li Hanzhu, Zhu Qing and the others again, and said with a serious expression: "Xin Zhuo should be the tenth candidate for the next head of my Xuantian Sword Sect, choose a day to repair the palace, lead to the main vein, and enjoy endless resources!"

At this moment, no one has any objections, and they all bow their heads, these days Xin Zhuo has proved his amazing talent and demonic methods, no matter how picky a person is, it is impossible to deny his ability!

Senior Niang, Elder Ma Feng, Senior Brother Nangong Wentian and the others couldn't help but rejoice.

Liu Qingfeng also kept brushing his beard, and Lao Huai was pleased.

At this time, Yu Zhuji suddenly said seriously: "Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Liu, this kind of secret technique should be owned by the sect, but is it?"

Song Tianxing and others bowed their heads.

Liu Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, winked at Xin Zhuo imperceptibly, and finally nodded: "Yes!"

Since it is from the broken monument left by the master sect, it contains such anti-heaven magical powers as ancient secret arts, and the disciples naturally cannot swallow it privately, which does not conform to the precepts of the sect!

Yu Zhuji looked at Xin Zhuo with a smile: "Can you tell ...... nephew?"

"Ten thousand years ago, the disciple of the Emperor Yaochi Jinwu Shenghuang, defeated the Nine Heavens Mountains and Seas Great Immortal King, and then a round of Jiazi birthday celebration, ordered the holy lord of all ethnic groups to offer, Yaochi Emperor came to the Qinghuang Su Qing that year, and created the Liujia secret blessing learned by the ancient Taoists and soldiers, and gave it to the Golden Crow, which is one of the secret techniques left by the seventh generation of disciples under the command of the Jinwu Holy Emperor before his death......"

Xin Zhuo told it word by word, he was not prepared to hide it all, this is the content recorded in the "Fighting Word Formula", it sounds like a myth, and it feels ...... It's too much involved.

As soon as the words fell, Song Tianxing, Yu Zhuji, and Master Liu Qingfeng were directly stunned in place, their faces turned pale, and their bodies trembled violently, and it was difficult to tell whether it was surprise or fear.

Hundreds of elders and true legends from all over the world are even more like falling into the clouds.

The sect, which had never even seen the masters of the Holy Realm, suddenly heard the secret technique left by the emperors of the Middle Ages, which was like a dimensionality reduction blow, making people's heads confused!

In the crowd, Zhao Yizhu's hazy eyes revealed a strange look.

In the one hundred and third hall of Lingjian Peak, Xiao Huang, who was bored, suddenly raised his ears, and ran outside the hall, looking around, a pair of dog eyes showed a humanized puzzled gaze.

There was silence in the pine forest for a long time before Song Tianxing said in a trembling voice: "Senior nephew, how about you show it?"

Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment, and suddenly his figure flashed into the air, and his hands quickly formed a strange seal, and then he gently pushed-

A huge ripple appeared inadvertently, turning into a wind and wave in a radius in an instant, and the five aurora flashed, and then turned into five strange-shaped weapons, like five claws composed of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, instantly struck and strangled.

"Boom!"

There was a deafening roar, as if the air was torn apart, and a cracks of hundreds of feet of broken ripples appeared.

"Hum—"

The majestic and terrifying waves of air rolled endlessly.

The ultimate in slaughter!

The duel is fierce!

The ingenuity of the supernatural!

It's a miracle!

There was a dead silence all around.

Whether it was the peak masters, elders, and true disciples, they were all shocked by this strange secret technique that was completely different from the methods of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Xin Zhuo is still only the Yangshi Triple Sea, and he has just broken through, so he is only afraid of using this technique...... Invincible in the same realm!

Song Tianxing's face flushed, he rubbed his hands, and then glanced around with a cold gaze, and then said solemnly to Xin Zhuo: "Senior nephew, please leave this technique to the sect as soon as possible!"

Xin Zhuo chuckled, "Of course! But there's one condition below! ”

Song Tianxing and the group of peak masters glanced at each other and said, "Say!"

Xin Zhuo said word by word: "I want to take a look at the Sect Throne immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, the four sides were silent again.

"This matter ......"

Yu Zhuji, Li Hanzhu and the others glanced at each other, and their faces became a little ugly, which was completely out of order.

Liu Qingfeng smiled: "It should be so!" Xin Zhuo's methods and comprehension in the past few days are obvious to all, and I have the secret art of epiphany, plus I have made great contributions to the sect in the past six thousand years, Senior Brother Song, if you don't agree to come down, Senior Brother won't follow! ”

Song Tianxing hesitated: "Senior Brother Daozhen has not returned yet, this matter ......"

"What's the point of taking a look? Xin Zhuo is so talented, if he is not angry and does not return when he goes out, just like the person in charge of the sect who chose Ling Gucheng, I am afraid that it will be a loss to the sect! ”

The elders of Lingjian Peak, Chu Siniang, Ma Feng, and Sang Tu shouted in a deep voice.

Song Tianxing was silent for a moment again, but in the end, he couldn't resist the attraction of the secret technique, and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!" The old man agreed! Master Xin's nephew, please enter the Xuantian Temple to pass on the gong! ”

"No, it's fine here!"

Xin Zhuo turned around, used his fingers as a knife, and carved on the broken stele a bitter and difficult secret technique, which carved thousands of words.

When he carved the first word, Song Tianxing and the others' faces changed again, and they immediately drank all the true disciples back.

When Xin Zhuo's last word was engraved, the entire broken stele glowed with a mysterious color due to a secret technique.

A group of peak masters and elders immediately used the means of the Spirit Terrace Realm to move thousands of boulders, and in the sound of "boom", the broken monument was surrounded.

……

"Boom ......"

The cold rain suddenly fell, and it slapped intensively on the white jade and blue-patterned floor in front of the gate of Xuantian Palace, and the ten True Inheritance disciples had straight bodies and eyes like torches, originally they were the most ruthless guard disciples of Xuantian Peak, but when a figure appeared, they became a little more respectful!

"Senior Brother Xin!"

Xin Zhuo's anti-heaven methods these days have at least proved that he is enough to make all his disciples respect three points.

Xin Zhuo bowed his head slightly and stepped into the Xuantian Palace.

Xuantian Palace, divided into three halls, inner, middle and outer, the outer hall is the place where the master of the sect and the lords and elders of the peaks and peaks deliberate, the middle hall is the place where the master of the sect practice, and the inner hall is where the throne is located!

At this moment, in front of the inner hall, ten strange-looking elders with cold faces stood around with long swords in their hands, looking at him coldly, and one of them said: "Xin Zhuo, do you know that in the past six thousand years, except for the head of the sect himself, the peak masters and the head of the sect who are the first in the selection sequence, you are the only one who makes an exception!"

Xin Zhuo paused and said, "So?"

The man said, "You only have ten breaths!"

"Good!"

Xin Zhuo stepped into the inner sanctum.

As soon as he entered, he finally understood why Song Tianxing and a group of people pushed back for the sake of this mere throne, mother-in-law and mother-in-law!