The city of the Eastern Wilderness is deep in the valley in the north of the city

Hundreds of monks of all kinds gathered here, most of them were Middle-earth monks, and almost all of them were foundation building Dzogchen cultivators. The rest are the monks of the Kingdom of Light, except for a few disciples of the Ten Rank Divine Sect of the Shepherd Dao Realm, most of the rest have uneven cultivation, but they are all dressed gorgeously and extravagantly, and they are obviously all noble children of the Kingdom of Light.

Most of the younger generation of Tianjiao disciples in Middle-earth and the Land of Light are here.

At this moment, there is a mine in front of them that seems to have just been opened up, and there is a huge stone gate about a few zhang wide and ten zhang high at the entrance of the mine, and there is a faint white light in the middle of the stone gate, and there are dozens of spherical phantoms running slowly according to a certain trajectory, which is mysterious and abnormal.

"Fellow monks, behind this stone gate is the secret realm of His Highness the Wailing Division. Whether or not you can inherit here depends on your own chance. You must have received your quota token, and you will be able to enter this secret realm with your token in hand. Now that the hour has come, let you enter in order, may the God of Light bless you!" said one of the consuls of the Cult of Light.

Most of the monks in Middle-earth were impatient, and as soon as the consul's words fell, a group of people hurriedly rushed towards the stone gate, and the entrance was instantly crowded into a ball, how could there be any "sequential entry"?

The Monks of the Land of Light had a look of sarcasm on most of their faces at this moment.

After the chaotic Middle-earth monks entered the secret realm, the monks of the Kingdom of Light lined up in order, entering the secret realm in an orderly manner one by one.

"Hmph, it's really a shame to be thrown abroad!"

The disciples of the Eight Great Cultivation Sects of Middle-earth were not in a hurry to enter, one by one, you look at me, I look at you, it seems that they want to see what is famous. The eldest grandson of the soul cultivation vein had a gloomy face at the moment, and his eyes kept looking around at the dense forest, not knowing what he was looking for.

Yingtian noticed that among the disciples of the Heavenly Immortal Sect, there was a figure of the young master of the Heavenly Immortal Sect, but she didn't expect that she would also participate in this secret realm exploration.

It seemed to sense Yingtian's gaze, and the sharp gaze of the young master of the Immortal Gate that day swept towards Yingtian, and sneered: "The eldest prince of Yingtian actually left your concubine and didn't take her into this secret realm?"

Hearing what the young master of Tianxian Sect said, everyone found out that Yingtian actually came alone, and they couldn't help but be puzzled.

And the invisible eyes of the eldest grandson were even more staring at Yingtian.

Yingtian was quite embarrassed, this young master of the Heavenly Immortal Sect seemed to see that he was not pleasing to the eye, and he didn't want to offend, so he could only deal with it and said vaguely: "This secret realm is dangerous, or it is more free to be alone." ”

"Brother Ying, this kind of inheritance secret realm often sets up a lot of difficulties, and it takes many people to work together to get through, and it will be too much of a loss for you to go in alone!" Danzong Duanmu often reminded.

Yingtian was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "If it is really as Brother Duanmu said, I, Yingtian, have no choice but to admit that I am unlucky!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I hit it off with Brother Ying at first sight, and we can help each other when the time comes. Don't talk too much, let's take a step first!" Duanmu Chang laughed and took the lead in leading the disciples into the secret realm.

"Brother Ying, if you need help, my Wu Clan disciples will also do their best, take the first step!"

The rest of the disciples of the Xiuzhen Sect no longer hesitated, and they all entered the secret realm before and after. Ying Tian suddenly turned around and glanced at the top of the mountain in the distance, smiled slightly, and then turned around and flew into the secret realm.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, there is a woman dressed in white, elegant and refined, like a fairy. At this moment, she saw Yingtian turn around and smile at her, and then disappeared again, and suddenly felt as if there was a piece missing something in her heart, and it was extremely uncomfortable to be empty.

"Young master, this farewell, I don't know when we will see each other again!" Yu Luo'er sighed faintly, "'The sassy autumn wind is born, and the king is resentful and parting; This morning, I was still wondering why Aunt Zi didn't let me send it away, but now Luo'er understands. ”

At this moment, everyone has entered the secret realm, and the entire valley is empty, and there is no one left. However, the lonely white shadow on the top of the mountain was still staring at the direction where Yingtian disappeared in a daze, motionless.

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It was a vast barren land, dilapidated and decaying, with ruined walls and ruins everywhere, and it seemed that for thousands of years, no life had appeared here.

There are dozens of huge heads of unknown statues on the ground, each head is more than ten zhang high, but it seems to have been split in half by a sharp weapon, and the disconnection is as smooth as a mirror, and there is still a sharp and abnormal metal breath.

And the countless broken walls, houses, and corroded giant trees, hidden in the thick bushes.

"This is supposed to be a ruined city, but I've never seen these walls before, let alone how many years they've existed. An emaciated Middle-earth monk appeared on the edge of a broken city wall, looked carefully at the remaining carved patterns on the wall, and said slowly.

"Senior brother, as soon as we entered this secret realm, we came here, but this ghost place is just the two of us. I've just searched around, and there's not a single living creature but the walls of these ruined houses!" the other monk, who was fat, frowned at the moment, very annoyed.

"Senior brother, don't worry, the more anxious you are, the worse it will be. According to my guess, as soon as we entered this secret realm, we were transported to different places. Since it is a secret realm of inheritance, this must be a test for us. Let's split up and look around, we'll definitely find clues!" the emaciated monk looked quite calm, and began to search the place carefully, even taking out his sword to dig for some suspicious places.

The fat monk could only search for it from the other side.

But three hours passed, and nothing was found!

The fat monk could not bear it any longer, and slapped his palm on the head of a stone statue, and said angrily, "What the hell, there is nothing useful at all!" and the head of the stone statue was knocked away by him, and smashed in the middle of the city.

However, at this moment, a white light suddenly appeared in the place where the stone statue was smashed, and the whole piece of ground was sunken down, and then the sound of "boom" sounded, and a shrine slowly rose from the sunken ground! On the altar, there was a stone tablet one foot high!

The two monks were startled, and hurriedly dodged over, not daring to get too close to the stone tablet, but only looked at it carefully from a distance.

I saw that the stele was completely black, and the stele was clean, with no patterns or words.

The two pondered for a long time, and a hint of enlightenment suddenly appeared on the emaciated monk's face, and he cautiously probed into the black stone tablet with his divine sense.

A voice of vicissitudes came from the stone tablet: "Within the specified time, if you successfully comprehend this set of palm techniques, you can obtain the inheritance mark! If you fail, you will lose your inheritance qualification and be expelled from this place!"

As soon as the words fell, a golden villain appeared on the black stone tablet, carefully practicing a set of palm techniques.

The fat monk obviously understood what was going on, and both of them looked at the palm technique with wide eyes, only to feel that the palm technique was complicated, esoteric and obscure, and powerful and unmatched, and it was simply unseen and unheard of! Could it be the ancient secret technique left by His Royal Highness the Wai Yin Si Si? Both of them showed excitement on their faces, if they learned this set of palm techniques, their combat power would be doubled!

A quarter of an hour later, the golden figure disappeared, and an hourglass appeared on the black stele, and at this moment the hourglass was reversed, and the timer had begun!

Time was pressing, and the two of them immediately crossed their knees and carefully understood the palm technique practiced by the golden villain just now.

But the emaciated monk was obviously more talented, and as the hourglass timer was about to end, he laughed wildly, got up, and began to practice one move at a time in front of the stone tablet.

When he finished the drill, a voice came from the stone tablet again: "The qualifications are acceptable, give you a inheritance mark!" As soon as the words fell, a white light and shining mark floated from the black stone tablet, flying into the eyebrows of the emaciated monk.

The emaciated monk laughed, and just when he was extremely proud, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and when he looked down, he saw that it was actually a sword that pierced his heart, and a cold voice came from behind him: "Senior brother, you are so talented, but you never know how to take care of my junior brother and me." Now, this inheritance mark, the junior brother has to take it himself!"

The emaciated monk roared angrily, where did he think that this fellow disciple would attack him? Just as he wanted to resist, he saw that the fat monk had another sword piercing his dantian and shattering his foundation. The emaciated monk let out a cry of pain, and his body went limp.

The fat monk drew his blood-drenched sword, laughed smugly, and reached out to remove the inheritance mark from the thin monk's eyebrows.

At this moment, suddenly a black shadow flashed, and a powerful fist attacked, smashing the fat monk's head to pieces!

And that inheritance mark gently floated into the center of the black shadow's eyebrows!

"Hmph, you damned Middle-earth monks, how can you be qualified for the inheritance of His Highness the Sigh of the Mourning Division?"