"Under the Holy Lord and the Holy Master, above the many patriarchs, there is a special being, and that is the Holy Son. As the successor of the future Holy Lord, every three hundred years, a Holy Son will take over the position of the previous Holy Lord and become the new Holy Lord. ”

"And the current seventh-generation Holy Lord is the sixth-generation Holy Son of that year!"

Seven generations of holy masters, three hundred years in one generation!

In other words, the ancient sacred mountain has been passed down for more than two thousand years, far above any martial arts sect.

What Medicine King Valley, what barbarian sect, what martial god family, compared to the holy mountain that has been inherited for more than two thousand years, they are all nouveau riche from the countryside, and they are not worth mentioning at all.

This kind of force has gone beyond the limit of the martial arts realm, and is more like a small sect that is close to the immortal cultivation realm.

Many immortal cultivators in the Dan period live in a corner, start a sect, and the sects they create are often one or two thousand years old, which is very similar to the holy mountain.

Moreover, the Holy Mountain is divided into ranks with absolute strength, from disciples and elders to holy envoys and patriarchs, with strict hierarchies and clear structures, which are also very similar to those orthodox immortal cultivation sects.

The sect forces in the martial arts world, although they will also look at their strength very much, but after all, there are still restrictions on seniority.

For example, a disciple of Bao Dan suddenly stepped into the realm of Digang and had the same strength as his master, but in terms of seniority, he was still a cut below his master, and it was impossible to be equal.

But the holy mountain in Ling Xue's mouth is completely different.

If Qin Wentian's strength surpasses Gu Hong, even if Gu Hong is half of his master and is the introducer of the Holy Mountain, his status will be reduced to Qin Wentian.

Because the holy mountain is truly respected by the strong, the strength is supreme, and I don't care what seniority or qualifications.

"You should be the only one who has entered the world this time, right?" Xu Feng asked.

Ling Xue nodded, "There are a total of thirty-six Holy Envoys in the Holy Mountain, and eight of them have been dispatched this time, and I am one of them. ”

"Contact another Holy Envoy, I want to see him!" Xu Feng ordered.

"But......" Ling Xue hesitated.

"No, but, I know there must be some kind of connection between you. In front of me, any means are self-defeating. Xu Feng threatened.

If he was not mistaken, the Holy Mountain was likely to be an immortal cultivation sect, or even the last remaining immortal cultivation sect in Huaguo.

Today's Xu Feng, who has cultivated to the triple level of the foundation building period, is almost about to reach the limit of the earth, except for a very small number of heavenly and earthly treasures, it is difficult to continue to improve his cultivation.

However, if he could find the existence of the Holy Mountain, with the help of the power of the last Immortal Cultivation Sect, he would be able to go one step further and cultivate to the fourth, or even fifth, sixth, level of foundation building period.

An ancient force that has stood in the country of China for two thousand years, and is regarded as the supreme of the martial arts world, it must have accumulated an unimaginable treasure trove over such a long period of time.

What kind of holy meeting, what kind of god list, Xu Feng didn't have any interest in these things at all.

His goal is the foundation of the Holy Mountain!

With the blood of the holy mountain, strengthen yourself!

Ling Xue took out a talisman and suspended it in mid-air, and suddenly, it burned from the bottom up, turning into a line of dark golden characters and disappearing into the night.

After a long time, the air distorted again, and a middle-aged man in black clothes and black hair appeared in front of them.

The moment he saw Xu Feng, his face immediately showed anger, "Ling Xue Holy Envoy, you dare to ......"

Shout!

The azure beam of light flashed and pierced his head directly, and the unfinished words came to an abrupt end in an instant.

"You, you actually killed him?" Ling Xue was stunned and looked at the man in front of her in fear.

Half-step mythology, the messenger of the holy mountain, but the moment he saw him, he was directly pointed at and killed.

There was no hesitation, no hesitation, he didn't even blink an eye.

It seems that killing a half-step myth and killing a holy mountain messenger is as simple as eating and drinking water for him, and even like pinching an ant to death and swatting a mosquito to death.

However, an even more terrifying scene appeared, Xu Feng opened his mouth and sucked it, and actually swallowed the flesh essence and even the soul origin of the black-clothed holy envoy directly.

After a period of refining, Xu Feng's appearance began to distort, and his body began to change.

In just a few blinks of an eye, this new martial arts myth had already turned into the appearance of a black-clothed holy envoy, from appearance, appearance, figure to skin color, and even every move, speech and voice, there was no difference in it.

"Impossible, this, how is this possible?" Ling Xue reached out to touch it, but stopped in fear.

In the blink of an eye, how can one person become another, and it is exactly the same, from head to toe, the height, weight, appearance, skin color, even the hair, even the beard is exactly the same.

What kind of anti-heaven means is this?

Even in the hundred years that Ling Xue has been on the Holy Mountain, it is unheard of and unseen.

"Holy Envoy Ling Xue, let's go, it's time to go back to the Holy Mountain. ”

Xu Feng let out a low and vicissitudes of life, from intonation to timbre, and even the tone of his speech, it was exactly the same as this Black Demon Holy Envoy.

"Okay, Xu ...... Dark Messenger!"

After all, Ling Xue is a half-step myth, extremely talented, Bing Xue is smart, and he doesn't need Xu Feng to remind him too much, he already knows his purpose.

He wanted to pretend to be a black demon envoy and take the opportunity to sneak into the holy mountain and spy on some kind of secret.

Ling Xue knew that Xu Feng's strength and means were far above him, and if he disobeyed his orders, as long as he ended up in one fate, he would die.

In the dark night, two figures silently approached, the largest palace in the world.

An illusory and profound portal opened, and no one thought that the legendary holy mountain was hidden under the Forbidden City.

Like a mountain peak hanging upside down, the deeper it goes underground, the closer it is to the peak of the holy mountain.

Under Ling Xue's guidance, the two of them didn't know how deep they had entered the ground, maybe fifty meters, maybe one hundred meters, or even two hundred meters, three hundred meters.

The temperature around it is rising, and it is getting hotter and hotter, as if it is close to the core of the earth, close to the lava of the earth.

Finally, Ling Xue stopped.

"Dark Demon Holy Envoy, the entrance to the Holy Mountain is ahead. Ling Xue's eyes couldn't help but show fascination.

Anyone who joins the Holy Mountain is like this, and is proud of the Holy Mountain, like a high mountain, and a view and action, and will dedicate his life to the highest holy mountain.

At the end of that deep and dark passage, a portal appeared, ancient and desolate, exuding the breath of time, as if it had spanned thousands of years of history, from antiquity, to the depths of the future.

(End of chapter)