Chapter 352
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Mu Xiao San Sheng
"Leader's order!"
After a long time, Fang Qingyun's whole body trembled, and he blurted out, his voice trembling.
About 10 years ago, for the sake of future generations, the Holy Master of Qingzong forcibly cut off all traces of cause and effect, and the token of the head of the sect, which symbolized power, was also buried in a corner of his homeland and sealed.
In the future, if there are highly talented juniors, the seal will be lifted, which means that Qingzong has a chance to revive.
Chen Qingyuan floated above the ancient hall, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of white light feathers, holy as a fairy, surrounded by dozens of Dao patterns of Qingzong's original origin, and there were waves of soft Dao sounds, which spread thousands of miles.
"Crack - bang!"
At this moment, the enchantment around the ancient temple was shattered by the white light.
Then, the ground began to collapse, and a huge mouth of an abyss with a diameter of thousands of miles appeared.
Not long after, the buried palaces emerged from the abyss and appeared in the world.
There are more than [-] temples, most of which are dilapidated, and few of them are completely preserved.
Was it corroded by time?
No.
The root cause was the plundering and plundering of the major forces in the Dizhou, which forced the Holy Master of the Qingzong to make such a bad move and retreat to the Northern Wilderness.Before leaving, he buried the few remaining places of inheritance and used his life to protect the origin of the sect.
After moving to the Northern Wilderness and doing everything well, the Holy Master exhausted his blood and vitality, and just sat down.
"This is the real site of Qingzong."
Even after so many years, Qingzong still retains so much heritage, which is amazing.
10 years ago, the masters of various sects were very suspicious, and Qingzong disappeared overnight.
What the world doesn't know is how many years the Holy Master of that era and a group of core elders secretly planned to prevent the major holy places from destroying the foundation of Qingzong, how much they suffered, and how much they paid.
"These......"
Chen Qingyuan looked at the huge palaces around him and was shocked.
Because he comes from the main vein, even if he holds the head token in his hand, he can't know the cause and effect.At this time, he was only amazed in his heart, but he didn't know how difficult it was for the ancestors in order to retain the foundation of Qingzong.
After all, you still have to practice to the late stage of Transcendence Tribulation Realm before you can figure out everything.
Some things are known through the mouths of others, and it is difficult to understand the misery in them.
Only when you get the inheritance, the soul travels the traces of the past years, and sees the figures of the ancestors with your own eyes, can you feel the same.
"clang--"
The hall where Chen Qingyuan was located was the main hall, and a partly broken ancient clock hung on the side hall on the left.
The ancient clock swayed lightly, and the bell rang.
Chen Qingyuan, holding the token of the head of the sect, saw a picture in a daze.
The bell rang, and all the disciples rushed to the main hall with the wind and swords.
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, it is magnificent.
Neat and uniform, waiting to be dispatched.
wow——
The screen is broken, like a mirror in a mirror, nothing in sight.
When he came back to his senses, Chen Qingyuan thought about how to break free from the laws of the Qingzong Ancient Palace and fell to the ground.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Not only did the sound of the ancient bell not stop, but the frequency became faster, the sound was heavy, and it resounded throughout the territory, shocking the souls of everyone present, and feeling a sense of awe inexplicably.
The token in Chen Qingyuan's hand flickered, and a blue light came out from the depths of the ancient hall, like a figure floating to the front desk outside the hall.
"No. 13 disciple of Qingzong, listen to the order."
Although the voice of Qingguang figure was weak, everyone could hear it very clearly.
"No. 17 generation disciple, Jia Xu, listen to the order."
Another blurry figure was condensed, standing outside the hall.
"Tian Yunan, listen to the order."
"..."
In just half a stick of incense, there are hundreds of figures.They are all the martyrs of the Qingzong, with unwavering will, silently guarding the place of origin.
Now that the sect master's token has been revived, and the ancient bell rings, it means that their mission has been completed, and they can leave this world without regret.
They don't need to think about the future, they believe that the future generations will inherit the will of their ancestors and restore the sect.
boom--
This scene fell into everyone's eyes, like a boulder on the lake, splashing countless streams of water, trembling to the extreme, trembling all over.
The old guys hiding in the dark had difficulty keeping calm and were stunned.
After so many years, Qingzong's will still exists in the world and has not dissipated until now.
Chen Qingyuan stood on a high place, his lips trembled slightly, and his face was full of awe.
Although he has not yet accepted the inheritance, he is very clear about the role Qingzong plays in this world.
The loner, the retrograde.
People in the world don't think of kindness, don't remember fate, and even laugh at their stupidity or oppression.
Don't look at these hundreds of figures are very vague, and the names are very strange.However, in their era, they were all well-known figures, coercing all walks of life.
"The 673rd generation disciple of Qingzong, Fang Qingyun, pays homage to the suzerain and waits for orders!"
Fang Qingyun was stunned for a long time, and then he suppressed the extremely excited heart, walked with heavy steps, walked to the end of the front hall, and saluted Chen Qingyuan.
Qingzong accepts disciples every hundred or thousand years, it all depends on fate.
"Boom"
As soon as these words came out, it was earth-shattering.
In an instant, the heroes were astonished, and the shock in their hearts rose to another level, which is difficult to describe in words.
The meaning of Fang Qingyun's words is already very clear.
Chen Qingyuan has been recognized by the sages of the Qingzong, and he controls the token that symbolizes the highest power of the Qingzong, which is enough to inherit the position of suzerain.
"This matter... got out of hand."
Things have developed to this point, and no one can predict what kind of sensation will be caused next.The only thing that can be guessed is that the cause-and-effect grievances between Qingzong and various forces in the world will be put on the bright side, and the world will no longer be peaceful.
For Qingzong to revive, it is inevitable to liquidate the past.
"With Chen Qingyuan's temperament, grievances and grievances are clearly distinguished, and he must be repaid. If he really wants to grow up, the consequences will be unimaginable."
The young Tianjiao who had dealt with Chen Qingyuan knew his temper well, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
"The 6th generation disciple of Qingzong, Dugu Changkong, obey orders."
Before everyone could recover their peace of mind, Dugu Changkong, dressed in commoner clothes, came from a distance, his face was old and he was about to die.
slam-la-
With the arrival of Dugu Changkong, this wave became more lively.
The old guy hiding in the dark couldn't bear it anymore, and showed his real body with a complicated expression.
"Senior Dugu."
Chen Qingyuan looked at Dugu Changkong who was present, no longer confused, moved his body vigorously, but still couldn't regain his freedom.
Fortunately, I can speak and ask directly: "Senior, what's going on? What should I do?"
"You hold the order of the head of the sect, and you have the right to dispatch the will of the sages. If there is no order, the sages will hardly be consummated, so let's send them a ride!"
Dugu Changkong pointed out.
"Junior understands."
Chen Qingyuan tightened the token in his hand, and nodded with a trace of pain.
After a long time, Fang Qingyun's whole body trembled, and he blurted out, his voice trembling.
About 10 years ago, for the sake of future generations, the Holy Master of Qingzong forcibly cut off all traces of cause and effect, and the token of the head of the sect, which symbolized power, was also buried in a corner of his homeland and sealed.
In the future, if there are highly talented juniors, the seal will be lifted, which means that Qingzong has a chance to revive.
Chen Qingyuan floated above the ancient hall, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of white light feathers, holy as a fairy, surrounded by dozens of Dao patterns of Qingzong's original origin, and there were waves of soft Dao sounds, which spread thousands of miles.
"Crack - bang!"
At this moment, the enchantment around the ancient temple was shattered by the white light.
Then, the ground began to collapse, and a huge mouth of an abyss with a diameter of thousands of miles appeared.
Not long after, the buried palaces emerged from the abyss and appeared in the world.
There are more than [-] temples, most of which are dilapidated, and few of them are completely preserved.
Was it corroded by time?
No.
The root cause was the plundering and plundering of the major forces in the Dizhou, which forced the Holy Master of the Qingzong to make such a bad move and retreat to the Northern Wilderness.Before leaving, he buried the few remaining places of inheritance and used his life to protect the origin of the sect.
After moving to the Northern Wilderness and doing everything well, the Holy Master exhausted his blood and vitality, and just sat down.
"This is the real site of Qingzong."
Even after so many years, Qingzong still retains so much heritage, which is amazing.
10 years ago, the masters of various sects were very suspicious, and Qingzong disappeared overnight.
What the world doesn't know is how many years the Holy Master of that era and a group of core elders secretly planned to prevent the major holy places from destroying the foundation of Qingzong, how much they suffered, and how much they paid.
"These......"
Chen Qingyuan looked at the huge palaces around him and was shocked.
Because he comes from the main vein, even if he holds the head token in his hand, he can't know the cause and effect.At this time, he was only amazed in his heart, but he didn't know how difficult it was for the ancestors in order to retain the foundation of Qingzong.
After all, you still have to practice to the late stage of Transcendence Tribulation Realm before you can figure out everything.
Some things are known through the mouths of others, and it is difficult to understand the misery in them.
Only when you get the inheritance, the soul travels the traces of the past years, and sees the figures of the ancestors with your own eyes, can you feel the same.
"clang--"
The hall where Chen Qingyuan was located was the main hall, and a partly broken ancient clock hung on the side hall on the left.
The ancient clock swayed lightly, and the bell rang.
Chen Qingyuan, holding the token of the head of the sect, saw a picture in a daze.
The bell rang, and all the disciples rushed to the main hall with the wind and swords.
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, it is magnificent.
Neat and uniform, waiting to be dispatched.
wow——
The screen is broken, like a mirror in a mirror, nothing in sight.
When he came back to his senses, Chen Qingyuan thought about how to break free from the laws of the Qingzong Ancient Palace and fell to the ground.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Not only did the sound of the ancient bell not stop, but the frequency became faster, the sound was heavy, and it resounded throughout the territory, shocking the souls of everyone present, and feeling a sense of awe inexplicably.
The token in Chen Qingyuan's hand flickered, and a blue light came out from the depths of the ancient hall, like a figure floating to the front desk outside the hall.
"No. 13 disciple of Qingzong, listen to the order."
Although the voice of Qingguang figure was weak, everyone could hear it very clearly.
"No. 17 generation disciple, Jia Xu, listen to the order."
Another blurry figure was condensed, standing outside the hall.
"Tian Yunan, listen to the order."
"..."
In just half a stick of incense, there are hundreds of figures.They are all the martyrs of the Qingzong, with unwavering will, silently guarding the place of origin.
Now that the sect master's token has been revived, and the ancient bell rings, it means that their mission has been completed, and they can leave this world without regret.
They don't need to think about the future, they believe that the future generations will inherit the will of their ancestors and restore the sect.
boom--
This scene fell into everyone's eyes, like a boulder on the lake, splashing countless streams of water, trembling to the extreme, trembling all over.
The old guys hiding in the dark had difficulty keeping calm and were stunned.
After so many years, Qingzong's will still exists in the world and has not dissipated until now.
Chen Qingyuan stood on a high place, his lips trembled slightly, and his face was full of awe.
Although he has not yet accepted the inheritance, he is very clear about the role Qingzong plays in this world.
The loner, the retrograde.
People in the world don't think of kindness, don't remember fate, and even laugh at their stupidity or oppression.
Don't look at these hundreds of figures are very vague, and the names are very strange.However, in their era, they were all well-known figures, coercing all walks of life.
"The 673rd generation disciple of Qingzong, Fang Qingyun, pays homage to the suzerain and waits for orders!"
Fang Qingyun was stunned for a long time, and then he suppressed the extremely excited heart, walked with heavy steps, walked to the end of the front hall, and saluted Chen Qingyuan.
Qingzong accepts disciples every hundred or thousand years, it all depends on fate.
"Boom"
As soon as these words came out, it was earth-shattering.
In an instant, the heroes were astonished, and the shock in their hearts rose to another level, which is difficult to describe in words.
The meaning of Fang Qingyun's words is already very clear.
Chen Qingyuan has been recognized by the sages of the Qingzong, and he controls the token that symbolizes the highest power of the Qingzong, which is enough to inherit the position of suzerain.
"This matter... got out of hand."
Things have developed to this point, and no one can predict what kind of sensation will be caused next.The only thing that can be guessed is that the cause-and-effect grievances between Qingzong and various forces in the world will be put on the bright side, and the world will no longer be peaceful.
For Qingzong to revive, it is inevitable to liquidate the past.
"With Chen Qingyuan's temperament, grievances and grievances are clearly distinguished, and he must be repaid. If he really wants to grow up, the consequences will be unimaginable."
The young Tianjiao who had dealt with Chen Qingyuan knew his temper well, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
"The 6th generation disciple of Qingzong, Dugu Changkong, obey orders."
Before everyone could recover their peace of mind, Dugu Changkong, dressed in commoner clothes, came from a distance, his face was old and he was about to die.
slam-la-
With the arrival of Dugu Changkong, this wave became more lively.
The old guy hiding in the dark couldn't bear it anymore, and showed his real body with a complicated expression.
"Senior Dugu."
Chen Qingyuan looked at Dugu Changkong who was present, no longer confused, moved his body vigorously, but still couldn't regain his freedom.
Fortunately, I can speak and ask directly: "Senior, what's going on? What should I do?"
"You hold the order of the head of the sect, and you have the right to dispatch the will of the sages. If there is no order, the sages will hardly be consummated, so let's send them a ride!"
Dugu Changkong pointed out.
"Junior understands."
Chen Qingyuan tightened the token in his hand, and nodded with a trace of pain.
