Sword God

Offering sacrifices to the heavens with monsters and beasts originated from the ancient spread and is a custom and a symbol.

Whether or not offering sacrifices to heaven is actually unclear. Perhaps it is possible or not. However, long-term habits have not changed and will not change. This represents a major event and has great significance.

It is said that the stronger the monster is to sacrifice the sky, the better the effect.

The black sword tiger jiao is a powerful monster, a powerful monster that Linshanhou can only capture with his own hands. At this time, the soldiers carrying the bound black monsters, each of them is Linshanhou's guard, At least there are cultivation practices in the middle of the real martial arts.

Cut the throat of the black blade tiger blame, bleeding, the black blade tiger blaze desperately, but unable to break free, can only become more and more powerless, the rich bloody smell permeates around, can not be opened, the scarlet color is so shockingly thick The lines of the platform flow quickly, staining the lines red.

Everyone looked solemn.

Sacrificial offerings are very important rituals and must not be disturbed.

Lin Shanhou took Chen Zongru to fly by the wind, fell on the altar, looked up at the sky, his hands spread out, the blood in the altar flew, as if rising into the mist, surrounded by Linshan, constantly Surging into the sky, in the sky, forming the phantom of the black sword and the tiger.

Then, first read a sacrifice that sounds like Xuan Zhi and Xuan doesn't know what it means. Although he can't hear it, it is full of rhythm, like singing.

"Taking heaven as proof and ground as inheritance, I am here to accept Chen Zong as a disciple..." Lin Shanhou's voice was solemn and resounded in all directions, echoing endlessly.

Rumble, blue sky and white day, but there is a thundering sound, as if it is a response to Linshanhou.

Just above the altar, Chen Zong waited for the worship of Linshan.

"Ha ha ha ha, get up, my good disciple." Lin Shanhou laughed more than ever, reaching for Chen Zong.

For the disciple of Chen Zong, Lin Shanhou was satisfied from the heart, beyond the limit.

Throughout the history of the Yunlong dynasty, no one has ever been able to get started with Wuzhen practice in just one month, which represents endless potential and unlimited possibilities in the future.

What could be more satisfying for a disciple who has great hopes for success in the future?

At the end of the ceremony, Lin Shanhou returned to his seat with Chen Zong.

Fine wine and food are presented.

All the people who come here have gifts, but they are some of the more common gifts, Lingbei weapons, etc., which have already been registered and collected by the people in Hou.

The next time is the more free time, where everyone can talk about it, and let the younger generations learn from each other and so on.

"Hou Ye, you can start." The main prince of Yindaobaobao suddenly said, sharp eyes, after sweeping Chen Zong, fell on Linshanhou's face.

Everyone was a little unclear. Therefore, if he thought about Duan Zhixing's trip, he couldn't think of anything. Only Situ Zhanzhan, Lin Shanhou and Chen Zong knew what was going on.

Gambling!

Yes, as long as Situ Zhanzhan had already found Linshanhou, and made a request for gambling.

The object of the gambling war is naturally the first place on the Silver Knife Castle Mad Knife list, which is also the disciple of Yang Tuozhao and the disciple of Lin Shanhou Chen Zong.

The bet is naturally the ground-breaking skill of the ground, and the side of the Silver Knife Castle must also make enough bets. The value of the ground-level skill is extremely high. Therefore, the Silver Knife Castle has to Hemorrhage, take out a treasure: bright light treasure armor.

According to Lin Shanhou told Chen Zong, Mingguang Baojia is a false spirit weapon.

What is a false magic weapon?

Chen Zong didn't know it at first, and didn't understand it until Lin Shanhou explained it, and then he was surprised.

In the world of warriors, weapons and armor are divided into two major levels. The first major level corresponds to the ordinary level. For example, the two swords used by Chen Zong belong to the first major level.

The so-called ordinary iron, fine iron, and even god iron are all like this, and the second largest level is the spirit. According to its classification, there are spirit soldiers, spirit armors, and spirit treasures.

To put it simply, the magic weapon corresponds to the transcendent realm.

Only the strongest in the extraordinary realm can really use the magic weapon and exert its power.

After many years, with the efforts of many refining masters, a way to enable the warriors below the realm to use the extra power of using weapons, that is, pseudo-spiritual weapons.

Pseudo-spiritual weapons are superior to ordinary weapons, possessing the power of some spiritual weapons, but they cannot be compared with spiritual weapons.

As long as the real martial arts warrior, it is easier to use the power contained in the pseudo-spiritual weapon to further improve himself, and it is also possible to practice the powerful realm warrior, but it is more difficult.

The value of pseudo-artifacts is very high, and most people can not get it. That piece of bright light armor is one of only two pseudo-artifacts in Silverblade Castle.

If it were not for the prestige of the prestige of the prefecture-level, if it was not for the strength and status of Linshanhou, it would be unwilling to use the Mingguang Baojia as a bet.

But there is no way to take risks in order to make the world-class unique.

The pay and benefit are often proportional, and the white wolf with empty gloves also depends on the object.

"Of course." Lin Shanhou smiled slightly.

If before, you might worry that Chen Zong might be defeated, but now, Linshan is full of confidence, and the Mingguang Baojia of Silverblade Castle seems to be recruiting.

Even in Linshanhou's status, the value of a pseudo-spiritual weapon cannot be ignored.

Seeing the smile on Lin Shanhou’s face, I don’t know why. Situ Zhan suddenly felt a little cold and had a bad feeling, but the matter is now, there is no way out, I can only hope that my disciples can defeat Chen Zong .

Thinking of his disciples, Situ Zhanzhan flashed a smile in his eyes. After his whole month of teaching, he may not reach the four-star power, but at the three-star level, it is definitely the most extreme.

As long as Chen Zong does not have a four-star combat capability, he is by no means an opponent.

After Lin Shanhou agreed, the young man behind Situ Zhanzhan stepped forward. His original clear and plain eyes flashed sharply and sharply, such as a long sword out of the sheath, which was amazingly sharp and forced to shoot at Chen Zong through the air.

Chen Zong looked at the past without fear, and the invisible sharpness collided in the air.

Everyone is looking forward to it, because it will be a battle of dragons and tigers, and this will also be the time when they see the strength of Linshan's disciples.

Behind the main trip of Aojian Mountain Villa is a young man with a sharp eye like a sword edge, and there is a breath of sword all over his body. It is the son of Duan Zhixing and the first in the Aojian Mountain Villa One person: Duan Chenjian.

Duan Chenjian and Yang Tianzhao are also old rivals. As for Chen Zong, he was very curious when he saw it for the first time.

"Hahahaha, waiting for the mountain, the apprentice ceremony and other major events, you didn't even notify me." Some rough laughter suddenly sounded and appeared very abrupt, ringing like Hong Zhong, interrupting Chen Zong and Yang Tian. The confrontation between Zhao also attracted everyone's attention.

Lin Shanhou frowned slightly, and seemed a little unhappy.

uninvited guest.

I saw two people appearing at the gate of Linshanyuan. One person stood tall and gigantic. He was as strong as a hill. This is a middle-aged man in his forties. His strong body exudes amazing things all the time. The oppression of each other, as if squeezing the surrounding air away, walked with a burst of roar.

Everyone's pupils contracted, especially Situ Zhan and Duan Zhixing, who felt more clearly. It was a strong man, a strong man who threatened their lives. At least, it was also a pseudo-supernatural.

As for the transcendent realm, that is impossible, because the transcendent realm will not appear randomly, even if it is the apprentice ceremony, unless Linshanhou itself is also a transcendent realm.

As for the young man who followed him, although he was also very eye-catching, he was neglected for a while. After all, he could not gain the limelight beside a pseudo-transcendent powerhouse until he reached the pseudo-transcendent realm.

"Wushanhou, you are not staying in your Wushan County. Run me to do something here." Linshanhou did not get up, his voice was not slow, and fell in the ears of everyone, but it was like a thunder.

Wushanhou, Wushan County!

The identity of this extremely strong pseudo-transcendent powerhouse is just around the corner.

A prince with the same status as Linshanhou.

Everyone quickly got up to salute.

No way, this is a dynasty, Hou Ye's position is very high, and his rights are also great.

"You accept your disciples, such important events, I have to take time to say anything." Wu Shanhou laughed, listening as if an old friend came to send a blessing, but everyone can hear the grief in that laughter kindness.

Yes, Wushan County and Linshan County are adjacent, but Wushanhou and Linshanhou are not good friends. In fact, they are old opponents with similar strengths. It is impossible to say who is stronger and who is weaker, but they will compete with each other. You can’t kill, you can’t hurt, and it’s always okay to drop your nausea and fall on your face.

This time, the purpose of Wushan Houte running over was to hit Lin Shanhou's face. The way of hitting the face naturally fell on Chen Zong.

"Coincidentally, a few months ago I took a disciple, hey, it was him." Wu Shanhou pointed to the young man standing next to him, his eyes dazzled, and the most impressive impression was a pair of arms, very long, Like the ape arm: "He is called the flying ape and his strength is not bad."

The flying ape's eyes swept across Chen Zong's face, and the corners of his mouth were cocked, full of provocation.

"How about, Linshanhou, let my disciples fight with your disciples." Wushanhou laughed.

In his perception, Wu Shanhou's disciple Fei Xiu Xiu was in the mid-ninth phase of training in Jingjing. As for its combat strength, it was unclear. After all, it is difficult to make accurate judgments without fighting.

Wu Shanhou's words immediately became a bit subtle as soon as they were exported.

Yang Tianzhao and Chen Zong, who were supposed to be Silver Knife Castle, had not started yet, but there were two unexpected visitors, Wu Shanhou and his disciple Fei Ape.

So now, who is going to fight with whom?

"Hehehehe, it's quite lively." At this time, another voice came from outside, not as rough and rough as Wushanhou, a little bit sharp, and it also gave people a hint of coldness, like The gusty winds blew up, and the cold rose involuntarily.