"Elder Heiyan, what's going on in this painting palace?" the great elder asked.
"I have already investigated, and there are restrictions on the Painting Palace. Only those under the age of fifty can enter," Elder Heiyan replied.
"That's okay, it's just enough for the disciples to go in," the great elder said with a smile.
Many ancestors left inheritances, either to their descendants or to people looking for inheritances.
Therefore, most inheritances are limited, and the ancestors who left the inheritance certainly do not want the older generation to snatch their inheritance.
This is why many sects bring some disciples with them when they come, and they have already thought of this possibility.
"Is it possible to break this restriction?" Elder Xing from the Shenri Holy Sect on the side thought for a while and asked.
"What kind of existence is Hua Qingqing? How can we break through the restrictions he set up?" Elder Heiyan shook his head and said: "This is only possible unless we use the emperor's real weapon. But according to my observation, once we forcefully break the restrictions, this painting
The palace will destroy itself."
"In that case, let the disciples go and open the painting palace tomorrow morning and enter together," the elder thought for a while and said.
The elders of the other two sects also nodded in agreement.
The great elder turned around and looked at the dense crowd of casual cultivators below who were waiting for the inheritance, and said loudly: "According to the negotiation between our three sects, we will enter the painting palace together tomorrow morning.
Disciples from the three sects will go in first, and the others will follow closely. Please pay attention to order. If anyone creates chaos, you will be responsible for the consequences."
The great elder's voice was so loud that it almost spread throughout Ziyang City.
When they heard that the painting palace was about to open, everyone was gearing up and eager to give it a try.
If there is really any lucky person who can get the inheritance of Hua Wuqing, it will be a great opportunity to jump over the dragon gate.
Because the time was set for tomorrow morning, many people gathered here slowly dispersed and returned to the inn where they rented.
Xu Zimo was about to find an inn to rest for the night, but just after walking a few steps, he heard someone calling his name.
He raised his head slightly and saw Meng Kuo standing by the window on the second floor of the restaurant next to him, shouting at him.
Meng Kuo was the eldest disciple of his father Xu Qingshan, who often played with Xu Zimo when he was young.
But then they were both busy practicing, and the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time.
For warriors like Meng Kuo who have reached the peak of the Zongmai Realm and are about to advance to the Imperial Vein Realm, there is no longer much meaning in staying in the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
They spend most of their time outside the sect practicing and tempering themselves.
Xu Zimo didn't originally plan to join the Zhenwu Holy Sect. He thought he could go in alone.
Anyway, he had been to the Painting Palace in his previous life, and he knew many things inside.
But now that Meng Kuo has seen it, he can no longer hide it.
Slowly walking up to the second floor of the restaurant, Meng Kuo looked at Xu Zimo and said with a smile: "Junior brother, why are you here?"
"I also came out to practice, and I happened to hear the news about the birth of the painting palace, so I came over to join in the fun," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
Meng Kuo is 1.9 meters tall. He looks very tall, and the muscles all over his body are bulging. He gives the impression of being very powerful.
He wore a black robe, covering his tall body entirely in the black robe.
The hair on the top of his head is somewhat similar to an afro, with some natural curls and all disheveled around him.
"Senior Brother Meng, when did you come back?" Xu Zimo said and walked upstairs.
He looked around and realized that the second floor should be a gathering place for many sect disciples.
There are not only disciples of Zhenwu Holy Sect here, but also disciples of Purgatory Holy Sect, Shenri Holy Sect and some other ordinary sects.
"I just came back a few days ago, and Master asked me to follow the Great Elder to come to this painting palace to have a look," Meng Kuo said with a smile: "Maybe this is an opportunity that will allow me to break through to the Imperial Vein Realm."
Xu Zimo smiled and nodded. He knew that Meng Kuo had been trapped in the Zunmai realm for a long time.
The training of a warrior becomes more difficult in the later stages, and the resistance to opening the veins also increases several times.
"Since you are here, then come in with me tomorrow, so that I can protect you," Meng Kuo said with a smile.
Xu Zimo nodded and did not object, because he knew that everyone would be separated individually after entering the painting palace.
No one knows which area they will be assigned to.
Xu Zimo was chatting with Meng Kuo when he saw a man and a woman walking next to him.
The woman was none other than the Holy Maiden of Purgatory Sect, while the man was wearing a black robe, with a black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes.
"Something's wrong," Meng Kuo looked at the two of them, frowned, and asked.
"Brother, he was the one who chopped me up before," Za Qinghua pointed at Xu Zimo and said to the man in black.
The man in black glanced at Xu Zimo, his eyes were still, like a pool of stagnant water.
It was as if he was looking at a dead person, very gloomy.
"Tianmozi, what do you want to do?" Meng Kuo slammed the table angrily and asked angrily.
This man is the Holy Son of the Purgatory Holy Sect. Very few people know his real name, and most people call him Tianmozi.
Tian Mozi glanced at Meng Kuo flatly, then looked at Xu Zimo, with a strong sense of suppression in his voice, and said lightly: "No one can hurt my sister, I will let you go this time.
If there is a next time, even if you are the crown prince of the Zhenwu Saint Sect, I will cut you into pieces."
"Tianmozi, do you want to start a war with our Holy Sect?" Meng Kuo said with an embarrassed expression.
However, Tianmozi ignored Meng Kuo from beginning to end, and just stared at Xu Zimo.
"It's okay, Senior Brother Meng," Xu Zimo smiled at Meng Kuo and shook his head.
Then he looked at Tian Mozi and said calmly: "You should take care of your sister and tell her not to provoke me."
Xu Zimo said as he stretched out his right hand and made a fist with his right hand. The fist made a "bang bang bang" sound because of the clenched fist.
"Otherwise, next time, I will smash her head to pieces, hard and mercilessly, like a watermelon, and then feed it to the dogs."
As Xu Zimo spoke, he grinned at Tianmozi. His laughter was very soft, but there was an unimaginable madness in his eyes.
Tian Mozi's expression was startled, and he saw his own shadow in Xu Zimo.
To a certain extent, the two of them are very similar, both are like an extreme lunatic who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.
Tian Mozi looked at Xu Zimo deeply, then turned around and left.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Za Qinghua followed with some confusion.
"Don't mess with him in the future," Tianmozi returned to his seat and said calmly.