Thirty-eight thousand steps to reach the top.

Looking around, you can see the overall situation of Mingyang Shenzong at a glance. More than a hundred palaces, palaces, towers, and even the sect protection formation can be seen very clearly.

It will reach the top of the mountain and overlook all the mountains.

The main peak of the Mingyang Shenzong is higher than the highest spiritual peak in the Wandi Realm, and the surrounding pattern is even more amazing.

Above the main peak is a huge square, and in front of the square is a temple.

The main hall standing in the center is open with a bronze door open.

"Mingyang Temple"

Four quaint copper-building characters are inlaid on the old sandalwood plaque, exuding a long-lasting atmosphere of time.

Jian Fengyun could feel the Tao that the hall in front of him was a building a long time ago. In addition to its magnificent aura, it also had a shocking pressure.

This kind of pressure cannot be described, it should be the Taoist tradition of the Mingyang Shenzong.

"Sect Master, aren't you going to the Ancestor's Hall?"

At this moment, Jian Fengyun finally couldn't help asking.

Behind this hall is a cliff surrounded by mist, so there should be no way out.

"Just follow me."

Wan Buyi looked serious and said.

His figure walked ahead and led the way.

Surprisingly, there were only a dozen disciples guarding the huge Mingyang Shenzong Master Peak. Their cultivation level was a little higher than that of the guard disciples outside the mountain gate, almost around the nine-star divine essence realm to the half-step divine king realm.

Although it is stronger than the disciples guarding the mountain gate, not many of them are stronger.

Moreover, along the way, there have not been many disciples in the Mingyang Shenzong who have practiced above the Divine King Realm. Even if there are, there are no one else, and they are all living in small palaces to practice.

Jian Fengyun could only sense these with his soul power.

According to such an ancient inheritance of the Mingyang Shenzong, there should not be only disciples of this level.

what is going on?

He was very confused and looked around from time to time, with a magnificent aura, unlike a small inheritance.

"Are you very puzzled why the disciples of Mingyang Shenzong are not very good at cultivation?"

Wan Buyi felt Jian Fengyun's pace slow behind him, and couldn't help but slow down and asked.

"I'm indeed a little confused. I see that Mingyang Shenzong looks like he has gone through years and is definitely very ancient and extraordinary. Moreover, the qualifications of these disciples are not bad, and the overall realm should not be so low."

Jian Fengyun nodded. Since Wan Buyi had no taboos, he could ask.

"Actually, all this was not like this ten thousand years ago. At that time, the Mingyang Shenzong was still the top sects in China in the five realms. However, at that time, the 1,166th generation of the sect leader led all the elders of the sect to step into a dead land, and in the end they did not survive. From then on, the core skills of the Mingyang Shenzong were cut off. Since then, the skills practiced by each generation of disciples have only been some ordinary recorded skills."

Wan Buyi nodded and said.

"Ten thousand years ago?"

Jian Fengyun was a little confused. Ten thousand years ago, he was not born in his first life.

He could not imagine what changes had happened in the galaxy. After all, he didn't know what the world was like at that time.

"Yes, it was ten thousand years ago. At that time, I had not entered the upper realm. This matter was only recorded in ancient books of the sect, which I saw by chance." Wan Buyi's face was heavy, as if he had a deep taboo about what happened ten thousand years ago.

"oh."

Jian Fengyun nodded thoughtfully.

I think there must have been a huge change in the galaxy ten thousand years ago, otherwise why would the leader of the Mingyang Shenzong have to lead people into the Jedi, and that will lead to no one living.

There must be something strange about this matter, but with his current strength, he is not suitable to dig into the bottom line.

"You don't have to worry too much. In addition to the predecessors of the sect who were ten thousand years ago, the Ancestor Hall can also preach. Every disciple who stepped into the Mingyang Shenzong has the opportunity to go to the Ancestor Hall once and receive a inheritance. However, the inheritance is strong and weak, and it is difficult for one person to accept all the inheritance. Therefore, after so many years, the vitality of the Mingyang Shenzong has not yet recovered, and he dare not recruit more disciples."

Wan Buyi glanced at Jian Fengyun and then said.

Jian Fengyun's eyes flashed, and then his eyes were determined, and he said, "So, this time the road to sages is what you mean. To recruit a genius to become the young sect leader of the Mingyang Shenzong, enter the Ancestor Hall, obtain all the inheritance, and then pass on it?"

Listening to Wan Buyi's words, he couldn't help but think that this time he could not only become a disciple of the Holy Alliance, but also a chance to become the young sect leader of the Mingyang Shenzong.

It must be that Mingyang Shenzong and the Holy Academy explained this matter that such rules were found.

"This is not what I mean, it is the meaning of the elders in the ancestor's hall. They know that the war between gods and demons is about to begin again and the troubled times are coming. If the inheritance of the Mingyang Shenzong is not retrieved, they will be very passive in the troubled times."

Wan Buyi walked away and said.

"Too."

Jian Fengyun responded and then fell into deep thought.

He saw with his own eyes the power of the demon clan, and the current strength of the Mingyang Shenzong is indeed not stable.

Walk through the bronze door and step into the huge Mingyang Temple.

Inside the hall, there is an altar with three thousand cushions, surrounded by quiet and deep, with eight pillars distributed in hexagonal shapes. Each pillar is engraved with dense ancient texts, as if it records some ancient heritage. It’s a pity that I can’t understand the meaning of the ancient texts.

Judging from the layout, it is enough to see that there will be prosperity here in the past, and three thousand disciples listen to the sermon here.

When you walked through the hall and reached the rear, there was a side door, which was 8 meters tall and 1 meter wide, allowing only one person to pass through.

Jian Fengyun followed Wan Buyi through the door and saw the cliff behind him.

The surroundings were filled with mist, and the whiteness in front of me was so deep that I couldn't see how deep it was below.

No way?

Jian Fengyun was puzzled in his heart. In front of him was a bottomless cliff, with clouds and mists swaying, deep and bottomless, and no road to see.

At this moment, Wan Buyi made a magic trick in his hand.

The magic trick fell into the void and splashed the waves all over the sky. In the void, countless array patterns lit up alternately.

Click! Click! Click!...

The huge sound of gears rotating sounded in Jian Fengyun's ears, and he could feel the slight vibration under his feet.

After a while, an iron chain bridge suddenly appeared in the clouds and mist, shaking slightly, and the iron chain was stained with frost and white light.

"Is this?" Jian Fengyun asked in confusion.

"The Han Cable Bridge leads to the Ancestor's Hall, just follow me."

Wan Buyi said, and his feet gently touched the void, and his figure fell on the iron chain.

"Be careful, you cannot use divine power over this cliff, you need to control your balance."
Chapter completed!