The Lan Family Family Sacrifice Hall is less majestic and majestic than the Wuzhou Yuanqi Hall, but more sinister and solemn.

The sacrificial hall was empty, without any decoration. Not even the Lan family's unique flying demon tiger pattern could be seen, only dark walls and tall stone pillars could be seen.

In the center stands a large piece of tall blood-red stone, one stone holding up the sky. It looks ordinary, but it is full of momentum.

The surroundings were surrounded by the power of black souls, but there was occasionally blood-red mist on the altar, which looked a bit scary.

Lan Xin boldly walked in and looked around. There was only an old woman with gray hair dozing beside her, and she didn't seem to notice anyone coming in.

Lan Xin took a breath and looked at the terrifying blood-red altar, still feeling a little timid.

To be honest, at Lanzhou Academy, she had seen tragic scenes where the plague was prevalent and dead bodies were everywhere. At Xuzhou Martial Arts Academy, she had seen ghost warriors from Wei Ling kill Instructor Wang who had evil intentions.

In the Immortal Valley, he fought alongside Wei Ling and Gui Gongzi, and also helped them resist Xuzhou's crusade.

But she has never really killed with murderous intent, so she is always a little afraid in front of the bloody altar.

It is a kind of fear of death among the living, and aversion and resistance to the bloody instinct.

Lan Xin has always known that her mother-queen is a meritorious king who guards one side, and she will most likely join the army and go to the battlefield in the future.

As she kept getting closer to the altar, she seemed to hear thousands of troops galloping, and the shouts of killing kept coming, and she seemed to be immersed in it.

When she shook her head vigorously, trying to stay awake, she couldn't control her body.

She felt as if something was about to move inside her body, and a black flying demon tiger appeared in her mind, constantly flying and roaring loudly.

So is this the evil spirit inherited from her bloodline causing trouble?

Lan Xin looked at the old woman who was still dozing next to her. She saw that her face was wrinkled and she was about to die. She was not sure whether this was an old man who guarded the memorial hall or just a veteran?

Now Lan Xin already knows that the people and cultivators in this world will always maintain the strongest spiritual power and will not age.

Just like the great-grandfather she had met in Ice Phoenix Valley before, and the King Tianqi she had met in Lanzhou, they were both from the same generation of great-grandfathers, and they could not tell their age.

Especially my great-grandfather, who is known to the world as Feng Jun. If you estimate, he is already seventy or eighty years old, and he still has a peerless appearance.

This old woman is only wearing a very ordinary black tiger armor. Since her hair has turned gray, it may be due to her low strength that she will grow old, sick and die like ordinary people.

Of course, it could also be that a powerful practitioner was fatally injured and became like this.

Lan Xin thought for a moment, and then bowed to a noble salute in a formal manner: "Senior, junior Lan Xin is here to choose the soul. I would like to ask senior for some advice."

The old woman opened her eyes slightly, her cloudy eyes full of doubts: "You have already reached the Qi Condensation stage, junior?"

Lan Xin quickly replied: "Yes, senior. This junior has already reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation Stage. He needs to choose Yuanhun to assist in cultivation in order to hit the Golden Core Stage."

"Strike to the Golden Core stage? Haha, let's choose Yuanhun first!" The old woman probed Lan Xin's Yuan Power and felt that she was not lying, but she still scoffed a little.

"Please, senior!" Lan Xin replied politely. She followed the old woman and came to stand in front of the blood-red altar.

"Junior, most of us in the Yueyanglan Sect are rough people, so don't use the etiquette of the Yilinglan Sect. It looks very awkward." The old woman seemed to have a bad temper. From the moment she opened her eyes until now, she has been in a state of confusion.

He looked like he was in a bad mood.

I wonder if it disturbed her sleep?

But Lan Xin doesn't care. As a caretaker, it is the duty of helping the younger members of the family choose their souls.

But now that the old woman said this, Lan Xin stood up openly and showed a fearless look, losing her previous polite and courteous look.

"That's what you're talking about. Come on, junior. Since your strength has reached the late stage of Qi Condensation, it's time to choose a soul that suits you. Now stretch out your hands, concentrate, and stand facing the altar."

Although the old woman tried her best to look like a strong soldier, she might have been injured, causing her to stand a little unsteadily.

Lan Xin followed the old woman's request and suddenly asked a little strangely: "Senior, what did you mean by choosing a soul that suits me just now? Can we, the Lan family, choose other souls?"

Lan Xinshi was really confused. Why didn't the Yueyang Lan Sect's flying demon tiger soul be chosen for this altar?

"Condensing the soul is easier said than done. Ahem, most of our Yueyang Lan Sect's bloodline is naturally willing to choose the soul of the Flying Demon Tiger. But if we don't have enough qualifications and opportunities, it's useless to choose. We still can't condense its soul. Everything is just

Waste of time and energy!”

"The ceremony of selecting the soul will start in a moment. Others cannot interfere with your choice, so I will tell you in advance. If you choose the soul of the Flying Demon Tiger, there will be no response. Don't be obsessed with it and choose the next level immediately.

Yuanhun."

"My child, the soul of the Flying Demon Tiger is also a top-level soul in the Tianlong Empire, so not everyone is lucky enough to have the power of its soul to practice."

After listening to the old woman's words, Lan Xin also lowered his head and looked at himself.

Because in the past few days, she was either training with Lan Ning or competing with Long Ye'er. She always wore ordinary black tiger armor, no wonder the old woman didn't recognize her.

"Senior, I hear what you want. This junior will choose a soul later. Is it okay if it is not the soul of the Flying Demon Tiger?" Lan Xin did not explain her identity, but continued to ask.

"It seems that you still have some self-awareness and are not the kind of stubborn person who insists on the soul of the Flying Demon Tiger. After the selection ceremony is started, you will see various souls appear one after another from strong to weak. You can choose the one you like.

Yuanhun, if it also chooses you, then you can get its cultivation method."

"In the future, you will practice more diligently to cultivate the power of the soul according to the cultivation method. Once you have achieved success, you can try to condense the soul when the Yuan Qi Palace is opened."

"And you have condensed the Yuan Soul. After passing the test of the Yuan Qi Palace, you can truly use the Yuan Soul to cultivate your Yuan Power and have the possibility of breaking through the Golden Pill."

Although the old woman looked impatient, she still explained conscientiously.

Lan Xin understood and nodded: "Senior, junior has taken note of it. Can we start now?"

"Hmm~ Wait a minute, come and register your name here first."

The old woman was about to start the selection mode when she suddenly thought of something. She took out a dusty booklet and a pen from her arms and walked over to Lan Xin.

Lan Xin was originally looking forward to selecting the mode, and was planning to select the soul and practice hard at night. Upon hearing this, her face changed drastically, and she retracted her outstretched hand involuntarily.

"What's wrong?" The old woman was confused.

"Senior, this junior is not... illiterate!" Lan Xin said slowly with a bitter smile.

"Oh, it's okay. Our Yueyang Lan Sect values ​​strength, and it doesn't matter if you are illiterate."
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