[Chapter 1222: The core of the ancient palace, the Holy Martial Monument! 】
For the huge ancient Xuanyuan battlefield, the arrival of Fengziyue was like a pebble thrown into the sea, without causing much disturbance.
The setting sun is still like blood, and the desert is still windy and sandy.
Gods, demons, demons, ghosts, and beasts, the strong ones from the five tribes, are still killing weak humans wantonly, constantly expanding their tribe's sphere of influence.
No one noticed the traces of this young man underground.
Feng Ziyue didn't know how much time had passed.
The underground journey was extremely long. Even at the speed of the underground train, it took me no idea how long it took to finally reach the destination.
"arrive!"
Old Mo Qiu, who had been practicing meditation with his eyes closed for a period of time, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining with pious light.
At the same time, with a sharp sound of metal friction, the ground-opening vehicle came to an abrupt stop.
The car door opened with a crash, revealing a brightly lit hall!
The center of human power, the only safe place for mankind in the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield, the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace has arrived!
Outside the car door, a group of old people dressed in white were neatly lined up. They were waiting in the hall with expressionless faces, their eyes full of indifference.
They are the deacons of Xuanyuan Ancient Palace who come to welcome outsiders.
But perhaps because they have experienced too many disappointments, there is no such excitement on their faces as the people in Yuanjue Mountain.
"The Pi Di chariot came from the West. Who led the outsiders here?"
The leader, the old man in white, asked in a cold tone.
The old man Mo Qiu hurriedly took a step forward and saluted respectfully, "Master Deacon, this is Mo Qiu, the master of Yuanjue Mountain. He is the descendant of Yuan Fojue Zai's tribe. He has led the outsider Feng Ziyue here."
"oh……"
Hearing Yuan Fo Jue Zai's name, the old man in white nodded slightly. "Yes, he is a well-known and upright sect. You have made a contribution this time. Go to the outer hall to receive the reward yourself."
He paid no attention to Old Man Mo Qiu, and did not even look at him. However, Old Man Mo Qiu burst into tears of gratitude, saluted, nodded to Feng Ziyue, and hurriedly exited, obviously anxious for his reward.
At this time, the eyes of the old man in white turned to Feng Ziyue. He stared at Feng Ziyue for a long time and nodded slightly.
"My kid's foundation is pretty good. I hope you won't disappoint us this time. Come with me!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without even looking back. The old people around him all dispersed in a rush. Feng Ziyue was startled for a moment, then hurried two steps to follow behind the old man in white.
"Old sir, I don't know what to call you. Now that I'm here, I don't know what to do?"
Feng Ziyue was full of doubts and couldn't help but ask questions.
The old man in white stopped and turned back to give Feng Ziyue a meaningful look. "I am the deacon of Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, and he is also a mortal man. It is meaningless for you to ask me my name, but you are in this ancient palace.
I will be responsible for the three years of middle school. It would be troublesome if I didn’t have a name, so just call me the Living Dead..."
"The living dead?"
Feng Ziyue was even more stunned, but he saw the indifferent expression on the old man's face, as if life and death really didn't make any difference in his eyes.
He was shocked all over, and his heart was even tighter.
The living dead man smiled indifferently, turned around and continued to walk forward, "Don't ask any more questions, your time is precious, I will take you to the core of the ancient palace now to choose the martial arts that suits you. I think Yuan Fojue Zai's disciples and grandsons should
I also explained to you the rules of my Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, so don’t waste these three years!"
There are countless peerless martial arts hidden in the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, but it is not that easy to achieve success within three years.
Even with the help of the ancient palace's elixirs and resources at all costs, success may not be guaranteed. Only by incomparable diligence and hard work can there be a glimmer of hope.
I don’t know how long they walked, but the corridor of Xuanyuan Ancient Palace seemed to be endless. It wasn’t until Feng Ziyue couldn’t help but was about to ask, that the living dead stopped.
"arrive."
Although his tone was calm, he could not help but feel a bit proud.
"This is the core of Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, the gathering place of human martial arts, and the Holy Martial Monument!"
As his voice fell, a ball of light exploded in front of him, like a white rainbow that penetrated the sky, showing a crystal clear area in front of Feng Ziyue!
Magnificent!
vast!
Feng Ziyue looked up and saw this monument made of unknown materials towering into the clouds. No matter where the top was, he couldn't see where it was. The white body of the monument was densely engraved with writings. When he glanced over it, he saw
You can see thought-provoking and mysterious records of martial arts!
"On the Holy Martial Monument, all the human martial arts worth remembering on the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield are recorded. As of yesterday, there were a total of 32,859,721 kinds. Every ten days,
There will be new martial arts engraved on it. Among these more than 30 million martial arts, there must be one that is suitable for you..."
The living dead pointed at the tall Holy Martial Monument with a fascinated expression on his face.
"Since you came from the outside world, Xuanyuan Ancient Palace is full of expectations for you. You can choose any three of the martial arts to be imprinted and slowly practice them in three years..."
He paused, then couldn't help but remind him.
"But in my opinion, it is okay to take three kinds of martial arts, but it is enough to only practice one of them in three years."
The martial arts on the Holy Martial Heaven Monument are mysterious and magical. It is already a great thing to be able to learn one kind of martial arts within three years. If you practice three martial arts at the same time, there is almost no hope of success.
"In these three years, Xuanyuan Ancient Palace will provide you with everything you need to practice this martial arts. If you can succeed, you can immediately become the deacon of the ancient palace and become the backbone of our human race against the five races in the future..."
This is the expectation of Xuanyuan Ancient Palace. If outsiders can grow up, it will be of great help to the resistance of the human race. This is a truth proved by the blood of the sages of the past generations.
It's a pity that there are not so many outsiders who can grow up.
Once they have signs of success, Gu Gong will naturally train them at all costs and become deacons of Gu Gong. They can almost be said to be the most prestigious and privileged people in Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield. They can let go of the problem of survival.
Concentrate on practicing martial arts.
In other words, they can also be regarded as the last hope of the human race.
"If it doesn't work..."
There was a strange expression on the face of the living dead, and he took a deep look at Feng Ziyue.
"That person should have already told you, right? But I still want to make it clear that if an outsider is abandoned by Xuanyuan Ancient Palace—"
He sighed.
"——It's no different from death!" v
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