The inheritance of the Martial Saint is also a major event for Canglan Holy Mountain.
After all, apart from dying in battle, if the martial saints of each generation can live out their lives, they will have a life span of more than a hundred years. It is not common for inheritance to happen.
This generation of Martial Saints has taken over the Canglan Mountain sect when they were young. Counting on the fingers, it has been almost a hundred years.
Most of the young disciples, even the disciples of the previous generation or two, were already Martial Saints when they were born, and they have long been accustomed to this old man's supreme status in Canglan Mountain.
If Feng Ziyue hadn't been so outstanding, these young disciples would have been terrified.
Pass the sixth level of the Tianwu Trial! Break through the fourth level of innateness at the age of fifteen! Kill the dragon demon alone and keep Canglan Mountain safe for ten years!
Just relying on this strength and achievements is enough to take over the position of Martial Saint!
Although everyone is confused as to why Wu Sheng is so eager to pass on the throne instead of waiting for another two years to let Feng Ziyue get more familiar with Canglan Mountain before passing on the throne, overall, people in Canglan Mountain are still happy. Feng Ziyue
As soon as Ziyue stepped out of the wing, he was greeted with cheers from all over the mountains and plains.
The new Martial Saint, the new era, the peace in the next ten years, and the unlimited potential of Feng Ziyue have filled these Canglan Mountain disciples with longing.
Only the state of mind of the person involved was not happy at all.
At the young age of fifteen, taking over the mastership of Canglan Holy Mountain, the holy land of martial arts, should have been an extremely glorious and proud thing. However, due to the confusing mystery before and the disappearance of his father Feng Bufan, Feng Ziyue
I can never let go.
When Feng Ziyue walked out of the wing, the elders from the Canglan Holy Mountain came to greet him. Several gray-haired old men carried a soft couch for him to sit on.
This is a bit embarrassing, but it is a tradition passed down by the Canglan Mountain Martial Saint. Feng Ziyue had no choice but to reluctantly sit down for a while. Fortunately, these old people carrying the soft couch was just a formality. They just lifted it up.
Eight young men took over and carried Feng Ziyue in a big circle in the mountains.
First we went to Qinglong Peak, then to White Tiger Peak, then to Suzaku Peak, and finally we circled back from Xuanwu Peak.
This is the Wusheng Parade Street, which has a very ancient feel. Naturally, there is cheering and excitement along the way.
After the four peaks turned around, we arrived at the gate of Zhenwu Palace.
I saw that the Zhenwu Palace today was very different. It was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the main door was wide open. The master of Zhenwu Palace, Bu Tianyi, was wearing colorful clothes and standing at the door, laughing.
"Welcome to the new Martial Saint!"
When he saw the soft couch where Feng Ziyue was sitting approaching, he immediately shouted loudly and led everyone to kneel down together, bowing three times and kowtowing nine times, which was extremely solemn.
"Welcome to the new Martial Saint!"
All the disciples at the gate of Zhenwu Palace knelt down together and shouted loudly, which shocked the world.
There is no better moment in life than at this time.
However, Feng Ziyue only managed to show a smile, and there was still an uneasy worry between his eyebrows.
After prostrating, Bu Tianyi stood up, walked to the couch, bowed his head respectfully and saluted, "Master Feng - no, New Martial Saint, please stay and enter the Zhenwu Palace, Master Martial Saint is waiting for you!"
Feng Ziyue nodded, and under his guidance, entered through the main entrance of Zhenwu Palace.
A thick golden blanket was spread under the feet, and all the way into the palace, Canglan Mountain disciples were neatly lined up on both sides. Wherever Feng Ziyue walked, it was like the autumn wind swept by, everyone bowed their heads and saluted, neatly and uniformly.
The scene in the palace has been decorated with splendor and splendor within a few days. The heritage of Canglan Mountain cannot be underestimated.
Wu Sheng was sitting in the middle of the hall, with a smile on his face, wearing a black attire, a crown on his head, and a jade seal in his hand, rubbing his hands.
This jade seal is the Wu Sheng Seal that represents the highest power in Canglan Mountain. It is milky white, crystal clear, and warm to the touch. Jade is originally a treasure that calms the mind and enhances luck. On the seal surface is engraved "Canglan Wu" The four big characters "Saint", with iron hooks and silver hooks, are very powerful and add a bit of kingly aura to this jade seal.
The crowd led Feng Ziyue and sat down opposite Wu Sheng. They all stepped back and prostrated themselves on the ground.
Even if Menghuang was unwilling, under this etiquette, he had to kneel down at the end.
In the entire hall, there were only four elders who could stand. Judging from their expressions, they were very happy and not at all angry that their power had been taken away by Feng Ziyue.
Everything seemed lively and harmonious, and there was really no shadow of darkness, but there was always a faint uneasiness in Feng Ziyue's heart.
"Haha!" Martial Saint's face glowed red and he laughed loudly, "New Martial Saint, inherited from Canglan Mountain, one sword and one seal, I gave you the Xuanmu Holy Sword a long time ago. Today you accept this Martial Saint Seal and you will officially become I am the master of the Canglan Mountain sect!"
"good!"
There was a burst of cheers from below.
Feng Ziyue reached out and took Wu Shengxi, bowed his head and thanked him.
But I heard the Martial Saint announce loudly, "From today on, Mr. Feng is our new Martial Saint in Canglan Mountain. However, according to the rules, he still needs to go to the holy spring in the back mountain and fast and bathe for three days before he can officially take over. Please invite me now." Four elders, lead the new Martial Saint to the Holy Spring!"
The four elders bowed together and agreed, facing Feng Ziyue, leading them out of the Zhenwu Palace and heading all the way to the back mountain.
Feng Ziyue hung a black wood holy sword on his waist and held the Martial Holy Seal in his hand. With just a slight touch, he felt that the things contained in it were not simple. It seemed to be the various martial arts insights of the Martial Saints of the past generations, which were sealed here in some way. In the Wu Sheng Seal, along the way, just a slight feeling, I feel that the benefits are endless.
However, he had no intention of thinking about it at this time. He followed the four elders all the way forward, passing through the quiet room where Wu Sheng originally lived. Going back further, the mountain road was rugged, and after turning two mountain cols, he saw the mountain peak on the opposite side. Above, a silver line hung down, and there was a roaring sound, but it was a waterfall.
Under the waterfall, there is a deep pool with steaming clouds and colorful haze on the pool, which is very magical.
This is the location of the Holy Spring of Canglan Mountain. It is said that soaking the body in the water of the Holy Spring can reshape one's body and soul, making the body and mind ethereal. Every generation of martial saints must bathe here and fast for three days when passing on.
"New Martial Saint, this is the Holy Spring of Canglan Mountain. We can't go any further. Please let New Martial Saint go there on your own for the rest of the way! Three days later, the four of us will still be waiting here."
The location of the holy spring is a forbidden area in Canglan Mountain. Except for the Martial Saint, no one else can enter easily.
Feng Ziyue nodded and said goodbye to the four elders. He walked forward slowly and walked to the edge of the holy spring. He stretched out his hand to fish in the pool and picked up a drop of water. He saw that the water droplets were crystal clear and extremely clear. There is also a strange fragrance in it, which is very magical.
He was not in a hurry to take off his clothes and take a bath. He just sat blankly by the pool, watching the waterfall cascading down and flying beads splashing jade, but he was still thinking in his heart.
The piece of cloth left by his father, Feng Bufan, was still in his hand. He couldn't figure out the key to it, and he always felt uneasy.
But everything is unclear, and now we can only take one step at a time. If that is not possible, after taking over the position of Martial Saint, we can send people to search the whole mountain and find the father no matter what, so that we can get the answer.
Feng Ziyue sighed, didn't bother to take off his clothes, and slowly stepped into the holy spring.
As soon as he stepped into the pool, he felt a warmth pouring into his body. It was very comfortable, as if someone was massaging every part of his body. He held his breath and walked deeper into the pool, feeling comfortable all over his body.
Waiting for the water to completely submerge me, I feel that my ears and eyes are clear, and even my spiritual consciousness has become clearer.
The water of this holy spring is indeed well-deserved. Feng Ziyue took a few steps forward. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw that the water in the pool was bottomless even with his eyesight.
Even if I search with my spiritual consciousness, I can't see where the bottom is.
He stopped moving forward and sat cross-legged on the spot. While continuing to think about the doubts in his heart, he also took the opportunity to practice martial arts and regulate his body. Under this holy spring, practicing martial arts would get twice the result with half the effort. The Martial Saint Seal in his hand
The various martial arts insights in his mind were corroborated with his own insights, and he felt that many martial arts problems that had always been difficult to solve in the past were easily solved. This rapid advancement of insights was really immersive.
Feng Ziyue secretly wondered, this state was almost comparable to an epiphany.
The so-called epiphany is a state of sudden enlightenment during martial arts practice. Within a short period of time, the mind is blessed and greatly improved. You can understand whatever you want and learn whatever you want immediately.
This kind of epiphany is actually based on long-term basic training and a sudden flash of inspiration by chance. It can be encountered but cannot be sought.
But the function of the holy spring seems to be able to artificially create this kind of enlightenment.
Feng Ziyue is very upset now, and he has just undergone a significant improvement in the Innate Ultimate Fruit and the Five-Color Innate Stone. Although the potential in the previous life has not been exhausted, there is not much left. Under this situation, he can still have
This effect is really amazing.
Canglan Holy Mountain has too many secrets!
Feng Ziyueqiang calmed himself. He also knew that it was useless to worry and worry now. Since he had reached this point, he might as well improve his strength as much as possible. In three days, he would officially take over the position of Martial Saint and fully understand Canglan.
The secret of the mountain, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you still have to find out your father Feng Bufan!
His mind was immersed in it, and the more calm he became, the better the effect of this epiphany would be.
There are countless ways of martial arts.
The martial saints of the past dynasties were all powerful figures with a wide range of interests. In the past, Feng Ziyue only focused on swords and was deficient in many aspects. Now that he has stepped into Xiantian, he has gathered 365 kinds of heaven and earth energy to defeat him.
This complicated way of heaven and earth energy was gathered into one sword, and all kinds of martial arts insights were extremely precious wealth to him.
Each generation of Martial Saint actually senses very different energy of heaven and earth.
For example, the first generation of Martial Saints sensed the power of light and was extremely righteous. The sentiments they left behind were also extremely upright and awe-inspiring, with a fierce righteousness that was pure and pure.
But there are also martial saints who are not such unruly people, but walk on the edge of light and darkness. For example, there is a generation of martial saints who realize the power of killing. Although his reputation is not spread in the world, his martial arts understanding is
With a cold murderous aura, Feng Ziyue sensed it with his spiritual thoughts, and could not help but stir up a cold war.
But generally speaking, the martial saints of the past dynasties are all upright people, so the thousand-year rules of Canglan Mountain have never been broken. They have always taken it as their duty to kill demons and eliminate demons. They have guarded the Ten Thousand Demon Cave for thousands of years, and no one has given up.
, Canglan Mountain is also worthy of the name of a famous and upright sect and a sacred place of martial arts.
Compared with Lihua Palace, another innate secret realm that is relatively well known in the secular world, it is countless times better.
Logically speaking, for such a well-known and decent sect with a history of thousands of years, there should be no conspiracy. Feng Ziyue was also asking himself, is he worrying too much?
"Huh?"
When Feng Ziyue was comprehending the martial arts knowledge of these martial sages of past dynasties, he suddenly discovered a strange thing.
In this Martial Saint Seal, there is no understanding of the contemporary Martial Saint - could it be because the time has not come yet, and it will take until he officially takes over before the contemporary Martial Saint can infuse his martial understanding into it?
This is a very strange place.
But Wu Sheng has never shown any ill will toward him. Even after he snatched the Holy White Xanthium Fruit and accidentally entered the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, he did not blame him.
Conditions of Holy Xanthium Fruit.
When he really killed the dragon demon, Wu Sheng also fulfilled his promise. Not only did he give himself the Holy White Xanthium Fruit, but he also gave up the position of Wu Sheng - just like what he said before, it seemed that he
He is really an old man who has no desires or desires.
Then what are you still doubting?
Feng Ziyue was thinking about it when he suddenly felt a pulling force on his body, as if it was pulling him forward. He was startled. When he opened his eyes hastily, he saw a black figure appearing in front of the pool.
Vortex, spinning wildly.
This suction force comes from this vortex!
Feng Ziyue was shocked, knowing that the pool in front of him was bottomless. If he was pulled in, even if he was an innate master, he would not be able to get rid of it. What's more, this area was still an area shrouded in pure white mist. Although he was
He inherited the position of Martial Saint, but he has not yet obtained the method to smoothly use the power of heaven and earth.
He took a deep breath and stepped back!
The waterfall flew down and rushed into the bottomless deep pool. It is normal for several whirlpools to appear in the pool water. However, such whirlpools are nothing more than a threat to ordinary people. Even ordinary warriors do not need to be afraid of them.
Feng Ziyue's strength is naturally far greater than that of ordinary warriors, but the black vortex is extremely special, and the suction force it emits is extremely powerful. Even he feels like he is fighting for it.
His heart trembled, he drew out his sword, and held several sword flowers under the water to break the attraction of the vortex. However, for some reason, when his Blackwood Holy Sword was unsheathed, the attraction of the vortex
, suddenly became larger.
Feng Ziyue's footing was unstable and he was pulled by the whirlpool. He stumbled and took a few steps forward.
One step in vain!
He has crossed the shallow water area at the edge of the pool and stepped into the bottomless pool!
The black whirlpool roared loudly, and Feng Ziyue had nowhere to draw strength. He was actually sucked into this violent whirlpool and could not escape!