As soon as these words came out, it stirred up thousands of waves.
The faces of each disciple were filled with sadness.
Qiao Zhu cursed secretly: "Senior Sister Yan, Senior Sister Dugu, listen, does this sound like what a human would say?"
"Thousands of people stopped when the Demon Suppression Platform trial started to see the warrior's breakthrough. Only she could do it."
Yan Hongyuan crossed her arms across her chest and glanced at Chu Yue, "In the Shenxuan Academy, if she is a martial arts prodigy, even the disciples of Netherworld can only be dimmed."
Dugulan frowned and was stunned. Yan Hongyuan was a proud and arrogant person. He was extremely talented and ruthless. He had grown up by stepping on the corpses of dead people since he was young.
Such a person actually gave Ye Chuyue such a high evaluation.
Dugu Lan couldn't help but look at Chu Yue a few more times, and felt displeased: "People from the small country of Shenwu are nothing to be afraid of."
The sense of superiority brought by birth is innate. In an era when there are distinctions between high and low, people from poor rural backgrounds often have to work a thousand times harder to break the worldly view.
At this moment, Mu Sheng's face was already quite green, as ugly as if he had eaten a fly, and his face couldn't help but twitch.
She stared intently at Chu Yue below. The more she looked, the more she looked like Mu Qinghuang.
The sun was suddenly so bright that Mu Sheng fell into a trance and thought he saw the young and energetic Mu Qinghuang.
"Priest Mu, it's time to open the demon-suppressing platform and announce the mysterious sacrifice."
Song Qingshan saw that Mu Sheng was stunned and didn't respond for a long time, so he coughed dryly and secretly reminded Mu Sheng.
Mu Sheng came back to her senses with a jolt, but she felt a biting cold wind around her, giving her goosebumps all over her body.
"Priest Mu!" the head priest reminded.
Priest Mu took a deep breath, clenched his hands under his sleeves a little tighter, and said: "All of you disciples are the pillars of Shenxuan's future. The competition in the North in the near future is related to the glory of our college and the top ten colleges.
Ranking, this time when the Demon Suppression Platform starts the trial, it will also start the 'Mysterious Sacrifice'."
"The Demon Suppression Platform has a history of three thousand years. It has gone through many wars and changes in the academy, as well as changes in the martial arts world. There are countless sleeping beast spirits inside."
"When the Mysterious Sacrifice is opened, all disciples can try the Demon Suppressing Platform. If the beast spirit awakens, it will be even more powerful!"
"..."
Xuanji!
All the disciples looked at each other.
After a period of dead silence, the sound of carnival broke out.
The Shenxuan Academy can become the first of the top ten academies, and it also has a great relationship with the Demon Suppressing Platform.
The beast spirits sleeping in the Demon Suppressing Platform are the foundation of Shenxuan.
Once a disciple is gifted and the beast spirit is awakened, the combat effectiveness can be enhanced and Shenxuan's overall strength can be improved.
"Xiao Yue'er, I heard that Shenxuan Academy was once the graveyard of Master Suzaku."
Leng Qingshuang said: "Perhaps there is a sleeping Suzaku beast spirit in the Demon Suppression Platform, but since the opening of Shenxuan Academy, there have been countless Xuan sacrifices, but no one has ever noticed the existence of Suzaku. It may also be limited to legends."
Chu Yue touched her nose lightly, her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, and she suddenly thought of Suzaku in the Taoist monument. She wondered if those chicken legs had been eaten, and whether they were enough to eat.
"It would be great if it could be passed down to Suzaku." Prisoner Lin said, "That must be quite majestic."
Ye Ying glanced at Yan Hongyuan and whispered: "I was by Lu Qiong's side and learned that Shenxuan's ultimate purpose in cultivating Yan Hongyuan was to inherit the Suzaku beast spirit and protect Shenxuan."
Chu Yue looked sideways, and Yan Hongyuan looked over.
The two looked at each other with a murderous look that was unmistakable.
The surrounding disciples were immersed in the joy of the Xuan Festival. On the outskirts of Shenxuan Back Mountain, not far in front of the peach blossom forest, an old man in ragged clothes was holding a broom and sweeping the ground slowly.
The old man swept the clothes very carefully, his back was hunched, and his shoes were worn for ten years and looked shabby.
Under the dirty hair, covered by the sun, the old man's eyes were sewn tightly with needles and threads, blocking the light in front of his eyes, leaving only desolate hollows.