All the young monks are even trying to obtain the legendary inheritance of the Barbarian God and become the strongest.
Legend has it that the Barbarian God actually left the Barbarian Palace to future generations in order to select his disciples.
But after one hundred thousand years, no one has ever been able to obtain the Barbarian God inheritance.
Some people say that the Barbarian God's requirements are too strict, while others say that there may have been no inheritance in the first place and that it was made up by later generations.
Even so, once every two hundred years, a large number of young talents still come to this Barbarian Palace. For the disciples of those sects, they not only want to obtain rare treasures, but also come for the illusory inheritance.
Because the inheritance of the Barbarian God represents the supreme glory of the Barbarian Continent.
It just so happened that the Barbarian Palace was opened this time, and a large number of young monks from the barbarian wilderness came.
Compared to the entire Wild Continent, the number of people is not large. Because the Wild God Palace is full of dangers, only Void Realm martial arts cultivators or high-level Qi-refining immortal cultivators can barely survive.
The monks who come to Titan Mountain and are under the age of thirty are all extremely talented.
After hearing what Zhao Xin said, Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue couldn't help but look shocked.
After the chat, Xin Zhao hugged his fists before leaving: "I'll take my leave first. Brother Shen and Miss Su can come to Chongxiao Palace as guests in the future."
Seeing Zhao Xin leaving, Shen Lang looked a little hesitant.
"What are you thinking about? Let's go to Manshen Palace too." Su Ruoxue said immediately.
"This Barbarian Palace seems to be very dangerous. Why don't I go alone? Xue'er, don't go." Shen Lang scratched his head and said.
"You have the nerve to leave me alone?" Su Ruoxue rolled her eyes at Shen Lang and said with a raised mouth.
"I……"
"Since I have chosen to follow you, I have already been prepared. What are you afraid of?" Su Ruoxue glanced at Shen Lang and snorted softly.
Seeing Su Ruoxue's firm gaze, Shen Lang had no choice but to agree and said, "Okay."
The summit of Mount Targon.
Within a radius of more than ten miles, the place was bustling with people and very lively.
Tens of thousands of young monks are waiting for the opening of the Barbarian Palace. There are huge crowds of people, as many as ten thousand people.
Just then.
"Chirp!"
With a scream, a huge firebird flew rapidly from the northern sky, its whole body burning with golden flames, like a phoenix flying in the sky, and the huge aura made everyone unable to breathe.
On the back of the firebird stood a child.
"It's Jian Wuhen!"
"Jian Wuhen from Spirit Sword Palace is here!"
"Holy crap, that's the exotic beast Golden Flame Firebird!"
"It is indeed the Golden Flame Fire Bird. It is said that this Golden Flame Fire Bird is extremely powerful and has inherited a trace of the blood of the Golden Flame Peacock, the spiritual beast of heaven and earth."
All of a sudden, the monks on the top of the mountain exploded their nests, pointing at the flying golden flame bird and the child on its back, and started talking.
Spirit Sword Palace is one of the seven major sects in the Wilderness Continent and has a profound foundation.
Jian Wuhen is the son of the Lord of the Spirit Sword Palace, and is also a super genius who is famous in the wilderness. It is said that Jian Wuhen is only ten years old, and his cultivation has already reached the late stage of the Void Realm.
This kind of abnormal speed in cultivation can only be described as terrifying! Jian Wuhen is called by the world as the person who has the best chance of receiving the inheritance of the Barbarian God.
Although this Jian Wuhen is only ten years old, there is no trace of childishness. Instead, his expression is cold and stern, giving people an extremely fierce feeling. Carrying the golden giant sword on his back, he stepped lightly from the back of the Golden Flame Firebird and slowly landed on the ground.
The Golden Flame Firebird was put into the spirit beast bag by Jian Wuhen.
At this time, a young man in white robes holding a folding fan strode over and smiled at Jian Wuhen: "Master Jian, it's been a long time since I last saw you. Why don't I seem to see your Spirit Sword Palace guards accompanying you?"
Jian Wuhen said coldly and mockingly: "Mr. Bai, why didn't I see the guards from your Ghost Control Sect coming? Are you not afraid that after you obtain the rare treasure from the Barbarian God Palace, your things will be robbed?"
The young man in white robe smiled: "Haha, I guess no one here dares to snatch my Bai Ziren's things, right? Even if there is, I will cut him into pieces!"
Some of the top disciples of the sects gathered around the Titan Peak were accompanied by guards, and there were even guards from the Nirvana stage accompanying them.
But those top sect disciples or monks who are conceited about their own strength feel that it is a shameful act to have escorts accompanying them.
Of course, famous top sect disciples like Jian Wuhen and Bai Ziren have such terrifyingly powerful backs that no fool would dare to snatch their things.
Not long after, another purple flying boat flew in the sky to the north, and a young and beautiful girl stood on the flying boat.
Seeing the stunning girl on the flying boat, Bai Ziren's eyes lit up, he shook his folding fan and praised: "We haven't seen each other for several years, but Miss Ling'er is still as beautiful as a fairy."
"Miss Ling'er!"
"Miss Ling'er is here!"
"Goddess, Miss Linger, I love you!"
"Fuck you, with your virtue, will Fairy Moon like you?"
The purple flying boat floated to the ground, and many monks on the top of the mountain shouted excitedly, "Miss Ling'er," and were fascinated by the stunning girl on the flying boat.
Yue Cailing is the granddaughter of the master of the Hanyue Palace among the seven sects of the Wilderness. She is nineteen years old. She has a beautiful face, ice-cold muscles and jade bones, and a temperament like a fairy from the Nine Heavens. She has captured the hearts of many male monks.
Including Bai Ziren.
"Hmph, I really don't understand what's so attractive about this beautiful woman. So many idiot male cultivators are fascinated by one woman? It's really ridiculous!" Jian Wuhen said disdainfully.
Bai Ziren glanced at Jian Wuhen and thought to himself, you don't even have a hairy little brat, what do you know about women?
"Ahem... Bai has seen Miss Cailing." Bai Ziren immediately stepped forward and clasped his fists slightly at Yue Cailing.
"Cailing has also met Mr. Bai and Mr. Jian." Yue Cailing smiled lightly, as polite as Xiaojiabiyu.
Bai Ziren's eyes wandered for a while, and his soul was about to be taken away by the beauty.
Jian Wuhen just nodded indifferently.
"By the way, it seems that Guy Yan came to Giant God's Peak first, why haven't he been seen yet?" Jian Wuhen glanced around and asked curiously.
Bai Ziren said calmly: "Huh, there are so many orcs in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. According to that guy's temperament, he probably went to hang out with some orc tribe."
About three hours later, Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue rode the Thunder Beast to the top of the Titan Peak.
The top of the mountain is crowded with people, which is a bit spectacular.
The extremely handsome Thunder Beast also immediately attracted the attention of a large number of people.
"What kind of strange beast is this? Why have I never seen it before?" Bai Ziren glanced at the thunder beast under Shen Lang and asked curiously.
"Hmph, it's definitely not that simple. I don't know what kind of spirit beast it is, but its horn seems to contain extremely powerful Yang Lei power." Jian Wuhen's eyes narrowed, and he also showed a hint of surprise.
"Yang Lei?" Bai Ziren's expression changed. Their Ghost Control Sect practices devil skills and ghost control methods, and Yang Lei can be said to be their nemesis.
However, it was just a strange beast in the Void Realm stage. Bai Ziren didn't take it to heart, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.