Chapter 850 This is the Forbidden Land of Xuanming
After bidding farewell to the old man, Wang Xu continued to explore.
There are great secrets in Xuanming City. In this era, most of the obsessions in Xuanming City have not been manifested, so this is the best time to explore.
Wandering around Xuanming City, Wang Xu stopped and stopped and quickly set his sights on three key areas.
Xuanming City is a city, even if it is a ghost, it is copied from real time and space according to one-to-one specifications.
Since there is reality, there are three places that must be mentioned. These three places are the City Lord's Mansion, the Xuanming Ancestral Temple, and the Dark Night Mountain of the peerless strongman Ye.
The first thing Wang Xu explored was the City Lord's Mansion. The City Lord's Mansion was empty and there were many memorials scattered on the ground. Other than that, all valuable things had been moved away, leaving nothing behind.
I picked up a few memorials and looked at them. Some towns requested to arrest theft, and some villages requested to allocate grain. It was all trivial matters.
It seemed that all the important documents had been taken away, and not a single piece of paper was left for Wang Xu.
I walked around the city lord's palace and found nothing. Obviously, the secret did not exist here.
Finding nothing, Wang Xu left regretfully and went straight to the Xuanming Ancestral Temple in Xuanming City.
Xuan Ming is a race, a race in the mythical age. A race is a big family. Only by working together can we gain a firm foothold in the struggle for hegemony among hundreds of races.
Therefore, the ancestral temple is an indispensable link for a race. It can enhance the centripetal force among tribesmen and is often the center of power.
In ancient China, there were ancestral temples in every village. At that time, due to inconvenient transportation, many people never left home several times in their lives. It was common for one village to have one surname.
The ancestral temple and the three elders were the power institutions in villages and towns in that era when imperial power did not go to the countryside.
Therefore, the importance of the ancestral temple in Xuanming City should be higher than that of the city lord's palace.
Xuanming City can be without the city lord's palace, but it can't be without ancestral temples, and these places of worshiping ancestors often play a role beyond worshiping ancestors in a world with special powers.
Entering the ancestral temple, Wang Xu quickly discovered another living person.
This is a clan elder who is blind and has not left for a long time. He is wiping the ancestral spirit tablet.
Wang Xu's arrival did not elicit any reaction from him. The clan elder was still busy mumbling and could not hear clearly what he was saying.
Wang Xu did not bother him, but walked into the ancestral temple, intending to take a look inside.
He walked through the door and saw a figure with his back to him inside the ancestral temple, burning incense on the token.
Feeling someone coming in, the person turned his head slightly, and the moment their eyes met, Wang Xu was stunned.
"Sick son!"
The person who would add incense to the token, who else could it be but Mr. sick?
Wang Xu's eyes were filled with disbelief. Xuanming City changed every day, and the location and time were different every day.
The sick young master has been lost in Xuanming City for more than thirty days. How could he still be alive and hiding in the ancestral hall of the Xuanming Clan, offering incense to the ancestors of the Xuanming Clan?
When "you" saw Wang Xu, Mr. Bing was also stunned. He looked at the horn on his forehead stupidly and said in surprise: "Are you from the Xuanming tribe?"
Wang Xu touched the horn on his forehead and asked instead of explaining, "Why are you here? I thought you were dead."
"That's wrong, Xuanming City is not what we thought at all. This is not a place of terror, but a place of protection."
The sick man had a wry smile on his face, and just as he was about to say something, a cough came from inside the ancestral hall: "Xiao Xianzi, do you have a friend here?"
Along with the sound of coughing, an old man with gray hair walked out of the ancestral temple.
The old man looked very old, his eyes were cloudy, he had age spots on his hands, and he looked like he was about to die.
What surprised Wang Xu was that this old man was actually wearing the Confucian uniform of Bailu Academy, and the pressure of the saint on his body was just as strong as that of Saint Mu Yuan.
"Saint, the saint of Bailu Academy!" Wang Xu was shocked, how could there be a saint in Bailu Academy, and also live in this ghost world?
No, this saint from Bailu Academy has a single horn on her forehead. She is from the Xuanming tribe.
"Xuan Ming!"
The old man's eyes lit up slightly, then narrowed again: "No, you just look like you on the outside, but you are not the same in your heart. Who are you?"
In the eyes of this saint from the Xuanming Tribe, Wang Xu only had the transformation technique at the Xiaocheng level, but she still saw the flaw.
Without waiting for Wang Xu to answer, the sick young man on the side spoke quickly and said: "Ancestor, this is my friend on the surface. He is the descendant of the Holy Land of the First Demon."
"Ancestor?" Wang Xu turned to look at the sick young man with questions in his eyes.
Now was not the time to talk about this. The sick man quickly winked at him and signaled him not to say more.
"The descendant of the Holy Land of the First Demon!"
The old man had obviously heard of this name. He looked Wang Xu up and down and said with a smile: "Yes, you are an outstanding person. After we transform the little Xianzi, we will transform you too, and then you will be one of our own."
What about transformation, what about own people, Wang Xu frowned secretly.
As if to reassure him, the old man smiled stiffly and said: "You don't have to worry. The Xuanming Clan is uniquely blessed. Being able to transform into the Xuanming Clan is your great blessing. I don't know what happened in ancient times."
There are many outstanding people who can't get this kind of opportunity. And if you don't transform into the Xuanming Clan, you won't be able to persist in Xuanming City for long. Sooner or later, you will be assimilated and become one of them."
After saying this, the old man coughed and left, not knowing where he went.
After the old man left, Wang Xu looked at the sick man, full of doubts in his heart, and asked, "What's going on?"
"Here's the thing"
The sick man spoke slowly and told everything that had happened to him in these days.
After the death of Saint Mu Yuan that day, he was captured by the Xuan Ming Army.
But it was different from what he thought. An elder from the ancestral temple came forward and brought him back to the ancestral temple.
Here, he saw a large number of sages from Bailu Academy and learned many secrets.
It turns out that Bailu Academy is the inheritance of the Xuanming Clan. It has stood on the surface of the world since ancient times and has withstood the wind and rain without falling down.
In the outside world, the Xuanming tribe incarnates as humans and runs Bailu Academy. When they are about to die of old age, these people will fake death and escape, returning to Xuanming Heaven to avoid the world.
These people call themselves the Mythical Relics. It is true that there is the tomb of the Great Emperor in Xuan Ming Tian, and it is also true that there is a legacy. However, unlike what Wang Xu thought, this is not a land without an owner at all. It is the ancestral land belonging to Bailu Academy.
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In fact, whenever a saint comes to the end of his life, Bailu Academy will open the ancestral land, allowing the saint to enter it to extend his life, and transform the saint who is not from the Xuanming Clan into the Xuanming Clan.
To a certain extent, Xuanmingtian may be called the Xuanming Forbidden Land.
It's just different from other forbidden places. This place can only be entered but cannot be left, and it is not exposed to the outside like other forbidden places. It is a haven for people who want to hide from the world.
The old man who appeared before was the saint who entered the Xuanming Forbidden Land in the middle of the Hundred Emperors Era.
If it's not too profound to say so, you can call it the ominous atmosphere in the Xuanming Forbidden Land.
"Xuan Ming Tian, Xuan Ming Forbidden Land, am I throwing myself into a trap?"
Wang Xu was also dumbfounded. How did he know that the so-called tomb of the Great Emperor was actually the Xuanming Forbidden Land?
He thought that this was the emperor's tomb, hiding countless opportunities, waiting for him to explore.
It was good now that he had arrived at his door. Although the Xuanming Forbidden Land would not shout or kill anyone who entered, he did not want to stay in the forbidden land and become ominous.
Feeling Wang Xu's gaze, the sick man also smiled bitterly: "Don't think about it, one hundred days here is equivalent to one day in the outside world. If you don't transform into the Xuanming tribe, you will be assimilated by the ghosts and transformed in seven or forty-nine days.
As a member of the Xuanming Clan, you are the bad luck here, and you never have to think about leaving. The good news is that the Xuanming Forbidden Land is different from other forbidden lands. The people here will not initiate dark turmoil, and you don’t have to go out and sacrifice blood to the people in order to survive."
"That's great news, I'm so happy."
Wang Xu couldn't laugh or cry. Sure enough, the worst happened and he was trapped here.
However, he still had a doubt, and that was whether the emperor's tomb was inside.
"Is there an emperor's tomb here?"
Hearing Wang Xu's question, Mr. Bing nodded heavily: "Yes, it's not just one!"
Without waiting for Wang Xu to speak, he added: "But the emperor here has turned into an ominous one and is sleeping in the emperor's tomb. You don't have to think about the emperor's soldiers. Even this ghost monster was transformed by the emperor's thoughts. You
The night I saw before was the Night Emperor of the Xuanming Clan, and that was his incarnation."
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