"He Zu, stepping onto the Nascent Soul Avenue, life spanning thousands of years, nearly immortality, and being shocked and free! "

There was clouds and mist rolling in front of me, opening the door; the golden avenue was laid at my feet, and I went straight into the mountain gate; there were thousands of voices in my ears, every word and sentence, solemn, shattering the clouds, breaking the fog, and the scenes in the Dharma Xiang Sect appeared in front of me..."

This solemnity and righteousness, the thoughts of countless people combined the power of the sect that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years and merged into the solemnity and spirit that shocked the hearts of the world and the people. Even with Zhang Fan's concentration, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"Okay, really!"

In this magnificent and spectacular sight, the solemn voice of the Taoist, which seemed to be celebrated by all living things today, also seemed to have a bit of solemn meaning.

"Congratulations to the ancient etiquette of the Nascent Soul!"

"The Yuanying is formed, and the Great Dao Sect. Ghosts and gods cry for it. Thunder punishment is surrendered. Only when the shock disappears will it be a real person. There are disciples to congratulate you, and there are sects to celebrate. The world is spread and the masters from all directions are invited to meet you."

Even the Taoist slaughtered, he still felt a little leisurely and fascinated.

"The Faxiang Sect has tens of thousands of inheritance in the east. Only a large sect like this can comply with the ancient rituals and be qualified to practice the ancient rituals!"

"This is just the first step!"

Daoist Ku heard this, Zhang Fan was slightly led by the leader. He naturally understood that even if those sects with insufficient background and lack of reputation were not worthy of their reputation, even if they wanted to perform ancient rituals, the strong people from all directions might not give them face.

The current pomp and treatment can be said to be a belated celebration. Originally, this scene was the real Nascent Soul real life in the ghost and gods. After the Nascent Soul was born, he stepped out of the cave and received congratulations from his disciples and sects. Then he continued to retreat and stabilize the state of stability. The sect came forward to invite masters from all walks of life to come and congratulate.

I think that even if Nangong Wuying has not yet performed this ancient ritual after a hundred years of closure, he may not have performed this ancient ritual.

"Clang"

Just at this moment, the jade roller sounded again and spread slowly, as if it was a pull of a hair to move the whole body. In the entire mountain gate of the Dharma Xiang Sect, countless bells and drums were ringing together. There were endless sounds of zithers, forming a song of heaven that shocked the Lianyun Mountains, just like all the extinct sects who also congratulated the younger generations in the dark.

It was also at this moment that the golden road under my feet suddenly condensed, as bright as gold, but it was still vulgar. Instead, it was indescribable, as if I had stepped on it and entered the ladder.

Smile, take a step forward, fall on it, and walk around.

One step, two steps, three steps

As Zhang Fan approached, the clouds above the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect rolled violently. Among them, the dragon roared and tiger roared, the phoenix roared and the ape sang, and the sound of the monkey sang was gradually deafening. It was vaguely visible that dozens of ancient monsters in various images emerged from the Zhoutian star formation one by one, holding their heads up and roaring.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Fan paused for a moment, and then he continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

At this time, he had already noticed something, such as his golden crow Dharma image, which appeared when all the beasts roared, dancing in the air, shaking their wings and feathers, and was filled with majesty.

The bright golden flame of the sun emerged and burned for no reason. It was wrapped in a huge fireball, and it was like a golden crow dancing in the sun. Every movement had the charm of the ancient demon emperor dominating the world. In a trance, it seemed like the entire Zhoutian star formation. It was all fucking.

"Um?"

Just when he reached the gate of the Dharma Xiang Sect, the various Dharma Xiang Sect and monsters in the sky became more and more eager to try. Zhang Fan suddenly looked back and looked deeper into the mountain gate.

With endless distances, a mountain peak enters the clouds, the mist and mist are like silk ribbons, like floating clouds set off, and washes like palaces in the sky, and a blessed land on earth.

At that place, a look came and condensed on him, without any concealment, and the unique sharpness of the strong man was fully revealed.

In a trance, Zhang Fan seemed to feel that this gaze was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. That unique meaning was the essence of the original temperament of the extremely strong man, and it was actually something that others had, and it was impossible to mistake it.

It was this gaze that awakened him, and his thoughts in his mind suppressed the Dharma image.

In an instant, the sun dissipated, and the golden crow cried unwillingly and the crow cried across the sky, and the large array of stars covering the mountain gate also swayed. A hazy scroll of pictures was revealed, with all the demons transforming into magic, and they all sounded long. The huge mountain range shivered in the vast sky sound.

"Hahahahaha okay!"

Just at this moment, an old but hearty laughter came from the peak that Zhang Fan had seen before. Although the distance was far away and it was not real, he could feel a breath that was extremely powerful, crossing endless distances, falling from the peak and landing somewhere.

"Inheritance Palace!"

After all, he is a disciple of the Faxiang Sect. Although he has never returned to the mountain for a hundred years, he still knows that such an extremely important place as the Heritage Hall.

That unknown strong man entered the Palace of Inheritance.

Six "Son, it's him!"

The Taoist Ku seemed to suddenly wake up and said.

"Zhulong!"

The simple words made Zhang Fan suddenly realize and finally understand who the familiarity from the voice to the breath came from?

"So it's him!"

"Zhulong

In the past, when the Faxiang Sect sealed the mountain, Zhulong Zhu Jiuxiao used the Zhoutian Star Map to emit supreme power with one blow, directly defeating Baigu Zhenren.

That terrifying power is still vivid in my mind after a hundred years. What I see in this life is that no matter how blood dragon Wuwang who has never returned to his best condition, the heavenly girl Yao Ji, Kong Meng, the first monster in a thousand years whose soul has descended to earth, and the Nine Treasures Taoist Lord, they are all inferior to him!

When this generation of strong man with a late stage of the Nascent Soul and even stronger cultivation was holding the Zhoutian Star Map. I think even when the true God-Crazy Daojun was in full swing, he would have to retreat and dare not compete.

When he glanced at the shocking glance, Zhang Fan's cultivation was still weak. Although he was deeply impressed, he did not understand the truth after all. After reminding him, he realized it.

"His junior brother Zhang stepped into the Nascent Soul Avenue, and I have another top-level powerhouse in Faxiang Sect.

Just as Zhang Fan understood that the left side of his speech was Zhulong Zhu Jiuxiao, the other party's voice suddenly came from the inheritance hall.

At the beginning, the sound was not very loud, but once it entered my ears, it seemed that bells and drums were ringing side by side, and thousands of people shouted beside them. The roar was as if the mountains had collapsed, with a shocking momentum.

"Congratulations to Master Zhang!"

"Congratulations to the Dharma!"

In unison, he responded, and was opened in the open mountain gate next to the road on both sides.

There, the two rows of disciples are arranged according to their cultivation level. The master of the elixir is in front, the foundation is built and the disciples are in the back, and the core disciples of the ice silkworm robe are divided into the core disciples of the ice silkworm robe. The ordinary disciples with bright blue clothes and simple green clothes are in the blue clothes. A brief look at it. There are thousands of people. The foundation of the Dharma Xiang Sect lies in this!

"Ha ha

Zhang Fan laughed a long time, stayed there without any doubt, took one step forward, and after a hundred years, he entered the Dharma Xiang Sect's sect again.

In an instant, the clouds cleared and the mist dissipated, as if the sun was rising; the world was bright and bright, as if only one of them was the only one.

Thousands of people stood on both sides, and their scorching eyes focused on Zhang Fan, who was walking on the Golden Avenue. The reverence, joy, admiration, and gathered together, was enough to melt the metal.

Zhang Fan was like this, bathed in the envious eyes of everyone, his steps were steady, and he walked slowly on the Golden Avenue.

"Dad is so powerful and powerful.

Youyou seemed to be muttering to himself, and she was as if she was amazed, and her voice was very low, as if she was whispering. No one could hear it except for the few people around her.

In this solemn and solemn atmosphere, even though the little witch's temperament gradually recovered, she still couldn't help but restrain herself a lot.

The old man, Youyou Xiaolong and others were also walking on the Golden Avenue at this time, subconsciously hanging behind Zhang Fan from a distance between a distance.

Although almost everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Fan, few people looked at them. However, due to the atmosphere, they still straightened their waists.

"Master is the most powerful!"

Looking at Zhang Fan's back, stars almost popped up in Xiaolong's eyes.

"Old man, Brother Zhang is proud of you. Zhang family of Faxiang Sect, who dares not take it seriously now? Who dares to say nonsense?

Xiang Ming couldn't help feeling the scene as he looked at this scene.

He is like this, let alone the old man?

In normal times, the old man would have jumped up and cheered like a child, which was not enough to express his mood. However, at this moment, he just nodded his head with a red face, his sleeves were so excited that they kept trembling like a strong wind. His footsteps and figure were as steady as Mount Tai, and he developed a temperament as condensed as a mountain out of thin air.

"He is afraid of embarrassing his grandson."

As Xiang Ming, who had been with him for the longest time, he saw through the old man's thoughts and sighed secretly.

No matter how long the road is, there are still times when it is finished. When Zhang Fan slowly stepped out of the Golden Avenue, the clouds in the sky spread out, and the sound of the Yupan Golden Bell reached its peak, Zhu Jiuxiao's voice sounded again.

"Everyone, let's disperse."

"Junior Brother Zhang, please go to the Chengcheng Palace to talk! Zhu cooks wine and tea to congratulate him!"

The previous sentence is naturally for the thousands of disciples of the Faxiang Sect who were welcomed by line, but when they saw them moving in response, they bowed and scattered slowly.

The last sentence, needless to say, is what Zhang Fan said.

"It's better to obey your orders than to be respectful!"

Zhang Fan responded with a smile, then looked back and said with a smile: "Grandpa, let's go!"

"Inheritance Palace!"

It seemed as if he had followed the path that was more than a hundred years ago. At that time, the old man and senior brother Zhuo Hao sent Zhang Fan into the Dharma Xiang Sect, and this was the path he took to the inheritance hall to pass on the Dharma Xiang Sect.

For more than a hundred years, no trace has been left in the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect. Everything seems to be like the past. The difference is that the people walking in the door and their mentality are all different from the past.

The golden rainbow crossed, but in a flash, the towering palace of the Heritage Hall appeared in front of everyone.

I was familiar with the palace gate, and there were no disciples and deacons. There was only an old man with mottled hair and an ordinary figure and a coarse blue dress standing quietly outside the gate.
Chapter completed!