As night falls, stars fill the sky, a mysterious moon hangs high in the clear night sky, and the moonlight invades the endless vast mountains like water.

There was a majestic but illusory Xiaokong aura among the mountains. This aura was like the powerful pressure released by an ancient giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years. It was powerful enough to exert the aura of the Five Mountains to swallow thousands of miles, making countless people feel extremely depressed.

There are hundreds of people gathered in a certain mountain range surrounded by mountains, almost every mountain peak, including men and women, Julou, who are over 100 years old, and children who are only a few years old.

The old man seemed to be unable to stand steadily, but he did not let anyone help him. The child might feel the strange atmosphere and was extremely silent.

People were wearing coarse Hanfu, combed in classical and meticulous buns, and the burning torches in their hands illuminated the surroundings. Hundreds of people gathered on the top of the mountain, but they all did not talk in a tacit understanding. The atmosphere was extremely solemn, and only the sound of breathing that was deliberately lowered was heard.

More than a dozen people on the hills looked up at the void quietly, with a very pious expression, and their clear and childish or turbid eyes showed hope and hope.

Everyone knows what to do tonight to the entire Zhenwu Xuan Realm. If that woman succeeds, Wu Zong will rise because of this. It will probably only take ten years for them to no longer have to hide in this barren Xuan Realm.

It is said that this woman is the person who is most likely to receive the inheritance of Zhenwu in a thousand years. If she fails and the dust returns to the earth, they may have to live in this closed Xuan Realm for more years, hundreds or even thousands of years.

Although there is indeed a remaining exit in the Xuan Realm, it is easy to enter but not easy to exit. If you want to go out, you must have extremely high martial arts strength, and at least reach the realm of the world.

There are very few people in the Xuan Realm who can truly reach the realm of the world, regardless of whether men and women practice martial arts since childhood. If everyone wants to be able to enter and exit the Xuan Realm freely, they can only open up a few important outlets in the Xuan Realm.

It is not easy to open up important exports in the Xuan Realm. Eight hundred years ago, the entire Wuzong sealed several important exports in order to preserve martial arts. Later, the three sects of the Immortal Sect, the Demon Sect, and the Buddha Sect took advantage of the situation and joined forces to add several more seals from the outside.

To open up the exit of the Xuan Realm, the most important thing is to break the external seal.

The Immortal Sect, the Buddha Sect, and the Demon Sect will not allow the Wu Sect to break the seal and walk out of the Xuan Realm, and will definitely obstruct and even go directly to war.

Therefore, the Wuzong needs a peerless strongman, a peerless strongman who can intimidate the three sects of immortals, Buddhas and demons. The premise of all this is to obtain the inheritance of the true martial arts. Only by obtaining the true meaning of martial arts can one become such a martial arts powerful man with the greatest strength in heaven and earth.

This mysterious world has a vast geographical location, with a depth of three thousand miles. There is no problem with self-sufficiency, but all of them yearn for a wonderful life outside.

I heard from the older generation that there is the rushing Yellow River, the rolling Yangtze River, and countless mountains that have been passed down through the ages... The land in the south is extremely fertile, and even a handful of soil can squeeze out oil...

Today is the third day of the Sacred Sacrifice, but it is also the last day of extremely critical. If you can obtain the True Martial Inheritance within three days, you can get it. Once you can't get it, it means failure.

As the night gets deeper, the slightly cold night wind blows, and people hold their stiff necks and look upwards without moving. Just like lifelike sculptures, all expectations are placed on the top of the holy mountain in the distance.

Under the moonlight, surrounded by mountains, there is a moor of vast holy lakes, embedded in the mountains like an emerald. A huge peak of the sky rose from the center of the holy lake.

The huge peak is straight and steep, rising thousands of feet high, soaring upwards and rising into the sky, exuding a compelling aura at all times. It is like an eternal divine weapon piercing the sky.

The huge peaks are straight up and down, each of which is the same thickness, extending upwards. Then it ends suddenly. The top of the mountain seems to be cut off by powerful force, forming a huge and flat square. This is the holy land in the hearts of all martial artists, the Wanren Lingxiao Holy Mountain.

From a distance, the light flows on Lingxiao Holy Mountain. The entire holy mountain is like a lighthouse between huge waves standing in the vast sea. The mountain top square emits a golden light of the same thickness as the holy mountain, which runs through the heaven and earth and goes straight to the starry sky and earth.

The Zhenwu Saint Sacrifice Field on the top of Lingxiao Holy Mountain is round, with a diameter of about 100 meters and a flat ground. There is a trapezoidal tower in the center of the sacrifice.

The edge of the holy ritual ground was filled with people, most of which were old people, and very few young people. There were no one to ask a few hundred people to surround the entire Zhenwu holy ritual ground.

These people are all extraordinary, sitting on the ground, showing a strong aura on their bodies. Those who can come here are undoubtedly powerful people among the Wuzong.

Thirty-six more domineering strong men sat cross-legged on the ground, closed their eyes tightly, and constantly used their internal strength to maintain the operation of the Zhenwu Inheritance Xuan Array.

The ground of the sacrifice venue was flashing with complex texture light, forming a round mysterious array. Countless golden characters floated above the mysterious array. The characters seemed to be spiritual, and kept floating in the void, appearing and disappearing, bizarre.

No one recognizes these characters, not like words, but more like some special mark. As the characters flutter, everyone's hearts sounded a song that seemed to have been dark and difficult to understand since the ages.

The holy ritual hall looked solemn, but the atmosphere was extremely solemn. Hundreds of people outside the venue stared at the stunning woman sitting cross-legged in the center of the holy ritual hall, showing a look of worry or disappointment.

It was only a quarter of an hour before the three-day period, but the woman did not respond, which gave them a bad feeling.

However, this woman has been the longest-standing in the inheritance of the mysterious formation in history. In previous records, the longest-standing was only one day. The person who persisted for one day was said to have obtained part of the Zhenwu inheritance.

Now the woman has been in the mysterious formation for three days. Although there is only one quarter of an hour left, it is still unknown whether she will be inherited at this last moment.

A woman sitting cross-legged in the center of the ceremonial hall was wearing a red dress with long chestnut seaweed hair draped over her shoulders. Her face was delicate and round, her facial features were extremely delicate, her eyebrows were as bright as a distant mountain, her lips were small, and her face was a little baby fat. Who else could she be if she wasn't Fang Yujia...

Fang Yujia sat upright in front of the trapezoidal altar, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes were motionless, her expression was extremely calm, and her eyebrows that had not yet grown were filled with a cold feeling. Her cold and indifferent temperament kept people from thousands of miles away.

At this time, Fang Yujia was shrouded in the gorgeous light, and the numberless talisman was circling in the void, making her look sacred, noble and even a little misty.

Suddenly, Fang Yujia opened her eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed in her beautiful amber eyes. Confusion disappeared in an instant, replaced by indifference and emptiness. She seemed to be immersed in a mysterious and mysterious state, without any thoughts or emotions.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yujia slowly stood up, her red skirt was windless, and her streamers were clamoring, and her long seaweed-like hair fluttered in the wind. Mingyan couldn't do anything, as if she wanted to ride the wind and break through the void, and her whole body exuded a soft but cold aura.

At this moment, everyone subconsciously stood up, held their breath, looked at Fang Yujia who was standing up in the field, and his heart was beating wildly. Some people couldn't help but feel excited and burst into tears...

"Miss Fang...Miss Fang, I wonder if you have obtained...Zhenwu inheritance?" An old man with white hair and beard asked with a white face and trembling face.

This old man is the old leader of Wuzong. Although he has lived for more than 160 years and is in a very firm state of mind. It is not an exaggeration to say that Mount Tai collapsed before him and not change his expression, he was trembling all over at this moment.

He knew... He knew that Fang Yujia had inherited the inheritance, but he still wanted to ask and confirm that it had been eight hundred years, and Wuzong had been imprisoned here for eight hundred years... Now he finally saw the dawn...

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