Chapter 110 Pluto Corridor

silently following a corner, Jin Yang thought about the warning of the four elders in his heart, and his thoughts did not dare to fluctuate as calmly as water. Jin Yang can never see through the cultivation of Yizi, and the cultivation of the suzerain is unimaginable.

A corner took the Great Black Mountain under the golden sun and looked at the chaos below.

"Jinyang, the inheritance of Mingzong comes from ancient times. In addition to the swords in the hands of the suzerain, the starry cloister is the most important." Walking in front of him, Jin Yang came to his senses and nodded silently. Without looking back, he continued.

"The starry corridor has existed in ancient times, so it has the purest inheritance of skills without any flaws!" A corner paused and turned to look at Jin Yang. Jin Yang was stunned and looked at him.

"The one-armed Pluto kowtowed three times! It is the ultimate trick of Pluto, which has been lost, but it has not completely disappeared, but I don't know where it is engraved. The six generations of patriarchs of Pluto have been looking for it.

After saying that, Yizi turned around and shot away to the dark place below. Jin Yang stood in the same place and wandered in his heart. Is it possible that Mingzong wanted to find the "three bows of the one-armed Pluto" by himself?

Just as Jinyang was wandering, the bottom roared, and the secret world of Mingzong shook. Hook the stars in the sky and attract the light of thousands of stars to shine on the darkness below. At that moment, the door that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years in the dark opened, quietly revealing the ancient atmosphere, and the vast and flood came to his face.

"Come in!" A corner standing at the entrance urged.

Jin Yang jumped up and quickly followed, entering the gate illuminated by the stars. Standing in the gate and looking around, there is only one path in front of him. Outside the path, there is chaos and darkness, and there is no brilliance.

Jin Yang stared at the path in front of him, which was somewhat similar to the Yinwen in the hall, but more covered. Just as Jinyang stared at the ground, the dark chaos suddenly lit up.

Endless stars appeared, as big as wheels and covers. The scarlet light leaked by the starry sky corridor shined on Jinyang's body. The heat surged. Jinyang's heart moved and looked up in the void. The dense power of the stars wrapped the whole corridor, and even on the pressure alone could be shattered. The body of the fairy.

A corner standing in front of Jin Yang laughed: "The starry cloister attracts the power of the stars in the world, and the power accumulated over hundreds of millions of years can open up a big secret world!"

Jinyang closed his eyes, and his body felt the power from the vast starry sky. He was immersed in the vastness of the eternal corridor. The power of the stars could penetrate the heavens with a little movement, and the strong world would be penetrated. Compared with it, the Dishi Fairy Palace of Lishan Sword School is less than one millionth of him!

The Yuanshen of Taisu was shocked, and the power of the stars visible to the naked eye couldn't wait to enter Jinyang's body. There were thousands of rays of glow, and the light of Taisu came out and shone on one side. The torrent of mana rushed into the Yuanshen, and even the essence of Taisu was absorbing the power. Under the refining of the starry cloister, the power of the stars has no miscellaneous gas, and pure as a spiritual spring is the best place to practice mana.

A corner next to him nodded slightly and looked at the golden sun, which was transparent and stirred the power of stars on the path. The slightly strong mana stirred, and the Taisu Yuanshen devoured more than enough control.

for a long time.

"Enough!" A corner shouted loudly, and the roar spread into Jinyang's sea of knowledge like a flash of lightning.

"Hmm?" Opening his eyes, his mind was still immersed in the power of the stars shining on the world, and he did not come back to his senses for a moment. The bronze treasure body is still receiving the leading starlight, and Bai Sensen's bones are flowing starlight, wisps of rays, and the glow is shining. The forged inch body is powerful and has excellent toughness.

Looking at a smiling corner, Jin Yang's heart moved and couldn't help asking, "The power of the stars in the starry sky corridor is enough to cultivate countless strong people. Why are there only two people in Mingzong?"

A corner's face suddenly became solemn. He looked at Jin Yang and said, "The inheritance of the Mingzong has always been a single line. The suzerain is extremely powerful and can suppress all chaos. No matter how big the era of disaster it is, it can be overcome!"

Jin Yang was shocked when he heard that there was only one suzerain in this Mingzong?

A corner looked at Jin Yang, whose face had changed slightly, and knew what he was thinking, but he didn't explain much. He raised his legs and walked forward. Jinyang walked in the corridor and looked at the stars up and down and in all directions. He couldn't help sighing in his heart. If Chu continued to be happy here, the power of the stars could push his life up several steps, and it was very simple to become a strong man among the immortals.

Stepping on the ancient and dark corridor path, he touched the dark text in his hand, and followed behind a corner. He secretly guessed the purpose of bringing himself here.

Jinyang has turned hundreds of paths and discerned his eyes and knew that his direction was always in the same place. The two walked and turned slowly in the starry corridor. Adsorbed on the starry corridor, the power of the precipitated stars slowly fluctuates.

Turning the corner again, Jin Yang's heart trembled. The yin text on the starry sky corridor was erased on a large area, and even the corridor seemed to be a little unstable. The knife marks and sword holes are particularly conspicuous on it.

"The starry cloister is the last shelter of Mingzong!" A corner suddenly opened his mouth.

Jin Yang suddenly raised his head, his heart tightened, and looked at a corner at the end of the path. The last shelter?

"Three thousand disasters, three thousand eras, before this era, it is collectively referred to as ancient times. In ancient times, six suzerains died in battle, and finally it was this cloister that preserved the inheritance of Mingzong!"

A corner was heavy and disappeared at the end of the path. Jinyang stood still and looked at the ground that erased the yinwen, and his heart was a little confused!

"Is it possible? Do you really want to cultivate me as a suzerain?" Jin Yang muttered to himself, pulled out the sword behind him, and looked at the cracks, and the inscriptions had been scratched.

"Go!" The sound of a corner came from afar. Jin Yang, who stared at the suzerain with the sword, raised his head and slowly put the sword back to the scabbard. Raise your legs and run down a small path.

Jin Yang stared at everything in front of him, and the starry corridor behind him slowly disappeared. The vast mysterious atmosphere is vast and condensed over the two people, pure and flawless, round, without any imprinting. The power of the stars of the heavens and the world is rough, vast and endless in front of it.

"Seven generations of disciples, Albus visited the five patriarchs!" Jin Yang bowed slowly under the sign of a corner. Whips of mysterious air shook, and the whispers between them stopped, and they turned their heads to look at Jinyang. Looking up at the mysterious gas above, Jinyang is not surprised. Even if it is said that the previous five generations of ancestors are alive, Jinyang is not surprised. The strange life of Mingzong is difficult to understand. From another perspective, it can be seen that Mingzong has reached the peak in the continuation of longevity and life.

hong......

Thousands of mysterious spirits are shocked, fighting with each other and deaf.

I don't know when the figure of a corner disappeared without a trace. Jinyang stood alone, surrounded by the mysterious spirit of glow.

A trace of consciousness passed to Jinyang's mind, and endless memories filled Jinyang's sea of knowledge, and pictures rotated one by one. The overwhelming demon gods all have thousands of bodies, the most powerful of which are even 100,000 giants. Between waving their hands, the planets in the starry universe are broken, like stubborn stones.

Suddenly, the picture changed, the body of the leader of the 100,000-foot-tall demon god burst, the blood flew across, the skeleton collapsed, the war blood shot through the warrior behind him, and the ten thousand-foot demon god fell piece by piece, and even the enemy did not see it.

In the farth, an old man of the human race slowly put down his flag, and a water mirror showed all this. Jin Yang reacted that these were all seen by the former Pluto.

Just when Jinyang wanted to take a closer look, a sharp pain came.

Taisu Yuanshen broke out with the blessing of "the way of Taisu, immortality". Look at the relief of Jinyang's pain and see the vibration of thousands of pictures in the sea. These pictures have a trace of power in the dark, piercing Jinyang's will.

"Roar..."

Jin Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and his scarlet eyes were full of blood. He instantly rejected the picture in his mind and ignored it.

"Wow, hoo, hoo!"

Bowing his body and looking at the calm mysterious spirit again, Jin Yang knew that today he really became a disciple of the Mingzong. He no longer only had the symbolic status of accessories, but also inherited skills, and all the memories and skills of the previous five generations of ancestors.

"When the ontology was inherited, it only took a year, but I didn't expect you to use it for ten years! I really don't know why the body chose you?" A corner appeared and stood behind Jinyang, with unprecedented respect and doubts in his eyes.

with a swirt. Jin Yang turned around and looked blank. He didn't look at a corner. He passed by and stepped out of the open starry sky door. A corner standing there was in a trance, with no heroism outside the Mingzong, and killing at will.

For a long time. Yizi smiled bitterly. It is impossible for him to know the idea of the noumenon. The descendants who asked him a day ago can simply despise themselves now.

Step out, it is the secret world of the Mingzong. Jinyang stands on the Great Black Mountain, and Taisu Yuanshen is tense and dares not relax at all.

"Is this the suzerain?"

Jin Yang muttered to himself that there was no memory of a generation of clan among the first five generations of patriarchs, and there was no inheritance of his skills. Countless pictures always describe the last disaster. The suzerain fought against the heavens and the world with his own strength, killing everything, killing everything, magnificent and overwhelming the world.

"It still doesn't appear!" Jin Yang sighed secretly, and the final secret of Mingzong was not revealed in it. Standing on the top of Dahei Mountain, Jinyang turned around and bowed to the hall.

"Please send Albus out of the secret world!" There is a little expectation in the respect. A moment later, a calm voice came from the temple: "After leaving the secret world, 100,000 years cannot return!"

"Thank you, Lord!" Jinyang worships again.

Jinyang turned around, and the Great Black Mountain floating in the secret world shook. A wisp of mysterious air came out, and there was a finging force in the black breath.

hong......

A faint light passed through the gloomy sky, Jin Yang's eyes narrowed, and the world was close in front of him. The body shook, the sound of the thunderstorm, Jinyang shot out, and there was only one person in the secret world of the underworld again.

"I hope you don't let me down." The patriarch in the hall muttered to himself, and his body sitting high on the hall fell asleep again.

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