Chapter 108 Pluto 2

The cheerful strong man of Mingzong ate Jinyang, identified him, and became the descendant of Mingzong.

"Seniors, the younger generation has a teacher and dare not follow each other." Jin Yang bowed and said in a low voice.

The old man sitting on the underworld laughed and shouted, "It's not up to you!" Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed, and the vast underworld shook hundreds of miles. A force dragged Jin Yang into it and locked him, the white bones were possessed, and the gods and ghosts suppressed him. Jin Yang was suddenly horrified, and the fake Taoist priests all died tragically.

The qi and blood trembled, and the thunder roared. Taisu Yuanshen hooked the powerful energy in the elite area of Taisu and turned it into mana. The world of holy light is ready to go, staring at the white bones wrapped around the body, and a slight abnormal movement is a thunderous attack.

For a long time, looking at the white bones that did not extract the essence of his life, Jin Yang was a little relieved, but he did not dare to relax.

The old man sat quietly in the underworld, as if the ghosts and white bones around him were not ordinary. I don't know how long Jin Yang stayed in it. He has been at the peak and runs his magic power with all his strength.

"Little guy, it's a death to destroy a plant and a tree in the mountain gate." The old man said lightly, and Jin Yang was stunned. When he arrived at the gate of Mingzong Mountain, didn't it mean that he was going to betray Tianmen?

"Senior, the younger generation has a teacher, let me go!" Jin Yang begged and did not dare to say anything radically, but he knew that his life was in the hands of others, and he could turn himself to ashes by waving his hand.

"Hey! Boy, the comers of Mingzong will not refuse. If Tianmen can still accept you, you can go back. The old man was in a good mood and explained to Jin Yang surprisingly.

"Can you still leave the Pluto?" Jin Yang was slightly surprised that he didn't expect the rules of Mingzong to be so loose. The old man on the Underworld smiled and ignored Jin Yang.

Just as Jinyang looked at him and waited for a reply, the sea rolled to the center. In an instant, it disappeared, and all the underworld, white bones, ghosts and gods were restrained in his body.

Jinyang stood in the air, the old man stood beside him, and the two stood side by side.

Looking around, the sky is sunless all year round, and the strange atmosphere surrounds people's creepy. A big black mountain stands in front of Jinyang, no more than 3,000 feet high, far less than the vastness of millions of feet of peaks in Tianmen. The mountain is rocky, and only black stones are bare.

"Kid, after worshipping the ancestor, you are the seventh generation disciple of the underworld." After saying a word, the old man left without looking at the top of the mountain. Jinyang stood still, worried and didn't know whether he should keep up.

Looking at the old man who disappeared from the Great Montenegro, Jin Yang sighed for a long time and no longer hesitated. Whether it was Longtan Tiger's den in front of him, he had to break through. I'm afraid it's impractical to escape now. He was shocked and looked at the Great Montenegro shooting away.

After the dark Black Mountain approached, Jinyang felt an unusual breath. There was a sadness in the pure mysterious atmosphere, as if it came from ancient times and did not disappear through ancient times. Slowly fell to the top of the mountain, stepping on the Great Black Mountain, and Jinyang had a feeling of stepping on the body of the extremely strong man.

Looking down at the dark mountain stone, it is like a stubborn stone without any luster, but Jinyang knows that the origin of this mountain is extremely simple, and the ice and cloud peaks of thousands of souls are not even short.

"Come in!" A low voice came.

Jinyang looked at the only hall on the top of the mountain, and his arrogant, arrogant and exposed edge made people afraid.

He walked forward slowly and was the only one in his heart. He stepped on the path, and the messy stones marked that there were not many people on the top of the mountain. Although he walked slowly, he walked ten feet in one step, and Jinyang came to the front of the hall.

"Three bows and knock!" The voice in the hall came again. Jinyang stood in front of the hall and was stunned. The dignity of immortals was rarely able to withstand it. The existence of kneeling and worship was recognized by heaven and earth and engraved with the existence of inscription, which was different from those who had no fate and good luck. Immortals have no luck, and those who are kneeled will lose their luck.

Jin Yang stood in front of the hall, hesitated for a moment, slowly bowed, and obeyed the instructions of the voice.

Boom, boom, boom...

At the moment when Jinyang worshipped, the Great Montenegro earthquake was like a twelve-magnitude earthquake. The black mountains and rocks trembled, and the solidified Great Montenegro suddenly created cracks, as if they were about to collapse. Suddenly, the sky was dark, and a strange silence broke out, blessing the Great Montenegro that was about to collapse.

The owner of the voice in the hall was completely stunned and did not react with his countless years of cultivation. In the past, even if someone caused a shock, it was only in an instant that there was no such thing as Jinyang.

Jinyang seriously bowed three times and nine times. At the moment when the Great Black Mountain shook, Jinyang appeared completely differently. Everything was twisted, and the hall in front of him slowly turned into a skull. The black bones are full of air, as if they had just died. Jin Yang looked up at him, looked directly at the empty eyes, and his heart was blank.

Just as Jin Yang stared at his mind without distractions, his dark eyes suddenly shot out a fine light and rushed into Jin Yang's forehead.

The world in front of Jinyang is distorted, and his body is still kneeling, as if nothing has changed. The people in the hall's eyes fell on Jinyang, and there was nothing strange. Jinyang still knelt down there seriously.

"Move?" The tone was uncertain, and the illusion of the moment was unbelievable. Then he shook his head again and really moved!

Jin Yang stood respectfully in front of the hall, and his heart was no longer uncertain, and all the distracting thoughts disappeared, as if he himself was a believer of the Pluto and the most devout believer.

"Come in!"

Jin Yang moved when he heard the sound, stepped on the steps, and slowly climbed up. The thick door has no metallic luster, engraved with yinwen that Jin Yang can't understand. He raised his hand and pressed it on the heavy gate. Before the door opened hard, the light inside came out and reflected on Jin Yang's face.

The hall is empty, and it is still the old man, but the costume has completely changed, no longer that appearance. Wearing a nine-section jade crown, a sword on his waist and crotch, wearing a black dragon robe, his feet stepped into the sky, very much like a prince of the mortal world. It's just a momentum that condenses and is so magnificent that people mistakenly think that they are in the sea, and a wave can overturn themselves.

Jin Yang fixedly looked at the old man, and his prince-like dress was difficult to accept for a while.

"Abus, the seventh-generation disciple of the Pluto, take the sword!"

The old man seemed to be a prince, giving him a meritorious deployment in the war, sacred and solemn. The big sword at his waist pulled out, swinged horizontally, and landed in front of Jinyang.

The two are no more than ten feet apart. Jin Yang looked at the sword. The sword was dark, and the war marks of the sword halberd were full. Even the inscription on it was covered, and there was even a big gap on it, as if it had been jumped off.

Jin Yang stood still and did not immediately take the sword. The old man did not urge him, but held the sword respectfully, like his servant.

For a long time, Jin Yang did not make any action.

"Retake the sword!" The old man said loudly. Jinyang, who was silent on the marks of the sword, was immediately shocked.

Slowly looked up at the old man like a prince, with a serious and solemn face. Jin Yang knew that if he took over this sword, he was afraid that he would be implicated in the unclear Mingzong in his life. There are so many things that happen in a day that Jin Yang has no time to think at all and no choice.

The cracked sword is in front of Jinyang, and as long as Jinyang reaches out his hand, he can catch it.

"The Mingzong began in ancient times and inherited it shorter than the Jinwu clan!" The old man spoke slowly. Thunder exploded in Jinyang's ears. Unexpectedly, the unknown Mingzong was passed down for a long time. Jinyang observed it on the Great Black Mountain. I'm afraid there were few people in this sect. They thought it was a declining sect, but now it seems far beyond the ordinary sect.

"Mingzong, the sixth generation of patriarch is not self-righteous, pass the sword!" Ah, I don't say it in a low voice.

Jinyang fixedly looked at the big sword in front of him. If he took it, he would be named Jinyang by the saint from now on, Albus! Just as Jin Yang's mind turned, he suddenly heard a sound and immediately made him firm.

"The power of the Pluto can support you to find the answer."

Jin Yang stretched out his hands and took the heavy sword, as if he were disrespectful.

"The Pluto, who was silent for countless eras, finally found the inheritor in my unconsolent hand, and the last wish of the Pluto finally had hope." Ah, he didn't mutter to himself and couldn't hear it. Even if Jin Yang stood in front of him, he didn't hear it.

Just as Jinyang paid attention to the sword, a force swept through and swept Jinyang out of the hall. Ah, the unconsolating scabbard flew out and landed on Jinyang's back.

When the sword returned to the sheath, Jin Yang knew that the power of the sword was completely sealed with a little contact, like a stubborn iron, but Jin Yang knew in his heart that even the Pluto, which had inherited countless eras of times, even the suzerain was so cautious. I'm afraid that the sword was far beyond the fairy treasure, and the pure yang treasure was the most likely.

Jinyang stood outside the hall, with a little starlight looming on his forehead, and ordinary people could not see the whole picture. Looking at the silent Black Mountain, there were no people or beasts, no breath of life, and even that kind of sadness fell silent.

"Abus!" Someone shouted behind him.

Jin Yang turned around, and the door of the hall was closed. In front of the door was the old man who grabbed him. Jin Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man. Now he is afraid that the two are not alone.

"You?"

"A corner!" The old man smiled, did not have the ferocious color of grasping himself, and did not have the momentum to kill him.

Jin Yang was fixed in place, and even if there were countless doubts in his heart, he did not say it. He had just come into contact with the secret of Mingzong, and there was no need to figure it all out. Jinyang does not intend to stay in the Mingzong for a long time. Even if he is one of them now, he has no sense of belonging at all. What Jinyang wants now is to find a way to go.

"You can go first." A corner whispered in a low voice.

Jin Yang was stunned, looked at a corner of himself and said, "Why?" After saying that, Jinyang regretted it. Isn't it uncomfortable?

A corner walked to Jin Yang and suddenly laughed: "There are only two people in Mingzong now. Who else do you think will care about you?"

"Aren't you?" Jin Yang asked puzzled.

"Me? I'm not just a distracted, not even the second yuan god. Yimizi said, but there was no unwillingness in his words, which were very generous. Jin Yang looked up at the hall and thought of the one he had only seen once.

"Yes."

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