Chapter 109 Greater Montenegro

Jin Yang learned from Yifangzi that Mingzong said that it originated from ancient times. In fact, even the ancestors of the sect did not know the real origin of Mingzong. In countless eras, Mingzong had lost most of the classics, and later Mingzong was rebuilt by later generations. The most important inheritance is preserved, and the sword on Jin Yang's back is part of it.

"Inheritance?" Jin Yang stroked the sword and looked at a corner. Yizi, like a guide, led Jinyang around the Great Black Mountain to let him understand the inheritance of Mingzong.

"Yes, most of the stunts of Pluto have been lost, and even the one-arm Pluto kowtowed three times has been lost! Legend has it that it is the most powerful stunt. As long as you can carry the artifact, even the holy weapon is useless!"

Jinyang was secretly shocked that the forbidden art of Mingzong was so powerful that he wanted to carry the artifact. Isn't "one-arm Pluto kowtowed three times" a trick to attack luck? You should know that the luck of immortals is connected to heaven and earth, and it is always peaceful. Only great merit can be supported, and it is extremely difficult to get it.

"Do you know why the residence of Mingzong was built on this hill?" A corner did not respond to Jin Yang, turned around and asked, facing the gloomy sky.

"Like the body of a strong man!" Jin Yang said in a low voice.

A corner suddenly turned around and stared at Jin Yang, his eyes were changeable, and his hair was creepy.

"Great Montenegro is the dead body of a generation of ancestors! The time of silence is countless!" Yizi said slowly. Jinyang's heart suddenly burst into his heart and suddenly thought of the words of the five-clawed golden dragon Aohong. There are several old monsters in Chudi. If they get their support, it is enough to be a hero! The suzerain of this Pluto will not be one of them.

"It has been passed down to the generation of ontology, which is already the sixth generation." Yizi said slowly and looked at Jinyang with a sigh, with a trace of light in his eyes.

Jin Yang's thoughts were more firm when he heard that the power of Mingzong was not unfounded.

"What should I do?" Jin Yang relaxed his whole body and said casually.

A corner looked at Jin Yang as if he didn't know him. In this way, the two of them settled down on the Great Black Mountain. You looked at me, I looked at you, and didn't say anything. In the dark light, two people, old and young, stood in the dim mountain rock, which looked extremely strange.

"Don't do anything!" A corner said, without the slightest smell of fireworks and no atmosphere, but like an elder who teaches the younger generation. Jin Yang nodded and stopped talking. Even if this Mingzong wants something from himself, it is difficult for him to achieve it now.

"The Great Black Mountain is in a secret situation. Look, these permeated mysterious spirits are all transformed by the cultivation of a generation of ancestors, and they have not disappeared for many years."

Jinyang walked on the Great Black Mountain and listened to a corner of explanation, and had no idea in his heart. If there is no accident, he will soon be able to leave the inheritance of Mingzong.

Not to mention the strange rocks, the big black mountain is full of caves, and Jinyang's scalp is numb. Looking in, he looks at the thin skinned skeletons and bones sitting in it, without any breath of life. The hemp clothes on their bodies have long turned into ashes, and some have even had no skin, and Jinyang's hair is creepy.

A corner smiled and did not explain. Jin Yang looked at the bones and was panicked.

"Kid, what are you looking at? The lifeless skeleton suddenly opened his mouth, which scared Jin Yang and almost drew his sword. The bone shelf coiled in the cave staggered and slowly stood up, and the fragments of his linen clothes turned into flying ashes.

Jinyang fixed his eyes and saw that his white bones were as bright as jade and crystal clear. There is no old at all, just like a rare treasure. The height of the big hole did not touch his skull. It was almost as high, and the smooth white bone slowly came out.

A corner stood behind Jinyang and looked at the white bone skeleton, with a wry smile in his heart. The movement of inheritance was so great that even the four sleeping elders woke up.

"Are you, the seventh-generation reserve suzerain?" The white bone skeleton walked out of the cave and saw the sword behind Jin Yang. His attitude suddenly changed and he was extremely solemn. After hearing this, Jin Yang hurriedly turned around and looked at a corner, and his heart turned upside down. Unexpectedly, a big sword made him the reserve suzerain.

A corner nod hard.

Jin Yang turned around and looked at the white bone skeleton and bowed. It didn't look like he was electrocuted. He flashed out in an instant and stood beside Jinyang without receiving this gift.

"I can't live in my hometown!" The white bone skeleton was angry and stared at a corner, as if it was going to eat him.

"Four elders, he doesn't know the rules of Mingzong, this..." Yizi can't go on. The jade-like white bone skeleton has dodged up, stepped on him with one foot, and breathed fiercely.

Jin Yang turned around and looked at the two of them, puzzled. This Mingzong felt very heavy. He didn't know that the four elders emerging from there were so fierce that even the dote body of the suzerain dared to insult them. There is no anger in the corner lying on the ground, like a habit, as a natural foot.

A corner slowly got up and was not embarrassed. He looked at Jin Yang and said solemnly, "Mingzong, there is only one living master, and the dead have four elders, and the rest are the combat power accumulated by Mingzong."

Jin Yang looked at the four elders standing beside a corner. The four elders seemed to have no interest at all and ignored Jin Yang's gaze. The white flame that had just risen on the white bone was slowly silent. The skeleton suddenly collapsed and the bones scattered on the ground.

Jin Yang was stunned and haunted him!

"The elder is dead!" A corner said slowly, and Jin Yang's eyes widened, unbelievable. He just stood up, spoke after opening, and even kicked a corner to the ground. From beginning to end, there is no yuanshen and breath of life, but can it be resurreanied?

"Dead?" Jinyang first peeped at the magic of Mingzong, and even the immortals could not understand the existence of this life.

"I died early!" A corner didn't say much. He left, and the bones that fell between the rotten stones were not sorted out. Jin Yang looked at his back and thought for a moment. He bent down to pick up pieces of bones and sent them to the hole to arrange them.

Touching the skeleton from smooth jade to rotten bone-like skeleton, Jin Yang sighed in his heart that the contemporary suzerain is a very strong man, but the elders in the sect are like this, no human beings, ghosts or ghosts. No matter how magical it is, it is hard to compare with flesh and blood, and the qi and blood are enough to shatter the mountains and rivers.

"Be careful! Pluto!" Just as Jinyang sighed, a white bone suddenly shook, and a consciousness spread into Jinyang's sea of knowledge.

Jin Yang paused, and he did not slowly put pieces of bones neatly in his hand, but his heart turned upside down. The sudden Mingzong didn't know what was waiting for him.

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