surnamed Wang

The Lingmen, also known as the Yinmen, is the highest secret in the Yangcang Realm. It has always been controlled by the Yang family, and it will only be opened once every thousand years.

The appearance of Lingmen can be traced back thousands of years ago, when the ancestors of the Yang family, who were still casual cultivators, were chased and killed by the enemy, strayed into a space crack, and got good luck in it, and only then did the royal family become today.

It is said that the crack is connected to the residence of a strong man in the Holy Spirit Realm, and it can accommodate up to 80 people at a time, and the danger will increase several times if there is one more.

This number was explored by people of all ages at the cost of their lives. When the spiritual gate was opened for the first time, the Yangcang Realm sent out [-] outstanding disciples at once, and none of them survived in the end.

Thousands of years later, the number of people dispatched was reduced to half, but they were still slaughtered as soon as they entered, and no one knew what happened.

In the third millennium, only 50 people entered the rift, and there were still heavy casualties, but those who came out alive had smooth sailing in their cultivation in the future, and the speed was much faster than their peers.

According to the surviving monks, the world behind the spirit gate is vast and boundless, and they felt a majesty as soon as they set foot in it.

This majesty is ruthless and cold, it will not hurt people but it makes them fearful, wishing to kneel down and bow down to the invisible Tianwei immediately.

The sky there is also blue, but there is no cloudy or sunny change. The water reflects the reflection of the sky, but there are no ripples when throwing stones. There are yellow sand and vegetation on the ground. The yellow sand is rigid and undulating, and the vegetation is dark green and lifeless.

The flowers don't have fragrance, the birds don't sing, the insects don't sing...everything is weird, but they live in peace.

The 50 people acted separately, looking for the rumored strong man aimlessly, until the evening of the ninth day, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color.

The wind blows, the dark clouds cover the sun, the stormy waves hit the shore, the rain and snow are flying, all those late scenes come at this moment.

There were bursts of thunder in the sky, and fierce beasts revealed their figures under the light of the lightning, and then began to attack the monks below.

The bodies of the ferocious beasts were translucent, and their viscera were clearly visible. Some complex runes were flickering faintly, but there was no fluctuation of spiritual power on their bodies.

The fifty monks covered all realms, but when facing those fierce beasts that had never been seen before, even the supernatural powers of the resident soul stage could not help them. In the end, after most of them were destroyed, the remaining few returned to the Yangcang Realm from the crack in a hurry .

After thousands of years, the Yangcang Realm continued to send monks there, and after several trials, they finally figured out the general rules.

The Spirit Gate can accommodate a maximum of 80 people, including the strong man whom no one has ever seen, a total of 81 people, which is exactly the number of ninety-nine. After entering the gate, they can stay for up to nine days. There will inevitably be a herd riot in the evening of the ninth day.

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In the starry sky, eighty monks gathered together, and the three immortal masters in front of them quietly looked towards the east, as if they were waiting for someone to come.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, Ziying happened to be standing next to Yang Dingchun, who was still dressed in black, wrinkled his nose and said:
"Can you stay away from this young master, it smells bad."

"The crow stands on the pig and laughs at the pig." The man said with a blank expression.

Although he killed one thousand enemies and lost eight hundred, Ziying didn't look like a pig horizontally or vertically, but Yang Dingchun's black outfit looked like a crow.

The young man's words made the woman think of those nasty guys in the Three Immortals Realm. Just when she wanted to stab him, the three immortal masters not far away said at the same time:
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, and the Sovereign."

All the monks looked solemn, bowed towards the east together, repeated the same words in their mouths, and then raised their heads, there were two more people beside the third master.

The old man in the middle is the master of the Cangjie Sect. He is dressed in coarse linen and looks very casual.

The old man's name is "Chao Wen Dao". Although the name is not very auspicious, but at the age of a thousand years, there is no sign of death, but his cultivation is getting better and better, which seems to be getting old and getting stronger.

The old man was a sword cultivator when he was young. After competing with a sword cultivator from the Three Immortals Realm, he was almost defeated by a narrow move. Since then, he has abandoned his sword practice and achieved the current peak state of the Mahayana stage. The sword cultivator who surpassed him back then , is now the Lord Taibai Immortal Emperor of the Three Immortal Realms.

Next to the old man was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a standard orthodox handsome appearance.

A pair of sword-shaped eyebrows are inserted straight into the temples, eyes are piercing, and a Chinese character face with a beard of just the right length, paired with a gold-patterned black brocade suit, looks heroic and extraordinary.

Ziying in the crowd touched her chin and said to the woman beside her:
"Your father must have fascinated many girls when he was young."

"That's needless to say?" Yang Dingchun seemed to have forgotten the grievances between the two, and there was even joy in his words.

"Then why did you grow crooked?"

"You bastard…"

As soon as Yang Dingchun yelled half a sentence, she realized that something was wrong, and quickly stopped talking, and everyone around her looked at her. Even though she lived to be more than 100 years old, she still couldn't help being embarrassed for a while.

The middle-aged man who is an emperor looked at the man who made his daughter lose his temper with great interest, then nodded to the old man and said:
"let's start."

……

The two each made a handprint and pointed forward at the same time. A three-sheet-high crack gradually appeared in the void. The crack opened slowly, and a breeze leaked out from the inside.

After the people came into contact with the breeze, they felt neither warm nor cold, as if it had no temperature in the first place.

The cracks opened wider and wider, and chains appeared inside the cracks. As the cracks widened, the chains tightened and tightened, and finally collapsed into a straight line.

Emperor Yang and the old man's expression began to look a little struggling. With their majestic cultivation, they still couldn't open it all at once, and the monks in the rear couldn't help but get nervous when they saw this.

"Please fight the bull sword!"

Yang Huang said in a deep voice, his voice was still majestic, but his tone was a little respectful.

After he finished speaking, there was a whistling sound in the east, and a wide-bladed giant sword approached in an instant. A young monk was sitting on the sword holding the sword.

When he came close, the young man flew down to the sword, and the sword became smaller. He held the hilt of the sword and swung the sword vigorously towards the crack.

After a while, there was a series of metal cracking sounds, and all the chains were broken. The young man who had done all this turned around and left with his sword again, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

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Seeing the other party's figure going away, Yang Dingchun's eyes flickered, and this scene fell into Ziying's eyes without any accident. He approached and asked in a low voice:
"Where's the nympho?"

"What nonsense, that's a tool spirit."

"Qi Ling? Then you still look like you want him?"

"Nonsense, the bullfighting sword is the saber of the great ancestor of the Yang family. After the ancestor fell, no one is qualified to control it except the sword spirit, even the emperor Yang is no exception. Who wouldn't want to have such a magical weapon?"

After Yang Dingchun finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and turned to look at the man with suspicion in his eyes.

Ziying was startled subconsciously when she saw this, but then she became a little puzzled. She didn't do anything wrong, so what was she afraid of?
The woman stared at each other for a long time, and then said:

"Strange, why am I telling you this?"

"Maybe it's because I'm handsome, but then again, let's get to know each other for a while, do you want me to cover you after you go in?"

"No, my young master already has companions."

After all, she looked at a tall and straight male cultivator not far away, and Ziying followed her gaze, with murderous intent in his eyes.

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