Sword Pawn Crossing River

Wen Guangfeng, the ascension statue of the Great Emperor of Xuanyuan; Heng Zhoufeng, the giant stone chessboard of the fourth ancestor Hengzhou; Wei Jifeng, the White Tiger incarnation of the sixth ancestor Weiji...There are other living and unhealthy counterparts to Xuanyuan People who have made great contributions, let alone far away, there are several nearby, such as Sanqin, Han Peng, Chonglou, Hu Xuedao, and so on.

Lou Xiaoyi's face is solemn, but he doesn't agree with him. He has nothing to do with him. All of them are old monsters who have lived for tens of thousands of years. They have tens of thousands of people whose roots are thicker than his waist. dísciple, a lot of his admiration!

By the way, the current atmosphere of this robber den was led by this group of people, right?

In this turn, I spent three full days around the dome of Snow Mountain, letting them know how big Xuanyuan is, and it's more vast than a country in their original world, including holy sites of all sizes. It also includes certain taboo places, and many architectural styles.

On the last day, when passing by a mountain, everyone couldn’t help but look at the peculiar side of this mountain. These are all the famous thirteen peaks within the dome of Snow Mountain, and among the countless unfamous peaks. Only there are no buildings, palaces, pavilions, pavilions, nothing... there is only one altar, a huge altar!

The magnificence of the altar is that the entire altar surrounds the entire mountain! Start from the foot of the mountain and build up in circles! Now that hundreds of layers have been built visually, the lower part of the mountain has become an altar. How much manpower and material resources will it cost?

Looking down from the sky, where is the mountain, it is just an altar, and the whole lonely mountain plunges into the sky, like a long sword out of its sheath!

"Where is this? Is it the altar? Who is the memorial service?"

The Foundation Establishment is very curious, but Lou Xiaoyi disdains, desires extravagance, and wastes human resources. With that commitment, is it not good to do more for the common people?

"This is one of Xuanyuan's thirteen peaks, Crow Peak!"

The ancient Senior Brother Bei descended the flying boat and descended outside the huge altar. The altar was too big and around the bottom. Mortals have to run a lap for several months, and they have to fly oneself for some time.

Purge Zhuangrong, look solemn, and the breath brought by this mountain altar makes them breathless!

"Every hundred years, sect will invest manpower and material resources to build a layer! Over ten thousand years, more than a hundred layers have been built!

In tens of thousands of years, I’m afraid The entire mountain will be filled with the altar!"

The ancient Senior Brother Bei looked in a trance, "This is the sacrifice of an unknown sword cultivator! It represents the countless sword cultivator senior who died since Xuanyuan became a faction!

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No one dares to settle in their resting place, so the whole mountain has nothing but the altar! Remember, this place is not to be desecrated, and the desecrators die!

There are many secrets hidden. All I can tell you is what you Foundation Establishment can know! By the time Golden Core, you will know more stories about this place! Keep going up, the higher the boundary, the more you know!

There are rumors in Xuanyuan that when you can know the secret of Crow Peak, you will not be far from becoming a fairy!

I am also impossible to know its secret in my life! But you do It is possible!

Try hard!"

The secret of Crow Peak? This Xuanyuan's name is really not so good! It's awkward, just hearing the name, there is no desire to know its secret!

Lou Xiaoyi wanted to return to her thoughts, now she is a good student, she doesn't show up at all on her face, bowing her head piously, it's like dying Second Uncle.

Three days later, the three entry procedures were completed, and the ancient Senior Brother Bei took them back to the Temple of Ascension. It is still the two Palace Lords of Furukawa and Gugu who work there.

Gubei said, "Two Martial Uncles, dísciple has completed the task, and ten dísciples have passed the test and completed the before entering Sect. All procedures, please show me Martial Uncle!"

The two looked at the dísciple below with satisfaction, especially the kid who said weird things. Fortunately, Gubei’s work is well done. Now this He stopped talking strange things, and his attitude was very correct, standing straight, and looking like he knew what was wrong and could correct him.

"Since I have ordered Soul Lamp, it is my Xuanyuan member. I will love each other and improve each other in the sect!"

Furukawa has a lot of Luoquan dialect, I listened to it.

Lou Xiaoyi Sleepy, loving each other? Are you wrong? Isn't it just killing each other?

He doesn't know why oneself can't fit into the atmosphere of this Sect! I don't know how others are, are you really so full of wishes?

This kind of thinking is very unfathomable mystery! I don't know where it came from? Why? Just because of the love of spell? It doesn't seem to be all!

It stands to reason that such a place to stay is not bad, the advanced cultivation Star Domain, Peak’s Sect strength, can foresee countless cultivation techniques, perhaps very generous benefits, for a lower class For a cultivator born in astral body, what else is unsatisfactory?

The magic is stunned? What is affected by it? It shouldn't be. Nothing can affect him in the third grade Star Domain. He has always been very awake and understands what oneself is doing; could it be those countless years in the deep sky of the universe? do not understand!

"Next, there is a case to go! It is your dharma name!

In my Xuanyuan, the dharma name changes every 100 years, and my this generation is led by ancient times. , So there are Furukawa, Guguoka, Gubei, etc.; our next generation is excellent, and the next generation is light...

The head of your this generation is smoke!"

Everyone listened quietly. There is no choice for this thing, especially the first word. You can’t ask for whatever you like; Lou Xiaoyi is very satisfied with this. His name is too ordinary, and it is similar to the nine people who came with him. It’s not that he blames his parents, but that he compares everything together, especially when the two Kunxiu’s names are in small print, which makes him very embarrassed!

Now, everyone is back to the same level. Smoke is a very artistic word. Anyway, he thinks it is much stronger than ancient, light and excellent...

Smoke lock The pond, the smoke is vast, the smoke is full of smoke, and it is so artistic...

But it turns out that he thinks too much, the first word is fixed as smoke, and the second word cannot help but they choose oneself, but in Sect The old pedagogical pedagogy has already risen up. Just waiting for the newcomers to enter the pit, they will choose one after another. There is still a lot of room for the first choice. Like them, the generation that has passed half a century has fewer names to choose from. .

Gu Gang held out a great cauldron with a lot of jade pieces inside, each with a word on it, matched with the word smoke, it is their name!

It's the lottery!

This is pure luck. Their poor spiritual consciousness can't break through the isolation of the great cauldron at all. This is inevitable. Since this is the choice, of course it is impossible to pick, otherwise oneself will be named. What trouble do you do?

Guoka said with a smile: "Practice, luck is very important, all kinds of luck! Names are also one of them, some names sound bad, but there is Great Destiny, Xuanyuan tens of thousands of years This kind of thing is not uncommon in the history of "oneself"!

Choose one, one for each person, take it away and don’t change it!"

So they came up one by one, and no one grabbed it!"

They all understand that the first choice of this kind of thing may not be a good thing, and staying behind may not be without luck.

But there are also people who are vying for the first place, such as Ling Ruofeng, who is one step ahead. He stretched out his hand without hesitation, took out a piece of jade, and wrote a word of dust!

Smoke, a very artistic conception, Ling Ruofeng can't hold back oneself's smile, and I am very satisfied with oneself's luck!

Xiao Beinan's second shot is a word for river, Yanhe, it seems a bit strange!

Zhan Qianjun, Yan Cang, perfect!

Marshal Jun, smoke, a bit weird?

Mu Jianchen, Misty Rain, good luck!

Then it is Kunxiu. They grabbed another part of the great cauldron. The names of men and women are displayed separately, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Qin Errong, Yanxia,

Mu Cailing, Yanluo,

Tang Xiaoluo, Yanliu,

Gong Xiaodie, Yan Dai,

Lou Xiaoyi feels a little flustered, who gave this name? Such a moody smoke character has become what it is now? Before him, there were cigarette cases, ashtrays, and pipes. What would it be his turn?

Isn’t that bad luck? It seems that bad names have been taken away? It must have been there before, and now three have been taken away. What's so bad about it?

He couldn’t shrink his hands and feet either, he strode forward, stretched his hands in, and didn’t learn to stir. Instead, he picked up the first jade piece he encountered, turned it over, and almost didn’t. Fainted!

A word is clearly written on the jade film, head!