"My friend, it seems that you have really realized it! Otherwise... the cage of heaven and earth would not be opened!" The old man smiled helplessly, "Your era has finally arrived!"

"My era?" Zhao Yuande seemed to feel something was wrong. He felt like he was cheated!

"Not bad! It's your era and your mission!" The old man smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect it to be you. Why did the Demon-Slaying Sword in the inheritance of the Twelve Divine Swords choose you..."

"What is the Demon-Slaying Sword among the Twelve Divine Swords?" Zhao Yuande became more and more curious. He felt as if he had fallen into a terrifying vortex.

"This needs to start from the beginning, but this is not a place to speak. Come with me!" The old man turned around and walked towards a hall.

"Old ancestor, can I go with my aunt?" At this time, two figures appeared not far away, and it was Fang Yemei and the middle-aged beautiful woman.

"Okay! Come together!" the old man nodded.

"Immediately organize this divine sword inheritance, so that all those who are qualified to enter the inheritance land will enter it this time! After the inheritance is over, all those who are not from the Fang family's blood will be driven down the mountain! Then recall all the disciples of the Fang family who have been practicing outside. Our Fang family will be sealed for thousands of years!" The old man's voice was conveyed, and the entire mountain top was echoing.

"There must be something that we don't know about in this world and world change, otherwise the ancestors would not have made such a decision!"

As soon as the news was passed, the entire Taicang Mountain was suddenly filled with excitement, and all the people who were qualified to enter the inheritance land showed irrepressible excitement on their faces.

Usually, ninety-nine people entered the inheritance land every hundred years, but now the Fang family has made such a decision. How can they not be excited?

Zhao Yuande and his friends quickly walked out of the palace and were hurriedly taken into a teleportation hall.

When their figures disappeared into the teleportation formation, the old man's brows frowned even tighter.

"He... is still too weak! I wonder if he can hide it from those hometowns this time!" Although the old man's voice was very light, he was extremely solemn.

"Old ancestor, is he... really OK?" Fang Yemei's voice trembled slightly, "He is in the late stage of the Saint Master realm!"

"I hope he grows up as soon as possible!" said the old man.

“…”

When Zhao Yuande and the other two walked out of the teleportation array, they were still a little shocked.

The information they just arrived can no longer be described as shocking.

"Brother Zhao... Isn't this a dream?" Lu Shan looked unbelievable, "Have you woke up from the dream now? We want to fight against the Lord, against the Lord... Isn't this seeking death?"

"The cage of the evil realm has been opened, and the Creation Realm is about to fall into chaos. The scene of demons dancing around is about to appear!" Feng Yingyu's voice was a little bitter, "It turns out that all this is not myths and legends, but real. It seems that our Shenyue Palace is also going to make a choice! Should we fight or close the mountain gate to escape..."

"If all major forces choose to block the mountains and hide from the world like the Fang family, what should we do if the Creation Realm is destroyed? Will it be destroyed because of this?" Lu Shan's face showed a hint of unbearableness.

"No matter how major forces choose, they have their ideas and reasons. We are not qualified to ask them, and no one wants to watch their sect destroy." Zhao Yuande sighed and shook his head, "But it is too early for us to discuss these things now. There is still a year before the disaster will really come. We still have some time to prepare!"

"One year... is too short." Feng Yingyu sighed softly, "But this should be the limit of the Fang family."

"Okay, don't discuss these things first. Since you have arrived in Zhongzhou, it's Miss Feng, your territory. You have to take us to have a good time." Zhao Yuande showed a hint of expectation on his face.

"Yes! In a year, we still have the right to choose. Let's go... don't be sad here!" Lu Shan nodded repeatedly.

"Okay! Brother Zhao, you are not in a hurry, why am I anxious?" Feng Yingyu showed a self-deprecating chuckling on her face.

"Where are we here now?" They walked out of the teleportation hall and looked at the bustling street.

"Look at that building...it seems to be the Shenyang Tower! This should be the Shenyang City of Shenyang Sect!" Feng Yingyu observed the surroundings and spoke.

"Shenyang Sect! It's not such a coincidence!" Zhao Yuande couldn't help but say, "Is it possible that senior knows the origin of my Shenyang Sect and deliberately sends us to the territory of Shenyang Sect?"

"What is your origin with the Shenyang Sect?" Lu Shan couldn't help but wonder, "What is the origin?"

"mine……"

"Get out of here, get out of here... When the Holy Son of Shenyang Sect is on his way, get out of here!" Just as Zhao Yuande wanted to explain, there were rumbling sounds coming from the end of the street.

They looked up and found a god chassis flying from the air. Three huge flame divine birds pulled the god chassis in front. A big man with black armor and a ferocious face sat in front of the god chassis and waved a long whip and kept whipping the flame divine bird.

"Hurry... Escape! The Holy Son of Shenyang Sect is coming, I don't know who is going to be unlucky again!" The practitioners on the street couldn't help but rush into the shops facing the street with wide eyes and horror, as if they were avoiding the plague god.

Zhao Yuande couldn't help but cause trouble, so he pulled Lu Shan and Feng Yingyu into a store.

"Miss Feng, what's going on with this saint son of Shenyang Sect?" Lu Shan looked confused, "How could such a big Shenyang Sect appear in such a playboy?"

"The saint son of Shenyang Sect, Wang Shenyang, is quite good, and he is also the fiancé of a senior sister of Shenyue Palace. I have seen him before, and he is not as gentle as such!" Feng Yingyu also looked puzzled.

"It's the first time you'll be here in Shenyang City!" At this time, a middle-aged man next to them looked at them and asked.

"It's indeed our first time here." Feng Yingyu nodded.

"No wonder," said the middle-aged man, "This is indeed the car of the Holy Son of Shenyang Sect, but the Holy Son of Shenyang Sect is definitely not among them. This is just a slave who pretends to be a tiger and a dog who relies on his power."

"You mean the man who drove the car?" Lu Shan said.
Chapter completed!