Ninety-seven. Ceremony

"Is that true?" Chen Hao showed disappointment on his face. He turned around and saw that the top of the mountain was very flat and there was no end at all. Many buildings were looming in the sky and mist. Although they were as vague as fairy, they lacked the aura of a hero. There was no lush ancient trees, only the lonely and desolate ground.

"Where should I go now?" He came to his senses and asked faintly, hiding a trace of worry deep in his tight brows.[]

"Transmission Hall." Jing Fan responded, "I have been in the Cangbing Peak for ten years and no disciples have been worshipped by my disciples. Now your joining is a great joy. Naturally, I will ring the golden bell and call on all the disciples to witness it. There, I will personally distribute to you the Taoist uniform and the jade rings that everyone in the Supreme Sect has."

Chen Hao nodded slightly when he heard this, but saw the man take out a huge black-scale broad sword out of thin air and throw it into the air unexpectedly. The heavy sword body let out a clang and sank into the ground with a clanging sound, splashing pieces of gravel.

The sound of "click" came from the ground, and the entire mountain was swaying slightly, as if the foot was no longer hard bluestone, but a sticky water curtain.

Chen Hao was wondering and wanted to ask, but a series of gold and iron attacks came from his ears. He turned around quickly and was surprised to find countless weapons rising from the ground, and bright blades intertwined to form a steel chariot. The evil spirits exposed made the surrounding clouds surging.

Those weapons and swords were more or less scarred, and some were even more indelible blood-colored traces, as if telling sad stories. The bright moon was hanging high, the cold fog rose, the canyon was faint, the two armies fought, blood flowed into a river, a ray of family love, full of national hatred, human power finally, how can the resentful spirits wander?

Before he could sigh, a powerful force came from behind him, and his body drew an arc in the air and finally landed on one side of the chariot. This was a shaft composed of two huge sword bodies. As soon as it fell, the weapons under him kept colliding and rolling, pushing the giant forward slowly. Standing on it, there was an illusion that the god of killing was revived, as if nothing in this aristocratic family could stop his own steps.

The monk named Jingfan also jumped up and made a magic seal in his hand. All the weapons let out a soft whisper, and the tip of the blade trembled slightly, as if the ministers in the palace were welcoming the emperor in fear and fear.

As if he saw Chen Hao's doubts, a hint of undetectable arrogance flashed across the man's face. He explained indifferently: "You just said that Zangbing Peak has a mystery that others don't know. Now you see one of them. Many years ago, this was the battlefield for the Supreme Sect to defend the enemy. There were countless genius disciples who had fallen. It was more appropriate to say that this was a tomb rather than a mountain. Various weapons were buried here. After years of influence from the energy of heaven and earth, many of them had been psychic and had become a kind of resentful soul. If the entire mountain was not sealed by many restrictions, these weapons would probably fly out and turn into various puppet lives, and be controlled by the resentment in the body to harm creatures."

"What, it's so secret." Chen Hao's mind was ups and downs. He stared at the blade around him, as if he had passed through many time and space, and saw the fierce battles here. Perhaps it was a battle of status. The Supreme Sect could reach its current status and would definitely trample on the corpses and destroy many unjust souls. These weapons have all the enemies and us. No wonder they were full of scars. They were the permanent and indelible memories left by the situation at that time.

"Of course, this chariot cannot be summoned by anyone. It is also determined by the degree of the agreement between the disciple's cultivation and the soul of the Tibetan Soldier Peak. Some disciples can only summon one or two psychic sword blades to assist in the enemy, while our Tibetan Soldier Peak Master can summon a hundred feet of swords and seas, forming a supreme formation to kill the enemy in an instant, which is much stronger than me." The monk in front of him glanced at Chen Hao indifferently, and explained without getting tired of it.

The chariot moved slowly, and the surrounding weapons reflected dazzling light from time to time. Chen Hao shook his head and asked in confusion: "I heard about some things about the peak master before. I was told by the elder Qu that the peak master had been hiding for a hundred years. He said that he had fallen into a special state. I wonder what it was?"

The short and fat monk changed his expression when he heard this, and he spoke solemnly, "Then Elder Qu is really talkative. You have to remember that this matter is a taboo in my Tibetan Bing Peak, that is, I. If there is a bad disciple who hears it, I am afraid that they will face you with weapons, and you don't have to be upset. When the time comes, you will naturally know the truth."

Seeing that the other party was talking seriously, Chen Hao slightly restrained his relaxed thoughts and was speechless for a moment. Only the rumbling sound of weapons hitting the ground was left in the air, breaking away the clouds and mist, and the outline of a hall appeared in the distance.

Before I could see the surroundings carefully, I suddenly saw a commotion ahead. Perhaps the chariot was too moving, which alarmed some people in the hall.

These people broke through the fog and stood in the void with various magical instruments. One of them was wearing a blue Taoist robe in Ximo and bowed to the short and fat monk next to him and said, "Senior Brother, why did you mobilize so many people? You even used the methods of the sword soul chariot? Who is the one next to you?"

Jing Fan waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the one next to me is your new junior brother. He has a great talent. Because he wondered whether my hidden secrets were hidden in my Battle Peak, I used some tricks and made some noise to summon you to hold an introductory ceremony for him in front of the cultivators. I wanted to knock on the golden bell placed on the top of the Hall of the Passage Hall, but later I thought it was a bit inappropriate, so I came up with this bad idea."

"The best roots and bones? What are the levels?" Some monks couldn't help but interfere. The Tibetan Bingfeng Peak had not injected fresh blood for more than ten years. They were naturally a little curious and wanted to see who the sacred brother was talking about.

"His talented roots and bones are a bit strange. At a glance, they are floating between the fourth and fifth levels. If you look carefully, you will find another world. You are no less than the second and third levels of cultivators, especially those in their physical realm, may be comparable to me. The sixth elder once said that he is a disciple of an ancient family, so it seems that the family-born martial arts are also good. Although you cannot become the true core disciple of the sect, if you enter the country, you can also wipe out the decline of my Tibetan Bing Peak."

The monk wearing a black Taoist robe nodded in agreement, "What the elder brother said is very much. It is less than ten years since the Purple Star Competition of each peak. If this junior brother can really make a big progress, he can also win a place in this grand event and add glory to this peak. We are also honored. If so, it would be appropriate to hold the grand entrance ceremony at this moment."

"Senior Brother Shengming, we are not as good as..."

"This junior brother was surprised at the sight of the bones. He was a dragon among humans. When he encountered the wind and clouds, he would soar to the nine heavens. If he had any questions about his practice in the future, he would just speak, and the senior brothers would teach him everything he had learned." A monk stroked his beard and spoke in admiration.

"We will also discuss..."

Everyone came up, saying everything, each of them was extremely enthusiastic. However, Chen Hao was at a loss when he saw this for the first time. He turned to look at the short and fat monk beside him, but saw that his slightly black face was filled with a happy smile, and there was still a strong expectation at the corner of his eyes.

"There are still some disciples on this peak who have not arrived. Yuanchu, please go and notify me." The senior brother turned slightly, looked at the monk wearing the ink green Taoist robe and ordered. The latter nodded, and his body turned into a blue light and flew towards the west of the mountain.

"The rest of the people, follow me into the hall, prepare all things first, and worship the ancestors of this peak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Hao felt that countless weapons under his feet collapsed with a clang, and most of them were sinking into the ground again. The shaft of the car he was standing was hurriedly falling towards the huge hall gate, igniting a strong gust of wind and making whistling sounds.

As soon as he saw darkness, he had already entered the hall. The shaft of the black giant sword gradually disappeared, turning into a small beam of black light and sank into Jingfan's palm. Uneven footsteps came from behind him. The monks outside had been entering one after another. Jingfan was wearing an indigo silk robe and took the lead. He climbed a low stairs of the hall and stood in front of a huge stone statue.

The stone statue is located in a sunken place, and there are images hanging next to it. In the painting, there are famous monks, all of whom are flying in their clothes, standing out of thin air on the top of clouds, or pedaling on the magic swords, or riding on the colorful feathers all over their bodies, or sliding in the rainbow light that runs through the sky, floating like a fairy, exuding a faint supreme majesty, which makes people feel the urge to kneel down and surrender at a glance.

Jing Fan stood on this stone platform, and made a series of seal techniques with a solemn expression, which caused the space in front of him to tremble. The tall stone statue suddenly trembled slightly, raised his arm, turned his palms to the sky, and his eyes shot out a milky white moonlight, which fell on the palm of the stone statue.

Chen Hao was surprised to find that the characters in the images on the wall suddenly became distorted, and finally turned into a phantom and walked out of the painting, falling into the palm of the huge stone statue, rising and falling in the milky white light.

"These pictures were written by a senior who entered the Taoist path through paintings. Each of them retains a strand of essence and spirit from the ancestors of this peak. They are covered with numerous restrictions, and they will not dissipate even after a thousand years. Now these spirits have turned into real illusions of ancestors of all generations, and are to witness this grand moment. Perhaps the heavens have a feeling, and the movement of stars will change the fate of my Tibetan Soldiers lineage!"
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