This huge black tablet is 9 meters high, which is a subtle and extreme number. In front of the monument, there is a blue word "burial", like a wandering dragon, and the breath emitted completely contrary to the meaning of the word itself. On the back is a picture of Tai Chi. Black and white are interdependent, but interdependent, as if bound by a circle of blood, in a trance. If this painting rotates itself into a fantasy, this is the monument of the kingdom of heaven, which intimidates the world.

Unlike the Sky Burial Stone Monument, the blood-colored giant monument is only six meters long. In the solemn spirit, it is really difficult to hide the meaning of a small murder. The front of the giant monument is engraved with six iron laws of Mu Ren, and the back is the three circles of the well-known six-character true law of "the saint is not exposed to the world". This is the famous tablet of his Liufu!

Zhang Yang's eyes shone with inexplicable light. In the past, he could only watch the altar from afar, because he was not the Mu tribe, or even the surname. Now he can finally observe the altar that God has always admired at close range.

Standing beside Zhang Yang, there are 23 other young men and women, each of whom is full of spirit and bones. Their faces are also full of excitement. This will be a key day in their lives, and their path to the future will be decided. As guardians and law enforcement officers of these three worlds, every member of the Mu tribe will attend such a ceremony at the age of 16.

Zhang Yang had infinite feelings in his heart, and his fate had changed drastically. He had fantasized about the opening ceremony countless times. Therefore, he was no longer just a bystander, he was no longer just a little nerd who could only be jealous, he wanted to participate in the Qiling ceremony. I don’t know why, Zhang Yang’s heart actually had a little sour leaves. Since he was lonely and helpless, he has experienced many mismatched pain and sour leaves. Now he can finally see that the dawn of his life belongs not because of Qi Ling, but because of the difference.

With the chaos of thought and the arrival of the long-standing Mu Hua, Zhang Yang looked at Mu Hua on the high Taiwan, and his eyes became more firm. Sooner or later, he would stand at the top of the world and become an immortal emperor or even a saint.

"Clan! It's time for our people to hold an important ceremony, but this time it's not like before, because I will no longer preside over it." The words of the old man Muhua immediately made the public talk.

"What's going on? Why do you want to change?"

"Do you always want to retire?"

“Who is more qualified than the elders?”

No, no!

...

"!Okay, OK!" The old old man Muhua smiled and gently stroked his beard, "needless to say, it was my clan leader who presided over the ceremony this time!"

As soon as it came out, everyone screamed.

"Class leader? Please, I haven't seen the patriarch yet?"

"In the end, I can finally see the face of this patriarch during his lifetime. There are no regrets, really no regrets!"

...

Most of the younger generation live in the myth of the patriarch, while middle-aged people are only a few who see the prestige of the patriarch, while the older generation fights side by side with the patriarch in different eras, with different emotions, different worship, excitement and joy. With tears.

Looking at the surprise reaction and various expressions, Mu Hua couldn't help but sigh, cleared her mood, and he calmly reached out to everyone: "Okay, you can't wait for a while, please have a parent below!" As the old man's voice fell, the drums shocked everyone's heart.
Chapter completed!