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The crystal ball suddenly glowed with blazing golden light. The strong light was like a statue of the sun, stinging all the people below, making them unable to open their eyes.
On the altar, the white-haired old man looked at the scene excitedly and laughed loudly and said: "Okay! Okay. Okay. I finally found an heir in the Nine Palaces. I don't think I am alone!"
"Haha! After ten million years of waiting, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
One of the nine heirs finally returned to his position.
The time for my Jiutian Palace to regain its glory is coming soon.
"Hahaha¡¡"
On the altar, the white-haired old man laughed heartily. It's hard to imagine that he was a top strong man in ancient times.
However, no one knew how helpless this ancient strong man felt. In order to find the nine heirs, he waited for thousands of years and watched the changes in the sea. To this day, only one person has returned.
"How can this be?"
It emits golden light and is still so dazzling!
"It is said that the Blood Demon Sword test also emitted golden light, but it was very dull and not that dazzling!"
"This person is either in grade 8 or grade 9. No wonder this elder is so happy."
? Next, a group of people are shocked, jealous, envious and hateful.
The four kings and five geniuses were all shocked. Their faces were very solemn, their eyes staring at the round platform and some puzzled ice and snow.
"Xue'er's talent has indeed changed. It should be related to the cold body." Fang Lang thought to himself with a happy face.
Beside them, Sun Yun, Li Lanshan and others were also very excited. No matter what, Mu Bingxue is their friend and warrior from the Great Inflammation Country. They feel happy naturally.
"I spent a leafy day in Dayan, and now there is another snow and ice. Father, you can rest assured." Yan Tianxue withdrew his shocked gaze and thought to himself.
Boom.
Suddenly, the void trembled, the endless stars split in all directions, and the bright portal slowly appeared in front of everyone.
These portals radiate fiery light like vortex passages. There are nine portals, each with a name on it.
Tai Chi, Yin and Yang, Shura, Ice, Xuanwu, Tianyi, Chongding, Hundred Battles, Crazy Magic!
Fang Langyi swept through these entrances one after another, his heart trembling. The aura emanating from these portals made him feel as gigantic as ancient times.
At the altar, the white-haired old man waved, and the door was immediately opened, and endless white light was released, blinding the crowd. "Mu Xuebing, are you willing to worship Jiutian Palace, become the heir of Bingbing Holy Palace, and dedicate your life to the glory of Jiutian Palace?"
The white-haired old man looked seriously at the ice and snow in front of him. His loud voice spread across the starry sky, shaking the chests of countless people below.
At this time, the white-haired old man's momentum, vitality and terrifying power made everyone feel suffocated, unable to move their hands and feet, leaving them dripping with cold sweat.
Only wood, ice and snow were not forced by this momentum. She looked at the white-haired old man with some uneasiness, and then turned to the trees below.
"Xue'er¡ª¡ª" Fang Lang raised his head vigorously and looked at Bingxue head-on.
"I.I know!"
With Fang Lang¡¯s support, Mu Xuexue raised her head and said firmly.
In her heart, she also wants to become stronger so that she can help Fang Lang.
"Very good!" When the white-haired old man heard this, he immediately smiled. He stretched out his hand to move, but the wood and ice flew towards the frozen door out of thin air.
"From today on, you are a saint of the Holy Ice Palace, and you are qualified to enter the Holy Ice Palace to receive the inheritance. Go, I hope you can inherit the Ice Throne as soon as possible."
The white-haired old man said that his body emitted a blazing light, which once again stung the crowd who could hardly open their eyes.
After the light disappeared, the ice and snow here had disappeared.
"Go directly into the Ice Palace?"
Listening to the voice of the white-haired old man, everyone was stunned, with envy and jealousy on their faces.
There are nine sacred palaces in Jiutian Palace, and they have been known for a long time. For a long time, warriors from 18 countries in the North Sea have been trying to enter the Nine Temples, but so far, no one has succeeded.
As we all know, Jiugong has the unique skills and many internal skills of Jiutian Palace.
With these things, even ordinary warriors can become King Wu, Huang Wu, not to mention their geniuses.
Unfortunately, Jiutian Palace¡¯s test was tooStrict.
"Mu Bingxue. Now she is going to be famous. It is definitely not a problem to surpass the Four Kings and be promoted to the King of Martial Arts." Many people lamented.
In the crowd, this strange girl Gongsun Xuan also showed a hint of jealousy and secretly gritted his teeth.
The king, Wu Zhao, Wufeng Zhe and others, one after another, looked extremely majestic. They naturally knew that once Mu Bingxue passed on, their future achievements would definitely surpass them, even surpass the 18 lords of the 18 North Sea countries.
¡°This is going to change!¡± some lament.
When the supreme war in the Paradise Palace ends, the 18 countries in the North Sea will be shocked by it. It is speculated that these 18 national leaders will not be able to sit idly by.
For Mu Bing and Xue, is this a blessing or a curse.
Fang Lang felt anxious secretly in his heart.
The skills of Jiutian Palace are definitely a big temptation for the eighteen kings. I'm afraid even the leader of Dayan Kingdom can't help but plunder.
However, with Fang Lang's current strength, facing 18 national leaders is like a moth flying into a flame.
"But if I can be promoted to the King of Wu in the Nine Heavens Palace, I will not be without the power of World War I." Fang Lang raised his head, a pair of dark eyes blooming with blazing light. On the altar, the white-haired old man withdrew his gaze and glanced at the crowd below. A loud voice sounded again.
"Although you have no talent, it is not just talent in martial arts. Opportunity, understanding and hard work are equally important. Now, although the Ice Palace has its heir, the other eight sacred palaces are still empty. Please choose one of them Come and embrace this opportunity.¡±
The white-haired old man said and closed his eyes again, as if he had entered a deep sleep.
Everyone under the round table looked at each other, and then each found an entrance to enter. Only the cold entrance was closed, and no one could enter.
Tai Chi, Yin and Yang, Shura, Ice, Xuanwu, Tianyi, Chongding, Hundred Battles, Crazy Magic!
Fang Lang's eyes swept across these entrances, observing them secretly.
Like Fang Lang, all the newcomers who came to heaven for the first time were secretly observing, while those who had already been to heaven on the 9th began to enter heaven quickly. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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