Lingyu Ji's momentum grew stronger and stronger, her long hair dancing wildly, and her collar surging with it. Surprisingly, a silver light fell from the sky and injected into her body.

"She actually triggered the Tianluo Star Light..." Not only Elder Bingyu and others, but also Huang Yihong was shocked.

After Huang Yihong realized it, he couldn't help but show ecstasy on his face. Tianluo was expected to rise, attracting Tianluo's star light, indicating that Lingyu Ji's talent had exceeded the expectations of the Supreme Elder.

It should be noted that the two ancestors of the Tianluo Sect used to spend at least a year or more to cultivate the Tianluo Ten Thousand Laws in order to attract the Tianluo Star Light.

How long has Lingyu Ji only been using it?

In less than two months, she had already attracted the Tianluo Star Light, indicating that her potential was still above those two ancestors who had cultivated the Tianluo Ten Thousand Laws.

Boom!

A figure suddenly descended from the sky, with a majestic and majestic aura covering the surroundings. Everyone felt the terrifying pressure emanating from this figure.

The bodies of Elder Bingyu and others froze instantly.

Compared to Elder Bingyu and others, although those disciples feel pressure, at most they just feel pressure. They cannot feel the specific pressure because the difference is too large.

Only Elder Bingyu and others can clearly feel how terrifying this pressure is.

"See Yang Ming's Left Envoy." The deacon of the Nangong Martial Palace quickly bowed to the incoming person.

"Get up," Yang Ming raised his hand and let go of his breath.

The pressure disappeared, and only then did Elder Bingyu and others realize that their back had been soaked in cold sweat at some point.

"I've seen Yang Ming's Left Envoy!" Elder Bingyu and others quickly bowed and dared not neglect.

The three deputy envoys of the Nangong Martial Palace, each with a status above that of an elder, even the leader of the Five Heavenly Masters who sees these three deputy envoys must yield three points of respect.

"Are you from Tianluo Sect?" Yang Ming, the Left Envoy, looked at Lingyu Ji.

"Yes, Yuji is the chief disciple of Tianluo Sect," Lingyuji replied.

"Your ability is sufficient to be the chief disciple. I ask you, would you like to practice with me in the Nangong Martial Palace?" said Yang Ming, the Left Envoy.

The words stirred up a thousand waves, and the disciples who were fighting in various war zones all stopped. Even Mo Wu and others sitting on the observation deck looked at Lingyu Ji with strange and jealous eyes.

As the top inheritors of the Five Great sects, Mo Wu and others have no suspense of becoming formal members of the Nangong Martial Palace, and there is even hope of becoming excellent members in the future.

But it's difficult to become a top member, it depends on luck.

The best opportunity is to be favored by the high-level officials of the Nangong Martial Palace, such as the Grand Deacon, in order to potentially obtain better resources.

As a result, Lingyu Ji was targeted by Yang Ming's Left Envoy.

There are only three deputy envoys in the Nangong Martial Palace, each with a status above that of an elder. If they can be favored by them, it will be a step up to heaven.

"Yuji is willing to follow the Left Envoy for cultivation," Lingyuji quickly replied.

"Okay, you will come to our envoy's residence tomorrow, and we will arrange for you to practice." Yang Ming, the left envoy, nodded with satisfaction and disappeared in place.

Huang Yihong's face immediately turned red. If Lingyu Ji could climb onto the high branch of Yang Ming's Left Envoy from behind, then Tianluo Sect would surely prosper in the future.

As the leader of this team, he will also add a lot of achievements.

At this moment, Lingyu Ji turned her gaze to Xiao Yu and said, "Are you trying to avenge your foolish elder brother? You are indeed a family, and they are all so foolish. However, if you can die in my hands, you should be proud. After all, the people I can kill in the future are all at the level of genius martial arts cultivators. Although you are not included, at least you have gained some glory."

After speaking, Lingyu Ji pointed at Xiao Yu's eyebrows.

In the Heavenly Clock area of the virtual realm.

Xiao Yun exuded a strong sword intent all over his body, battling with the nine Void Transforming Blade cultivators. The refined iron sword was covered in dense cracks and could explode at any time.

Shoo

The sword intent swept by, and the nine ethereal sword cultivators retreated one after another, releasing their strength to quantify and eliminate the invincible sword intent.

"Always almost."

Xiao Yun consumed a great deal of power and was unable to slay the Nine Void Transformation Sabres cultivators.

If they cannot be killed in a moment, they will fail. Once they fail, they will lose their qualification to step into the Nangong Martial Palace.

The final deadline for retrieving the Wuling Seed is approaching, and once it exceeds three months, it will be impossible to retrieve the Wuling Seed again.

Suddenly, Xiao Yun saw that the Nine Void Transforming Knives were skillfully crafted.

I didn't notice before, but now Xiao Yun noticed that although these nine virtual transformation knife cultivators have different moves, they are actually the same.

At that moment, Xiao Yun suddenly realized.

Blade pulse, blade bone, and blade soul are three completely different things, how can they be completely fused together. The integration of the three is not a superficial fusion, but a unique fusion.

They are all self transformed.

Whether it is the pulse, bones, or soul of the sword, they are all transformed from one's own body.

Xiao Yun suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart, and his horse slaying sword shone with an unprecedented sharpness.

At the crossroads of life and death.

A black haired old man dressed in a black gold martial robe with elegant behavior slowly appeared. He couldn't help but glance at the white haired old man and said, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for three years. You're even older than before."

The old man with white hair still kept his eyes closed, seemingly unwilling to pay attention.

"The times have changed, and you still need to stick to tradition? Except for you, the Southern Court is almost extinct, so why are you so stubborn? The current Southern Palace Martial Palace no longer has a distinction between the North and the South."

"Senior brother, as long as you nod, I will immediately open a branch hall for you, asking you to reopen the lintel and recruit new disciples. If possible, how about I name you the South Court Branch Hall?" said the Black Gold Martial Robe Elder.

The old man with white hair remained motionless like a withered tree.

The smile on the old man in the black and gold martial robe disappeared, and his gaze was cold as he stared at the old man with white hair. "Senior brother, as the main of the Nangong Martial Palace, I have repeatedly made concessions to you, but you have never been moved. What do you really want from me?"

"As long as I don't die, the Southern Courtyard will still be there," said the old man with white hair, his eyes still tightly closed.

"Senior brother, you are too stubborn. Why hasn't your Southern Court been completed like this? Can't you see it? Adhere to this path of life and death as the standard for accepting apprentices? Who can pass through the path of life and death? Who can ring the heavenly bell? For thousands of years, there have only been three people in our Southern Palace Martial Hall who ring the heavenly bell."

The old man in the black golden martial robe said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, the times are different now. It's not the past anymore. You should recognize the facts of the present."

"The ways are different, we cannot conspire." The old man with white hair opened his eyes and said lightly.

"Senior brother, I advise you not to have any more fanciful thoughts. No one has sounded the heavenly bell in the past twenty years, and there will be no more disciples like that." The old man in the Black Gold Martial Robe shook his head and said.

Dong!

A deafening roar suddenly came, as if the evening drum and morning bell were being struck. The sound not only entered the ear, but also went straight into the heart, causing the heart to tremble uncontrollably.

"The sky bell rings..." The old man in the black golden martial robe was stunned.

"It finally rings." The old man with white hair's dazed eyes were filled with surprise.

Dong!

A deafening roar resounded once again.

"Two sounds..."

The old man in the black and gold martial robe was stunned, and the old man with white hair also showed an unexpected expression. Obviously, they did not expect the sky bell to ring for the second time.

Dong! Dong! Dong

One after another, it rang out ten times.

"Ten rings..." The old man with white hair showed shock on his face.

"Since its existence, there have never been ten sounds..." The old man in the black golden robe took a deep breath, his expression full of disbelief.

Shoo!

The old man with white hair turned into white light and broke through the sky.

The old man in the Black Gold Martial Robe saw this and his expression changed slightly, but he couldn't help but turn into a black light and follow him.