Chapter 874: Members of the Hidden Pavilion
In the cave, strange fluctuations spread, which are hard to see with the naked eye and hard to know. Only the members of the hidden pavilion can feel it. Copy this address to browsewww.biqi.me
"Wonderful token."
Feeling this strange fluctuation, the corner of Ling Xian's mouth raised, and a bit of surprise flashed in his star eyes. Unexpectedly, this token is so mysterious that it can convey information, and only members of the hidden pavilion can accept it.
That is to say, he can contact the members of the Hidden Pavilion at any time, and he does not have to worry about being intercepted by outsiders. Such treasures can bear the word "wonderful".
After that, the look of surprise in Ling Xian's eyes turned to anticipation.
He has already sent a message to the members of the hidden pavilion through the mysterious jade pendant, and asked all the people of the hidden pavilion to meet at a hundred miles away from the Sansheng Pavilion in ten days.
At that time, he will be able to meet the members of the Hidden Pavilion who take protecting the Sansheng Pavilion as their responsibility.
"It is said that although the number of people in the hidden pavilion is small, they are crouching tigers and hidden dragons, and all of them are capable people."
Ling Xian's eyes were full of anticipation, and she said, "I want to see if the rumors are true."
After he finished speaking, he crossed his knees on the futon, slowly closed his eyes, and sat still like an old monk in meditation.
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Sansheng Pavilion, Tibetan Scripture Building.
An old man with gray hair and a rickety figure was sweeping the floor.
His hands moved slowly and with difficulty, as if every time he used up all his strength. However, his expression was very focused, even pious.
It was as if what he was doing was not a trivial sweep, but an extremely sacred thing.
He was so focused on the broom in his hand and the dust under his feet, tireless and impatient.
At this moment, a strange wave came, and the old man's hand holding the broom suddenly froze.
"The Lord of the Hidden Pavilion, is he finally born again..."
With a complicated sigh, the old man put down the broom and disappeared instantly.
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Thousands of miles away from Sansheng Pavilion,
In a brothel.
More than a dozen pretty women gathered together, playing the piano and playing the flute, dancing and singing, or rubbing their shoulders and feeding the wine, to please the handsome man in the middle.
He lay on his side on the gold wire bed, his chest open, revealing his strong muscles. There was a playful smile on Junxiu's fair face, and her hands were wanton kneading the fullness of the woman beside her.
But at this moment, a strange wave came, which made him frown.
"Get me out!"
With a big wave of his hand, the man dressed and got up and flew towards Sansheng Pavilion. Only a helpless and excited words slowly reverberated.
"It happened to send a message when I was happy, the Lord of the Hidden Pavilion, it's really not the right time."
…
In a dark and dense ancient tomb, hundreds of corpse demons emerged, and a fierce aura filled the square, making people shudder.
These corpse demons have the cultivation base of Nascent Soul's peak, and they have no intelligence and no pain. They are very difficult creatures to deal with.
Right now, hundreds of corpse demons joined forces to attack, and the fierce aura that erupted shook the entire ancient tomb!
However, the red-clothed woman in a strong suit could not help but walk through it.
She is valiant, beautiful, tall and sexy, walking through the corpse demons like a butterfly. Every time he made a shot, an extremely ferocious force erupted, blowing up all the corpse demons.
Although these corpse demons are very powerful, and it is even more terrifying for hundreds of heads to come out together, but they can't stop the female divine power, and they will be killed in a moment.
"The mere corpse demon also wants to stop me, Yu Zhiyou?"
The woman in strong suit clapped her hands and stood proudly between the broken arms and stumps. After that, she opened her long and round thighs and walked towards the front of the ancient tomb.
However, just as she took a step, a strange wave came, which made her stop in an instant.
"The Lord of the Hidden Pavilion?"
Yu Zhiyou raised her eyebrows, a playful look on her pretty face, and said, "Interesting, I haven't seen the Lord of the Hidden Pavilion since I was born, but I would like to see how capable this person is, who can be me Boss."
When the words fell, she abandoned the ancient tomb and flew towards Sansheng Pavilion.
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The wind and snow were all over the sky, and it was as cold as a knife. It was freezing cold for thousands of miles, and there were few people.
A sturdy man with his upper body pierced, sitting cross-legged on the top of the ice peak, is swallowing the surrounding cold air.
His black hair was loose, his sword eyebrows were staring, and his knife-like face was full of determination. It can be seen that he is a very tough person.
Otherwise, it is impossible to regard the ice and snow as nothing.
You must know that the temperature here is extremely terrifying. Even a strong person who chooses the path cannot stay here for too long, let alone use this place to cultivate.
However, this person dared to absorb the cold air here and was safe. If there is no strong strength, it is absolutely impossible to do this.
While this person was focusing on cultivation, a strange wave came, which made him suddenly open his eyes.
In an instant, two divine lights shot out, shattering the vacuum!
Immediately afterwards, the 10,000-foot-long ice peak he was sitting on began to crumble, and in the blink of an eye, it was already broken into pieces of ice.
"boom!"
Wind and snow filled the sky, ice chips were flying, and the man stood proudly in the void, like the supreme lower realm, the divine might shook the Eight Wastes!
"The Lord of the Hidden Pavilion, my Lord of Cold Night Flying, has finally appeared..."
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Northern Underworld, dark forest.
A creature about three feet in size was swinging in the forest. He had a pair of long ears and big black eyes. He looked lively and lovely, like a child.
Around him, there was a thick black gas that looked strange and mysterious.
If there are monks here, they must be exclaimed, because the breath of the black gas is actually a curse!
As we all know, the curse is extremely terrifying, very difficult to deal with, and it is something that no one wants to be contaminated with.
However, this strange creature is full of curses. Moreover, these curses are pouring out of his body, how incredible is this?
Simply unbelievable!
And being shrouded in curse, the strange creature is not only not abnormal at all, but enjoys it. If anyone saw this contradictory scene, they would be scared to death.
At this moment, a strange wave crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and came to this place.
Suddenly, the strange creature jumped off the swing, and there was a flash of excitement in its big eyes. But soon, it turned into depression.
"Hey, it's too far. It is estimated that when I get there, the pavilion master has already left."
With a long sigh, the strange creature said helplessly: "Forget it, see you when you have a chance."
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Ling Xian issued an order, and all the people in the hidden pavilion were moved by the wind and gathered towards the Sansheng pavilion.
These are all very low-key on weekdays, either as pawns of traders or servants of merchants, walking in the world in other identities.
But without exception, they are all capable people, and each of them is very extraordinary.
These people are not all disciples of Sansheng Pavilion. The ancestors of most of them are brothers or servants who once fought side by side with Sansheng Lay.
Therefore, they all take the protection of Sansheng Pavilion as their duty, or the reason and meaning of their life is to stand up in times of crisis and protect Sansheng Pavilion.
Of course, there is also unconditional obedience to the Lord of the Hidden Pavilion.
Therefore, Ling Xian issued an order, except for those who were limited by the conditions, all the rest came!