C1250 The Descendant of the Nether Spring Hall Was Born!
In a marshland in Southern Frontier, traces of poisonous gas were spreading in the air. This was a land of hundreds of poisons, which was rarely seen by humans. It was a place where only poisonous creatures could survive, so ordinary people wouldn't dare to set foot in this place.
A palace was strangely seated within this marshland. This palace had an ancient design and there were no special decorations. If one were to really talk about it, it would be filled with poisonous snakes and scorpions.
These poisonous snakes were colorful in color. It could be seen just how strong their poison was. If an ordinary person were to touch them, their skin would split open and turn into pus.
At this moment, in the air in front of the palace... A black spatial crack slowly appeared. Wisps of natural spiritual energy surged out from within. After neutralizing the poisonous gas in the swamp, the originally faint black poisonous gas... It's getting a little transparent.
The more terrifying the poisonous gas was, the more colorless and odorless it was.
The poison gas in this swampy land was actually neutralized by the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, and the toxicity became more and more intense.
"What a pure spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth!" At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded from within this simple and unadorned palace. Soon after, a series of footsteps sounded from within.
Crash!
As if sensing that something was about to come out of the palace, the various poisonous creatures on the walls of the palace seemed to have been frightened. They quickly dodged as if they would die if they were any slower.
In just a short while, there was nothing on the walls outside the palace. If not for the spider webs left behind by the poisonous spiders on the walls, it really gave people the illusion that there were no living creatures there.
A young man dressed in black walked out of the palace and looked at the pure Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth surging out from the black spatial crack. His expression was somewhat stunned.
"This, this is a spatial crack? How could this be? Isn't it only the King Stage Expert that has the ability to break through space? Why is a spatial crack suddenly appearing here? "
While the young man was puzzled, another old voice sounded from within the palace," It seems like the descendant of that lord has come into being. The Heavenly Tribulation is about to begin! "
"Master, doesn't the Disciple understand what you mean?" When the black-clothed youth heard the elderly voice, a puzzled expression appeared on his face as he asked.
"Mo Lee Disciple, do you still remember what I told you before? Our Quiet Spring Hall is one of the seven king forces in the world twenty years ago, the First Palace of the Ten Halls Yama?" The old man asked.
"En. Master, I naturally remember this Disciple, but what does it have to do with the dimensional crack?" The black-clothed youth's face revealed a puzzled expression as he asked.
The old voice explained, "Twenty years ago, Lord Ksitigarbha King went out for three months and mysteriously disappeared. Just as we were looking for him all over the world, Reincarnation Hall Lord was in the King's room. She found a letter from the king. The king had returned. He left this letter for us. "
" The letter said that he has something important to do, and that he can't return to the Ten Halls Yama. In twenty years, his descendant will be born again, and at that time, the heaven and earth will produce strange phenomena, and the heavenly tribulation will descend! "
"All the Quiet Spring Hall divisions believe this prophecy deeply. I will lead all the Quiet Spring Hall divisions into the heart of the jungle in Southern Frontier, and wait for New King to come out."
"During these twenty years, many of the Quiet Spring Hall's souls haven't been in a good state of mind. They couldn't stand the environment of quiet cultivation, so they fell into deviatory psychosis and died in the end. The remaining experts of the Quiet Spring Hall also left letters behind. After leaving this swamp, the geniuses of the Quiet Spring Hall have fallen!"
At this point, the aged voice sounded helpless and unwilling.
When the black-clothed youth heard this, he couldn't help but smile and console him, "Master, why do you need to worry about me? Don't I still exist in the Quiet Spring Hall? I am the future pillar of the Quiet Spring Hall!"
After hearing the black-clothed youth's comforting words, the aged voice seemed to ease up a little. With a light laugh, he said, "Mo Lee Disciple is right. If it wasn't for the fact that you were being hunted down by your enemy in your village, missing into my swamp and being saved by me, I wouldn't have discovered a good seedling like you. This is the fate of master and disciple between you and me. "
Hearing his master's words, Mo Lee seemed to have thought of something. A flash of love flashed across his eyes.
The old voice continued, "For the past twenty years, even I have started to doubt the natural phenomenon mentioned by the king, whether the heavenly tribulation is real or fake. Not long ago, that pink sky..."
"The king didn't lie to me. There really was a natural phenomenon!"
"The spatial rift that appeared in front of us must be the life force left behind by the heavenly law before the heavenly tribulation as mentioned by Old Man Tianji!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Lee suddenly understood and said, "The spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth emitted from this spatial crack is ten times purer than the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth in this world. If I can absorb them into my body, I believe I will be able to make another breakthrough soon! "
"No, Mo Lee, the breakthrough of your realm is not because of this spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth!" The old voice rejected him in a deep voice.
Mo Lee could not help but reveal a doubtful expression when he heard this. "Master, what do I need to do in order to break through again?"
"Mo Lee, you are gifted with natural talent. You have only been under my guidance for three years. You have already stepped into the Quasi King Stage, although this has something to do with my teachings and the thick poisonous gas in this swamp. But more of it is your own talent and effort!"0
"However, your combat experience is too little. If you fight me, you will never be able to step into the King realm..."
Hearing his master's words, Mo Lee had already guessed something. His facial expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly kneeled down and kowtowed towards the depths of the palace. He begged, "Master, don't chase me away. Mo Lee has no more worries in his life. I just want to stay by master's side and repay him for teaching me!"
"Silly child, master doesn't need you to accompany him. You are still young. Although this world isn't big, if you don't go out and experience it... You'll never be able to broaden your mind. " The old voice smiled and slowly said.
As he spoke, an invisible force rushed out from the palace and arrived in front of Mo Lee. Mo Lee felt a force coming from his knee and he was lifted up. Following which, his master's voice sounded.
"Good Disciple. If you really wish to repay my kindness, you will leave this swamp and find New King from the Ten Halls Yama. You will assist him and help him establish the world in this Heavenly Tribulation!"
"From today onwards, you will be the Acting Hall Lord of the Quiet Spring Hall. I hope that the Quiet Spring Hall will return to its former glory in your hands!"
"Master..." Mo Lee's eyes turned red when he heard the old voice. He wanted to say something else.
"Go!" The old voice said faintly.
Mo Lee did not say anything else. He knelt down again and kowtowed three times in the darkness of the palace. After kowtowing three times, the man in the palace didn't stop him this time. If he accepted Mo Lee's master and disciple ceremony!
After kowtowing, Mo Lee stood up and took a deep look at the depths of the palace before walking out of the palace.
When Mo Lee's figure disappeared from the sight of the palace, the person in deep within the palace let out a soft sigh.
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