The inheritance of the Martial Saint is also a big event for the Canglan Holy Mountain.

After all, every generation of martial saints, in addition to dying in battle, if they can live to the end of their lives, then it will take more than a hundred years of life, and it is not common to inherit it.

This generation of martial saints has taken over the gate of Canglan Mountain when they were young, and it has been almost more than a hundred years since they were counted.

Most of the young disciples, even the disciples of the previous generation or two, were already martial saints when they were born, and they had long been accustomed to the supremacy of this old man in Canglan Mountain.

If it weren't for Feng Ziyue, who was too good, I was afraid that these young disciples would already be panicking.

Cleared the sixth level of the Tianwu Trial! At the age of fifteen, he broke through the fourth level of innate in one fell swoop! Kill the dragon and demon alone and keep Canglan Mountain safe for ten years!

With this strength and merit, it is enough to take over the position of Martial Saint!

Although everyone wondered why the Martial Saint was in such a hurry to pass on the throne, instead of waiting for another two years to let Feng Ziyue be more familiar with Canglan Mountain for a while before passing on the throne, on the whole, Canglan Mountain was still happy. As soon as Feng Ziyue stepped out of the wing, he attracted cheers all over the mountain.

The new martial saint, the new era, coupled with the peace of the next ten years, and the unlimited potential of Feng Ziyue, made these Canglan Mountain disciples full of longing.

There is only the state of mind of the parties, but there is no joy at all.

At the age of fifteen, taking over the master of the Canglan Holy Mountain, the holy land of martial arts, should have been an extremely glorious and proud thing, but due to the confusing mystery before and the disappearance of his father Feng Bufan, Feng Ziyue has never been able to put his mind at ease.

Feng Ziyue walked out of the wing, and the elders on the Canglan Holy Mountain came to greet him, and a few white-haired old men carried a soft couch for him to sit on.

This is a little embarrassing, but it is the tradition of the martial saint inheritance of Canglan Mountain, Feng Ziyue had to reluctantly sit down, and sat down slightly, fortunately, these old people carried the soft couch is just a form, just lifted up, and eight young men took over and carried Feng Ziyue around in the mountains.

First it was Qinglong Peak, then it turned to White Tiger Peak, then it turned to Vermilion Bird Peak, and finally came back from Xuanwu Peak in a circle.

This is the martial saint parade street, very ancient, along the way, naturally also cheering lively.

Wait until the four peaks have turned, and then they will arrive at the gate of the Zhenwu Palace.

I saw that today's Zhenwu Palace is very different, the lights are colorful, the main gate is wide open, and the master of Zhenwu Palace, Bu Tianyi, is dressed in colorful clothes, standing at the door, laughing.

"Welcome to the new Martial Saint!"

When he saw Feng Ziyue's soft couch approaching, he immediately shouted, led the crowd to kneel down together, bowed three times and bowed nine times, which was extremely grand.

"Welcome to the new Martial Saint!"

All the disciples at the gate of the True Martial Palace knelt down together and shouted loudly, the sound of which shook the universe.

There is no better time to be proud of life.

However, Feng Ziyue only barely showed a smile, and between his eyebrows, there was still a worry that could not be dissolved.

After bowing and saluting, Bu Tianyi stood up, walked to the couch, bowed his head respectfully, and saluted, "Feng Gongzi - no, new martial saint, please stay, enter the True Martial Palace, Lord Martial Saint is waiting for you!"

Feng Ziyue nodded, and under his guidance, he entered from the main gate of Zhenwu Palace.

There was a thick golden blanket under his feet, all the way into the palace, and the disciples of Canglan Mountain were neatly arranged on both sides.

The scene in the palace is also decorated with gold and brilliance within a few days, and the heritage of this Canglan Mountain is really not to be underestimated.

Wu Sheng was sitting in the middle of the main hall, smiling all over his face, wearing a black dress, wearing a crown, holding a jade seal, and rubbing constantly.

This jade seal, is on behalf of the highest power of Canglan Mountain's martial saint seal, milky white, the whole body is crystal clear, the tentacles are warm, jade is originally a treasure that calms the mind and enhances luck, engraved on the seal surface "Canglan Martial Saint" four big characters, iron and silver hooks, the momentum is extraordinary, but also to this jade seal to add a bit of kingly spirit.

Everyone led Feng Ziyue, sat down opposite the Martial Saint, and each stepped back and bowed to the ground.

Even if Menghuang was reluctant, under this etiquette, he had to kneel honestly at the end.

In the entire hall, there were only four elders who could stand, and looking at their expressions, they were very happy, and they were not at all annoyed that their power was taken away by Feng Ziyue.

Everything seems lively and harmonious, and there is really no shadow in sight, but in Feng Ziyue's heart, there is always a faint uneasiness.

"Haha!" The Martial Saint was full of red light, and laughed, "New Martial Saint, Canglan Mountain inheritance, one sword and one seal, I have already handed over the Xuanmu Holy Sword to you, and now I will accept this Martial Saint Seal, and I will officially become the master of my Canglan Mountain!"

"Good!"

There was a burst of cheers from below.

Feng Ziyue stretched out his hand to take the Wu Shengxi and bowed his head to thank him.

But he heard the Martial Saint announce loudly, "From today on, Feng Gongzi is our new Martial Saint of Canglan Mountain, but according to the rules, he still needs to go to the Houshan Sacred Spring and fast and bathe for three days before he officially takes over, and now I will ask the four elders to lead the new Martial Saint to the Holy Spring!"

The four elders bowed down together and agreed, facing Feng Ziyue, taking them out of the Zhenwu Palace, and heading all the way to the back mountain.

Feng Ziyue has the Xuanmu Holy Sword hanging on his waist, holding the Martial Saint Seal, just a slight touch, he feels that the things contained in it are not simple, it seems to be the various martial arts understandings of the Martial Saints of the past dynasties, I don't know how to seal in this Martial Saint Seal, along the way, just a slight induction, I feel that the benefits are endless.

However, at this time, he didn't have the heart to think about it, and followed the four elders all the way forward, passing through the quiet room where the original martial saint lived, and then going back, the mountain road was rugged, and he turned two mountain passes, only to see that on the opposite peak, a silver line hung down, and there was a loud sound, but it was a waterfall.

Under the waterfall, there is a deep pool, the clouds on the pond are steaming, there are five colors of smoke, the light is colorful, it is very magical.

This is where the holy spring of Canglan Mountain is located, it is said that soaking the body with the water of the holy spring can be reborn, ethereal body and mind, and every generation of martial saints will bathe and fast here for three days when they are inherited.

"New Martial Saint, this is the Canglan Mountain Sacred Spring, I can't wait any further, the road behind, please ask the New Martial Saint to go over by himself! Three days later, I will wait for the four of us, or wait here. ”

Where the holy spring is located is the forbidden land of Canglan Mountain, except for the Martial Saint, no one else can easily enter.

Feng Ziyue nodded, said goodbye to the four elders, walked slowly forward, walked to the edge of the holy spring, stretched out his hand in the pool, and picked up a bow of water, only to see that the water droplets were crystal clear, extremely clear, and there was a strange fragrance in it, which was very magical.

He didn't rush to take off his clothes and bathe, just sat on the edge of the pool, watching the waterfall cascading down, flying beads splashing jade, but his heart was still thinking.

The piece of cloth left by his father's wind is still pinched in his hand at this time, and he can't figure out the key to it, so he always feels uneasy.

But everything is clueless, and now I can only take one step at a time, it really can't be done, that is, after taking over the position of the martial saint, I will send someone to ask for the whole mountain, no matter how I find out my father, there will be an answer.

Feng Ziyue sighed, didn't bother to take off his clothes, and slowly walked into the holy spring.

As soon as he stepped into the pool, he felt a warm air rushing into his body, very comfortable, as if someone was massaging all over his body, he held his breath and walked to the depths of the pool, only to feel comfortable, waiting for the water surface to submerge himself completely, but also felt that his ears and eyes were clear, and even his consciousness became clearer.

The water of this holy spring is indeed worthy of its name, Feng Ziyue took a few steps forward, and when he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw that if he went further, the pool water was bottomless, even with his eyesight, coupled with the exploration of his divine sense, he could not see where the bottom was.

He will no longer move forward, but sit cross-legged in the same place, while continuing to think about the doubts in his heart, while also taking the opportunity to practice exercises, conditioning the body, under this holy spring, practicing martial arts, are twice the result with half the effort, the martial arts in his hand in the martial arts experience, and his own perception one by one, only to feel that many of the martial arts problems that have been puzzled in the past are solved, this kind of rapid development, is really immersive.

Feng Ziyue secretly wondered, this state can almost be compared to an epiphany.

The so-called epiphany is a state in which in the practice of martial arts, suddenly opening the mind, in a short period of time, blessing the soul, greatly improving, thinking and understanding, and learning what to learn immediately and immediately learn the state of doing what you want.

This kind of epiphany is actually based on long-term basic training, and a flash of inspiration by chance, which can be encountered but not sought.

But the effect of this holy spring is as if it can artificially create this kind of epiphany.

Feng Ziyue is now upset, and he has just undergone the great improvement of the Innate Yuan Fruit and the Five-Colored Innate Stone, although the potential of the previous life, although it has not been exhausted, but there is not much left, in this case, it is really amazing that it can still have this effect.

There are too many secrets of Canglan Holy Mountain!

Feng Zi Yue calmed himself, he also knew that it was useless to worry about it now, since he had reached this point, it was better to improve his strength as much as possible, three days later, he would officially take over the position of Martial Saint, and have a full insight into the secrets of Canglan Mountain, even if he digs three feet into the ground, he must find out his father Feng Bufan!,

He was immersed in it, and the more peaceful he became, the better the effect of this epiphany.

The way of martial arts, thousands of thousands.

The martial saints of the past dynasties are all powerful people with a wide range of knowledge, in the past, Feng Ziyue only focused on the sword, and was lacking in many aspects, but now he has stepped into the innate nature, it is the convergence of three hundred and sixty-five kinds of heaven and earth yuan power, to bring this huge and complex way of heaven and earth yuan power into one sword, and all kinds of martial arts perceptions are extremely valuable wealth for him.

Each generation of Martial Saints, in fact, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force they induce is also very different.

For example, the first generation of martial saints, sensing the power of light, is the most upright, and the perception left behind is also extremely upright and awe-inspiring, with a dignified and righteous atmosphere, and it is pure.

But there are also martial saints who are not so rebellious, but wander on the edge of light and darkness, for example, there is a generation of martial saints who perceive the power of killing, although there is no reputation in the rivers and lakes, but his martial arts understanding, with a cold murderous aura, Feng Ziyue sensed with divine thoughts, and could not help but stir the spirit to fight a cold war.

However, on the whole, the martial saints of all dynasties are all upright people, so the thousand-year-old rules of Canglan Mountain have never been broken, and they have always taken it as their responsibility to kill demons and eliminate demons, and they have been guarding the Ten Thousand Demon Caves for thousands of years.

Compared with the Innate Secret Realm Lihua Palace, which is more well known to another secular world, it is many times better.

Such a thousand-year-old family is upright, logically speaking, there should be no conspiracy or anything like that, Feng Ziyue is also asking himself, is it too much to worry about?

"Huh?"

When Feng Ziyue comprehended the martial arts comprehension of these martial saints of the past dynasties, he suddenly discovered a strange thing.

In this Martial Saint Seal, there is no contemporary Martial Saint's understanding - is it because the time has not yet come, and only after he officially takes over will the contemporary Martial Saint infuse his martial arts understanding into it?

It's a strange place.

But the Martial Saint has never shown any malice towards himself, even after he snatched the Qingsheng White Cang Ear Fruit and strayed into the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, he did not blame it, but instead prescribed the conditions for killing the Dragon Demon and obtaining the Qing Sheng White Cang Ear Fruit.

When he really killed the Dragon Demon, the Martial Saint also fulfilled his promise, not only giving himself the Qingsheng White Cang'er Fruit, but also giving up the position of the Martial Saint - just like what he said before, it seems that he is really an old man who has no desires.

So what are you still suspicious of?

Feng Ziyue was thinking about it, and suddenly felt that there was a pulling force in his body, as if he was going to pull himself forward, and he was shocked, and when he opened his eyes quickly, he saw that in front of the pool, a black whirlpool appeared at some point, spinning wildly.

This suction power is coming from this whirlpool!

Feng Ziyue was taken aback, knowing that the water in front of him was bottomless, if he was pulled in, even if he was a congenital master, he was afraid that he would not be able to please him, not to mention that this place was still an area shrouded in pure heart and white mist, although he inherited the position of a martial saint, he had not yet obtained the method of successfully applying the power of heaven and earth.

He took a deep breath and struggled to step back!

The waterfall falls and rushes into the bottomless deep pool, and in the pool, there are several whirlpools, which is also a common thing. However, such a whirlpool is nothing more than a threat to ordinary people, even ordinary warriors, there is no need to be afraid of it.

Feng Ziyue's strength naturally far exceeds that of ordinary martial artists, but the black vortex is extremely special, and the suction power it emits is extremely strong, even if it is him, there is a feeling of inexortion.

With a pang in his heart, he pulled out his sword and pulled a few sword flowers under the water to disconnect the attraction of the whirlpool, but for some reason, when his Xuanmu Holy Sword was unsheathed, the sucking power of the whirlpool suddenly became greater.

Feng Ziyue was unstable on his footing, and was pulled by the whirlpool, and actually stumbled and took a few steps forward.

One step into the air!

He had already stepped over the shallow waters of the edge of the pool, and stepped into the bottomless deep pool!

The black whirlpool roared, Feng Ziyue had nowhere to borrow his strength, he was actually swept into it by this violent whirlpool, and he couldn't get out!