Chapter 47 Seventeen people are listed on the pilgrimage monument, and the dragon's spiritual blood makes the chief priest panic!
The Great Zhao Treasure Mountain and River List, with the help of the magical power of "virtual and real heaven and earth", projects the young leaders from various states and prefectures to one of the three treasured places in Shenjing, the holy land of military strategists, the Temple of Martial Arts.

And when you walk through those eight hundred steps,
What appeared before Song Chaixin was a vast and huge monument!

【When Dazhao established the country, he used this pilgrimage monument to record all the heroes in the world.】

【There are a total of 17 people who have walked the ancient Jieying Road in modern times. 】

The lines of sparkling, extremely short handwriting are eye-catching.

At this time, Song Chaixin looked around.

But I saw that among the people not far from me,
There was a scholar in a green robe, with a slender figure;
Someone carries a sword case on his back, and his rage reaches the sky;
There is a female cultivator who is as bright as glass and as dazzling as a precious jade;

Some people's sword energy is so sharp that it seems to overflow from the bone marrow, which makes people feel more stressed.
Shadows came one after another, and the sound of footsteps echoed.

Standing in all directions and at all corners, like him, they all cast their eyes towards the pilgrimage monument.

When the ancient road behind him was closed, the spiritual energy no longer leaked out.

Finally, the monument in front of him vibrated and the names from decades ago dimmed one by one, replaced by the names of seventeen young geniuses who had come here from the vast state of Dazhao through hardships.
The 'Golden Book of Champions' that was in his arms or in his hands suddenly turned into a ray of golden light, illuminating the dark space and time, and hit the pilgrimage monument like seventeen meteors!
immediately,

Seventeen brand new names, like cuts by knives and axes, are imprinted there!

"Shenjing, Wang Xuanyi, the leader of Tai'anfang, Tongyou Xuanti."

"Shenjing, the leader of Changlefang, Lu Miaomiao, the weak water and mysterious fetus."

"Tongyezhou, the leader of the Ten Absolutes, Ye Zhan, the mysterious body of the Gangdao."

"Aquarius State, the leader of Aquarius Prefecture, Ye Huai, breaks the delusion of the mysterious pupil."

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"Aquarius State, Wutong Prefecture leader Song Chaixin, Jiaolong Spirit Blood!"

"The above seventeen people have won the title of the top of the prefecture. They can walk through the ancient road and enter the Great Zhaowu Temple. They will be favored by the fortune and seek the inheritance of the heroic spirit!"

The majestic voice of the vast judgment resounded throughout this empty world.

Shenjing is vast, and is home to many noble generals and powerful families. It is divided into twelve wards. Unlike the outside world where each prefecture produces one leader, in Shenjing, the leader of a ward can pay homage to the Temple of Martial Arts at the feet of the Emperor.

And the facts have proved that every year, among the geniuses who come out of Shenjing, there are always three or five people who walk through the Jieying Ancient Road and pay homage to the Temple of Martial Arts.

When the voice slowly came to an end,

The towering palace in front of me has suddenly opened!

Then, on both sides, nearly a hundred lifelike golden bronze statues, several meters high and long, extended one after another into the depths.

Some of them hold swords, some hold knives, and supernatural powers emanate from their bodies. Each of them is a leader among the third step, or even higher!

Da Zhaowu Temple.

Only those who have been granted the title of "noble earl" or above over the past few decades can be worthy of having a golden statue and enjoy the good fortune, incense and offerings.

There are only about a hundred people like this in the whole Dazhao!
When the gate of the Martial Temple opened,

Song Chaixin raised his eyes and looked.

At the end, there were seven statues standing, each with its own style. They were probably the leaders among these noble men.

As for the person who was leading the group at the front end, Song Chaixin couldn't see the face of the person clearly.

But with his hands on the sword, wearing a prison-suppressing robe with chains, a dragon head on his left sleeve, and a phoenix corpse on his right shoulder, he was arrogant and wanton.
Song Chaixin's heart suddenly tightened, as if he sensed something. The next moment he wanted to move forward and involuntarily moved closer to it.

However, at this moment, something strange happened.

A sound like thunder, filled with surprise and doubt, slowly echoed in the world of the Martial Temple.

"Dragon Spirit Blood, Jinghe Dragon Court?!"

"The dragon veins of Dazhao in the northwest are all gathered in the Jing River. Although it is only the blood of the dragon spirit, it is not something that can be controlled by the mortal body of the human race!"

“Why would Wutong Mansion allow a dragon’s blood to enter the important area of ​​the Martial Temple? If it is favored by some venerable statue and inherits it, wouldn’t it be equivalent to aiding the enemy?”

A figure with a solemn brow, dressed in purple, tore through space in a place invisible to these leaders, creating ripples, and stepped in from outside the Martial Temple. In the Dazhao officialdom, the first rank wears gold-plated clothes, the second to fourth ranks wear red and purple clothes, the fifth to seventh ranks wear scarlet clothes, and the eighth to ninth ranks wear green robes.

Here comes someone.
It turned out to be a big shot above the fourth rank!
All of a sudden, all the leaders who came to worship at the Martial Temple frowned at the same time, and looked towards this place with their swords drawn.

"It's Mr. Ge Xiuzhi, the chief priest of the Martial Temple. He is a fourth-rank officer in charge of the Martial Temple selection. Even he was alarmed?"

"A dragon's blood and a half-demon body." One of the leaders murmured. He didn't expect to see such a change when he entered the Martial Temple for the first time in his life.

"Are you from my Aquarius State?" Ye Huai, who was from the same Aquarius State as Song Chaixin, was dressed in a green shirt and could not help but focus his eyes on the young man.

Simultaneously,

Lu Miaomiao, who came from Changlefang in Shenjing and was born into a wealthy family, also had a marquis-level ancestor worshipped in the Martial Temple. She was dressed in a glazed green robe. When she looked at Song Chaixin, her beautiful eyes fixed:
"In the remote Aquarius Province, Wutong Prefecture, where is Jiang Yi?"

"He traveled thousands of miles from Shenjing to return to his ancestral home, wasn't it just to fight for the title of Wu Kuang, and then rely on his bloodline to inherit some of his ancestor's remaining power? With his strength, how could he go wrong?"

The woman murmured to herself, thinking of the young man who didn't want to marry into her family. At the same time, she looked at Song Chaixin and frowned slightly:

"He, didn't he win against this dragon-blooded boy?"

The geniuses who have arrived here are in a state of confusion.

Ge Xiuzhi, dressed in purple as a chief priest, had already stepped out of the real Martial Temple and entered this virtual world, and wanted to detain Song Chaixin for questioning.

However, he just raised his palm, wanting to transform into a magical power and capture Song Chaixin.

But as the door of the Martial Temple opened, with a "bang", the military spirit and heroic spirit from this precious land of Dazhao actually shook him away and made him retreat several steps!

[No weapons are allowed in front of the Martial Temple! ]

Words appeared in the void, which were interwoven with laws. They were ruthless and only obeyed order. Even a fourth-step master could not shake them.

Ge Xiuzhi's expression suddenly changed:
"Rules are dead, people are alive."

"Martial Temple Heroic Spirit, I am the chief priest of the Great Zhao Martial Temple. If there are demons and spies mixed in, there may be accidents. Is it possible that even I cannot intervene to investigate?"

As he spoke, the words remained indifferent:
[In the Martial Temple, there are nearly a hundred masters who place their spiritual thoughts here. If we were to ask where in the entire Dazhao the most powerful place for hunting down demons and slaying monsters is, it would be this place!]

[This boy has half human blood and half dragon blood. Since he can be named the leader of Wutong Mansion and worship at the Martial Temple, it is in accordance with the rules.]

[He is just a young man who has just achieved the Vajra Realm and whose foundation is not yet stable. Why should he be so frightened? 】

[All the top leaders, enter the Martial Temple! ]

Rumble! !

As the last line of words emerged.

Nearly a hundred statues were covered with a layer of golden light at the same time, as if a divine mind had descended upon them.

Even though the seventeen leaders were shocked and kept looking at Song Chaixin from time to time, they did not stop.

Even Ge Xiuzhi, the chief priest of the Martial Temple, clashed with the spiritual intelligence generated by the will of the Martial Temple because of the incident of him carrying demon blood.

But this is just a small episode.

What they came here today is to inherit the 'heroic legacy', this is the most important thing!
Ge Xiuzhi is in a position and must do his job well, otherwise he will be held responsible if anything goes wrong.

As for the others, Wu Miao doesn’t care, what does it have to do with them!
At most, there is a hint of strangeness in the eyes.

Who would have nothing better to do than to take action for no reason?

Watching the figures striding in with big steps.

The chief priest, who was dressed in red and purple, had an unsightly expression on his face. He turned around and walked out of the Martial Temple. Then, in the chief priest's residence which was very close to the outside world, he took out a token and invited three thoughts to come!

respectively,
The Lord of Northwest Aquarius State, the Demon-hunting General who guards Aquarius, and a wisp of divine consciousness from the Great Zhao Dragon-Slaying Marquis!
The head of the prefecture is projected into the Temple of Martial Arts. This happens every few years and is not a big deal, let alone being brought to the attention of the high-ranking officials in the court.

However, as the chief priest of the Temple of Martial Arts, Ge Xiuzhi could not sit idly by.

He must turn this man's resume upside down before he leaves the Martial Temple!
(End of this chapter)