Chapter 1061： Hidden Court Member

In the cave, strange waves spread out, hard to see with the naked eye, hard to know the soul, only members of the Yinge can feel.

"Wonderful token."

Feeling this strange wave, Lingxian's mouth is raised, and the star eyes are flashing with a bit of surprise. I did not expect that this token was so mysterious that it could pass on information, and only members of the Hidden Pavilion could accept it.

In other words, he can contact members of the Hidden Court at any time without worrying about being intercepted by outsiders. This kind of treasure can afford the word "magic".

After that, the surprise in Ling Xian's eyes turned to expectations.

He has sent a message to members of Yinge through Yupei Xuanmiao, asking all the people in Yinge to meet ten days later in Sanshengge.

At that time, he will be able to meet those members of the Hidden Pavilion whose mission is to guard the Sansheng Pavilion.

"Everyone says that although the number of hidden pavilions is small, they are crouching tigers and hiding dragons.

Ling Xianxing's eyes were full of expectations, saying: "I'll see if the rumors are true."

After that, he crossed his knees over the futon, and closed his eyes slowly, sitting still as the old monk settled.

...

Sansheng Pavilion, Tibetan Classics Building.

An old man with gray hair and a slim figure was sweeping the floor.

His hands moved slowly and hard, as if he had exhausted his strength every time. But his expression was very focused, even religious.

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, focused on 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.

"Is the Lord of the Hidden Pavilion finally born again ..."

With a complicated long sigh, the old man put down the broom and disappeared instantly.

...

Sansheng Pavilion is thousands of miles away, in a green building.

More than a dozen pretty women gathered together, either playing the piano and flute, dancing or singing, or rubbing their shoulders and feeding, to please the handsome man in the middle.

He lay on his side on a gold bed and opened his chest, exposing strong muscles. Jun Xiu's fair face had a playful smile on her face, and she rubbed her hands with the fullness of the woman next to her, her evil spirits, unhappy.

But at this moment, a strange wave came and made him frown suddenly.

"Give me out!"

With a big wave, the man got dressed and flew towards Sansheng Pavilion. There was only a word of helplessness, slowly echoing.

"I just sent a message when I was happy. The Lord of the Hidden Court, it was not the right time."

...

In a gloomy ancient tomb, hundreds of corpses and demons emerged, and a horrible atmosphere made people shudder.

These corpses have the peak cultivation of Yuan Ying, and they have no intelligence, no pain, and are a kind of difficult creature to deal with.

Right now, hundreds of corpses are attacking, and the fierce vibe that erupted shook the entire tomb!

However, there is no way to walk through the red dress women.

She has a bright and charming appearance, a pretty face, a tall and **** figure, and walks through the corpse demon like a butterfly. With each shot, extremely fierce power broke out, blasting a corpse monster.

Although these corpses are very powerful, and hundreds of heads are horrified, they are difficult to stop the woman's power, and they are beheaded and killed in a moment.

"A corpse monster wants to stop me?"

The woman in the attire clapped her hands and stood proudly between the stumps of the broken arm. After that, she opened her long round legs and walked towards the front of the tomb.

But just as she strode, a strange wave came and stopped her instantly.

"The Lord of the Hidden Pavilion?"

Yu Xuan raised her eyebrows, and her pretty face showed a touch of playfulness. She said, "Interesting, I have never seen the Lord of the Hidden Pavilion before I was born. I would like to see how capable this person is. Boss. "

As the words fell, she abandoned the tomb and flew towards the Sansheng Pavilion.

...

The wind and snow are everywhere, and it is like a knife.

A sturdy man **** upper body, sitting on the top of Wanzhang Bingfeng, is consuming the cold air around him.

His black hair was loose, his eyebrows were staring, his knife-like face was full of perseverance. It can be seen that he is an extremely tough-minded generation.

Otherwise, it's impossible to treat ice and snow as nothing.

You know, the temperature here is extremely horrible. Even a strong person who chooses a place 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. This cannot be achieved without strong strength.

While this person was focusing on cultivation, a strange wave came and made him open his eyes arrogantly.

In a hurry, two gods shoot out, crushing the vacuum!

Immediately afterwards, the tens of thousands of ice peaks he sat on began to crack, and by the blink of an eye, it had already broken into ice debris.

"boom!"

The sky is full of snow and ice, and the men are standing proudly in the void.

"The Lord of the Hidden Pavilion, the Lord of My Cold Night Flying, finally appeared ..."

...

Northern underworld, dark forest.

A creature about three feet in the forest is swinging on a swing. He has long ears, **** eyes, and looks lively and cute, like a child.

He was surrounded by thick black gas, looking strange and mysterious.

If there is a monk here, it must be exclaimed, because the breath that black gas emits is actually a curse!

As we all know, cursing is extremely scary, very difficult to entangle, and it is something that no one wants to be infected with.

However, all around this strange creature is full of curses. Moreover, these curses are pouring out of his body, how incredible is this?

It's incredible!

The cursed shroud, strange creatures not only did not have the slightest anomaly, but enjoyed with a look. If this contradictory scene is seen, it is estimated that it will be scared to death.

Just then, a strange wave came across this place.

Suddenly, the strange creature jumped off the swing, a flash of excitement flashed in the big eyes. But soon it became frustrated.

"Well, it's too far. It's estimated that by the time I get there, the owner has already left."

With a long sigh, the strange creature reluctantly said, "Forget it, have a chance to see you again."

...

Lingxian issued an order, and all the people in the Hidden Pavilion were moved by the wind, converging towards the Sansheng Pavilion.

These weekdays are very low-key, or the traffickers died, or the businessmen Xiaoyao, walking in the world in different identities.

But without exception, they are all talents, and everyone is extraordinary.

These people are not all disciples of the Sansheng Pavilion. Most of their ancestors were brothers or servants who had fought alongside Sansheng lay men.

Therefore, they all take the responsibility of guarding the Sansheng Pavilion, or the reason and meaning of their alive, is to stand up and protect the Sansheng Pavilion when they are in crisis.

Of course, there is the Lord who obeyed in the Hidden Pavilion and obeyed unconditionally.

Therefore, Lingxian issued an order, except for those who were constrained by conditions, the rest arrived!