Vol 12 Chapter 1382: Loser's choice

The crystal ball suddenly glowed with hot golden light. The strong light was like a statue of the sun, stinging all the people below, making them unable to open their eyes.
On the altar, the white-haired old man looked at the scene excitedly and said with a loud laugh: "Okay! Okay. Okay. I finally found the heir in Jiugong. I don't think I'm alone!"
"Haha! After ten million years of waiting, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
One of the nine heirs finally returned to his place.
The moment when my nine-day palace returns to its glory is coming.
"Hahaha..."
On the altar, the white-haired old man laughed. It is hard to imagine that he was a top strong man in ancient times.
However, no one knows how helpless this ancient strong man feels. In order to find nine heirs, he waited for thousands of years, watching the changes in the sea. Until today, only one person has returned.
"how can that be?"
It emits golden light, still so dazzling!
"It is said that the Blood Demon Sword test also released golden light, but it is very dull and not so dazzling!"
"This talent is either in 8th or 9th grade. No wonder this elder is so happy."
Next, a group of people were shocked, jealous, jealous and hated.
The four kings and five Tianjiao were stunned. Their faces are very dignified, their eyes fixed on the round table, staring at some puzzled ice and snow.
"Xue'er's talent has indeed changed. It should be related to the cold body." Fang Lang thought to himself with joy on his face.
Next to them, Sun Yun, Li Lanshan and others were also very excited. In any case, Mu Bingxue is their friend and fighter from a country with great inflammation. They naturally feel happy.
"I spent a leafy day in Dayan, and now there is another snow and ice. Father, you can rest assured." Yan Tianxue retracted his shocked gaze and thought secretly.
Boom.
Suddenly, the void trembles, endless stars are split everywhere, and the bright portal of the road slowly appears in front of everyone.
These entrances emit fiery light like vortex channels. There are nine portals, and each portal has a name.
Tai Chi, Yin Yang, Shura, Ice, Xuanwu, Tianyi, Chongding, Hundred Battles, Crazy Magic!
Fang Langyi swept through these entrances one by one, his heart trembling. The breath emanating from these entrances made him feel as huge as ancient times.
On the altar, the white-haired old man waved his hand, the door was immediately opened, and the endless white light was released, stabbing the crowd to open their eyes. "Mu Xuebing, are you willing to worship Jiutian Palace, become the heir of Bingbing Saint Palace, and dedicate your life to the glory of Jiutian Palace?"
The white-haired old man looked at the ice and snow in front of him seriously, his loud voice spread across the starry sky, shaking the chests of countless people below.
At this time, the aura, generation, and terrifying power of the white-haired old man made everyone feel suffocated, unable to move his hands and feet, leaving cold sweat.
Only wood, ice and snow were not forced by this momentum. She looked at the white-haired old man with some anxiety, and then turned to the tree below.
"Xue'er--" Fang Lang raised his head vigorously and looked at Bingxue.
"I. I know!"
With Fang Lang's support, Mu Xuexue raised her head and said firmly.
In her heart, she also wanted to become stronger so that she could help Fang Lang.
"Very good!" When the white-haired old man heard this, he immediately smiled. He stretched out his hand to move, and the wood and snow flew towards the frozen gate out of thin air.
"From today, you are the saint of the Holy Ice Palace, and you are eligible to enter the Holy Ice Palace to accept the inheritance. Go ahead, I hope you can inherit the Ice Throne as soon as possible."
The white-haired old man said that his body exudes a fiery light, again stinging the crowd who can’t open their eyes.
After the light disappeared, the ice and snow here has disappeared.
"Go directly to the Ice Palace?"
Listening to the voice of the white-haired old man, everyone was stunned, with envy and jealousy on their faces.
There are nine sacred palaces in the Jiutian Temple, which have long been known. For a long time, fighters from 18 countries in the North Sea have been trying to enter the nine temples, but so far, no one has succeeded.
As we all know, there are the stunts and many internal powers of the Nine Heavens in the Nine Palaces.
With these things, even ordinary fighters can become King Wu, Huang Wu, not to mention their genius.
Unfortunately, Jiutian Temple's test is too strict.
"Mu Bingxue. Now she is going to be famous. It is definitely not a problem to surpass the Four Kings and be promoted to King Wu." Many people said with emotion.
In the crowd, this strange girl Gongsun Xuan also showed a trace of jealousy, secretly gritting her teeth.
The king, Wu Zhao, the windless and the others, one by one, looked extremely majestic. They naturally knew that once Mu Bingxue passed on, their future achievements would definitely surpass them, even more than 18 lords of 18 North Sea countries.
"This will change!" some people lamented.
When the highest war in the Palace of Paradise ends, 18 countries in the North Sea will be shocked by it. Presumably, these 18 national leaders will not be able to sit back and watch.
For Mu Bing and Xue, this is a blessing or a curse.
Fang Lang's heart secretly rose with anxiety.
The exercises of the Nine Heavens Palace were definitely a temptation for the eighteen masters. I am afraid that even the Lord of Great Yan could not help plundering.
However, with Fang Lang's current strength, facing 18 national leaders is like a moth fighting a fire.
"But if I could be promoted to King Wu of the Nine Heavens Palace, I wouldn't be without the power of the First World War." Fang Lang raised his head, his dark eyes burst into a hot divine light. On the altar, the white-haired old man withdrew his gaze and swept towards the crowd below. A loud voice sounded again.
"Although you have no talent, it is not just a talent in martial arts. Opportunity, understanding and hard work are equally important. Now, although the Ice Palace has its heirs, the other eight sacred palaces are still empty. Please choose one of them. Come to welcome this opportunity."
The white-haired old man said, closing his eyes again, as if he had entered a deep sleep.
Everyone under the round table looked at each other, and then each found an entrance to enter. Only the cold entrance was closed and no one could enter.
Tai Chi, Yin Yang, Shura, Ice, Xuanwu, Tianyi, Chongding, Hundred Battles, Crazy Magic!
Fang Lang's eyes swept across these entrances, watching them secretly.
Like Fang Lang, all newcomers who came to heaven for the first time were observing in secret, and those who had been to heaven on the 9th began to quickly enter heaven. ..
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