Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The crystal ball suddenly glowed with fiery golden light. The glare 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, laughed loudly and said: "OK! OK. OK. I finally found an heir in Jiugong. I don't think I'm alone!"

"Haha! After 10 million years of waiting, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the nine heirs finally returned to his position.

The moment when my Nine Heavens Palace regains its glory is coming.

"Hahaha……"

On the altar, the white-haired old man laughed heartily. It is hard to imagine that he was a top brawny man in ancient times.

However, no one knew how helpless this ancient strong man was. In order to find the nine heirs, he waited for thousands of years, watching the changes in the sea. To this day, only one has returned.

"How can this be?"

It glows golden and still so dazzling!

"It is said that the blood demon sword test also released a golden light, but it is dull and not so dazzling!"

"This talent is either in grade 8 or grade 9. No wonder the elder is so happy."

What follows is a group of people in shock, envy, envy and hatred.

The four kings and the five Tianjiao were stunned one by one. Their faces were very solemn, their eyes fixed on the round table, on some puzzled ice and snow.

"Xue'er's talent has indeed changed. It should have something to do with her cold body." Fang Lang's face was full of joy, thinking secretly.

Next to them, Sun Yun, Li Lanshan and others were also very excited. Anyway, Mu Bingxue is their friend and warrior from the Great Inflammation Country. They are naturally 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 to himself.

Boom.

Suddenly, the void trembled, the endless stars split in all directions, and the bright portal of the road slowly appeared in front of everyone.

These portals radiate fiery light like vortex channels. There are nine portals, each with a name on it.

Tai Chi, Yin Yang, Shura, Ice, Xuan Wu, Tian Yi, Chong Ding, Hundred Battles, Crazy Magic!

Fang Langyi swept through these entrances one by one, his heart trembling. The breath emanating from these portals made him feel as huge as ancient.

On the altar, the white-haired old man waved his hand, the door was opened immediately, and endless white light was released, piercing the eyes of the crowd. "Mu Xuebing, are you willing to worship Jiutian Palace, become the heir of Bingbing Holy 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, aura, and terrifying strength of the white-haired old man made everyone feel suffocated, unable to move their hands and feet, leaving them dripping with cold sweat.

Only wood, ice and snow are not forced by this momentum. She looked at the white-haired old man with some anxiety, and then turned to the tree below Fang Langkong.

"Xue'er—" Fang Lang raised his head vigorously, and looked at Bingxue head-on.

"I. I know!"

With Fang Lang's support, Mu Xuexue raised his head and said firmly.

In her heart, she also wanted to become stronger so that she could help Fang Lang.

"Very good!" The white-haired old man immediately smiled when he heard this. He stretched out his hand to move, and the wood, ice and snow flew towards the frozen door out of thin air.

"Starting today, you are the saint of the Holy Ice Palace, and you are eligible to enter the Holy Ice Palace to receive the inheritance. Go, I hope you can inherit the Ice Throne as soon as possible."

The white-haired old man said that his body emitted a fiery light, which once again stung the crowd who had difficulty opening their eyes.

After the light disappeared, the ice and snow here had disappeared.

"Directly enter the ice palace?"

Listening to the voice of the white-haired old man, everyone was dumbfounded, with envy and jealousy on their faces.

Jiutiangong has nine sacred palaces, which have been known for a long time. 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 Jiutiangong's unique skills and many internal strengths in Jiugong.

With these things, even ordinary fighters can become Wu Wang, Huang Wu, not to mention their geniuses.

Unfortunately, Jiutiangong'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 the Martial King." Many people sighed.

Among the crowd, this strange girl, Gongsun Xuan, also showed a hint of jealousy, secretly gritting her teeth.

The king, Wu Zhao, the windless man, and others, one after another, looked extremely majestic. They naturally knew that once Mu Bingxue was passed on, their future achievements would definitely exceed them, even surpassing the 18 lords of the 18 North Sea countries.

"This is going to change!" some lamented.

When the supreme war in the palace of heaven is over, all 18 countries in the North Sea will be shocked by it. Presumably, the 18 heads of state will not be able to sit idly by.

For Mu Bing and Xue, is this a blessing or a curse.

An anxiety secretly rose in Fang Lang's heart.

The exercises of the Jiutian Palace are definitely a great temptation for the eighteen kings. I'm afraid that even King Dayan couldn't help plundering.

However, with Fang Lang's current strength, facing 18 heads of state is like moths to a flame.

"But if I can get promoted to

King Wu of the Nine Heavens Palace Wu, I will not be without the power of the First World War. "Fang Lang raised his head, a pair of dark eyes bursting with fiery divine light. On the altar, the white-haired old man withdrew his gaze and glanced at the crowd below. A loud voice sounded again.

"Although you have no talent, it's not just talent in martial arts. Opportunity, understanding, and hard work are equally important. Now, although the Ice Palace has its heir, the other eight sacred palaces are still empty. Please choose one of them Come and take this opportunity.”

As the white-haired old man said, he closed 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, Xuan Wu, Tian Yi, Chong Ding, Hundred Battles, Crazy Magic!

Fang Lang's eyes swept across these entrances, observing them secretly.

Like Fang Lang, all the newcomers who came to heaven for the first time were watching secretly, and those who had already been to heaven on the 9th began to enter heaven quickly. ..