429. The Hundred Years Dream of the Blazing Fire Sect 1
At this moment, what he didn't know was that not far from him, in a secret place, a group of people were holding a mysterious ritual.
"My ancestors and sects, today is already a hundred years, the day shown in the ancestors' brocade bag. It is also the day when our Liehuo Sect rises again. Disciple Yang Bufan leads all the disciples of the Liehuo Sect, and I sincerely ask my ancestors to protect me.
Liehuo Sect, please wish our disciple Yang Qingmeng to successfully enter the forbidden land and obtain the inheritance."
In the ancestral hall, there are hundreds of tablets and incense is burning, while below, hundreds of men and women dressed in retro styles are kneeling.
Each of these men and women looked respectful, excited, and pious, comparable to believers. At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the old man in the front, Yang Bufan, the current head of the "Fire Fire Sect".
Yang Bufan is over eighty years old, but he looks similar to someone in his fifties. There is no old lady on his face at all. His expression is solemn and not angry. He has obviously been in a position of giving orders for a long time.
It has become a majestic posture that manifests itself in the movements of hands and feet.
As the head of the Liehuo Sect and the head of the Yang family, Yang Bufan, or rather the entire Liehuo Sect, has been burdened with a huge secret for the past hundred years. It is with the support of this secret that the Yang family has been able to support itself until now.
More than a hundred years ago, the ancestor of the Yang family, Yang Feifan, the patriarch of the first three generations, and the grandfather of the current patriarch, left a secret bag before his death, and strictly ordered future generations not to open it without permission no matter what the circumstances.
, Otherwise, the entire Yang family will definitely be destroyed!
And if it is opened at the time designated by him, it can comply with the destiny and gain huge benefits, making the "Fire Sect" rise again and become powerful in the world.
Over the past hundred years, countless speculations, countless fantasies, and countless expectations have all focused on this moment.
The Yang family's successive sect leaders are all very trustworthy people. Although they are extremely curious, no one has ever thought of opening the bag. Since the ancestors said that opening it today will make the sect prosperous, then open it today.
And only the sect leader knew that there was actually nothing extraordinary in this kit.
The real will is passed down orally to each successive sect leader.
But in the kit, there is an extremely critical item. Without that item, even knowing the secret would be of no use, because inside the kit is the key to entering the forbidden area!
The reason why the Fiery Fire Sect closed the mountain for hundreds of years was just for today.
After the worship, Yang Bufan stood up and looked majestically at the more than a hundred core disciples below. His expression was slightly excited. Years of forbearance and years of expectation were finally coming true at this moment. How could he?
Maybe not excited? No one knows how much pressure he has endured over the years.
"Qingmeng, come up!"
Yang Bufan's eyes finally fell on a young girl among the disciples, and his voice became rare and gentle.
This woman is the key figure this time, and she is also the granddaughter of Yang Bufan... Yang Qingmeng!
Yang Qingmeng, sixteen years old, is the third generation disciple of Liehuo Sect. His strength is around two stars. His hands are like catkins, his skin is like gelatin, his face is like a unicorn, and his teeth are like rhinoceros. He has a charming smile and beautiful eyes.
, a complete classical beauty, but with an icy air that repels people thousands of miles away.
She is beautiful and noble, sacred and gentle, cold and weak, like a complex complex, but exudes a fatal attraction that is not belonging to her age group, making everyone's eyes involuntarily attracted to her.
Yang Qingmeng stepped forward slowly, with a calm and cold expression. It seemed that what he was facing was not a major event that the family had been looking forward to for a hundred years, but an extremely ordinary thing. However, this mentality was enough to