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Seventeen days ago, the third day of March.

Tens of thousands of people have gathered on the vast grassland in front of the Parthenon. Believers from all directions have changed into snow-white robes, which looks like a flock of sheep covered with the earth from a distance.

Usually, these tens of thousands of white-robed believers gathered together without any noise. They would tie their mounts, kneel quietly on the grass, worship at the Parthenon devoutly, and wait quietly for the miracle to appear.

But today, tens of thousands of white-robed believers gathered together, and they all talked with concern:

"Last year, because of the God of Killing, the miracle was not revealed. In the end, although the divine light took away the God of Killing, the miracle did not appear in the end. I wonder if the miracle will be revealed again this year and bless all living beings."

"It's hard to say. If you don't see it, you're worried. You can only wait and see it."

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss." The bald man shouted again in a loud voice last year: "A sincere heart will make you feel good! Everyone should calm down and pray for blessings in peace. Otherwise, if you anger the gods, you will not see miracles again."

"Yes, yes!" When the believers heard this, they quickly shut up and closed their mouths, knelt on the ground, praying sincerely.

Ou Chuyang ignored it and walked straight to the gate of the temple and stared at the mysterious pattern. The pattern was still the same, with a hollow five-pointed star engraved in a circle.

The center of the five-pointed star is a Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish pattern, but the two eyes of the Yin-Yang fish are not two dots of Yin-Yang, but symbols. One symbol is like lightning, and the other is like a vortex.

"Hey! Then who is not allowed to approach the temple and blasphemy."

"You have angered the gods and no longer showed miracles. Can you afford it?"

Everyone below shouted and scolded.

Ou Chuyang stared at the mysterious pattern with all his attention, turning a deaf ear to the shouts behind him.

"Why does that person's back look so familiar?"

"Yes, I also think this scene seems to have appeared before..."

"He...he is the god of killing! The god of killing that was taken away by the divine light last year! He...he is back!"

"Ah! The God of Killing Reappears... It's over! It's all..."

The believers were inexplicably shocked and in chaos.

The bald man rushed forward and raised his arms and shouted, "Don't panic, don't be afraid! This is the test of Gods on us. We have the protection of God, don't be afraid of the God of Killing, hurry up and arrest him!"

"Yes! Hurry up and catch the killing god and don't let him blaspheme the god!"

The believers flocked forward and rushed towards Ou Chuyang.

Ou Chuyang was unaware of it and stared at the mysterious pattern. The pattern seemed to be growing bigger and bigger as Ou Chuyang's heartbeat. It changed from about a foot to one meter, and then, ten meter... a hundred meter... a thousand meter... a hundred meter... a hundred meter... a billion meter, boundless, covering the entire world...

Ou Chuyang only felt as if he was in the void and could not feel any other existence, except for the mysterious pattern that was wider than the world...

The vast and mysterious pattern seemed to be spreading vast and boundless mysterious messages to the four poles and wildernesses. Anything is deeper and more complicated than the civilization of the entire world...

Ou Chuyang gradually lost in this time and space that seemed tangible and invisible, sound and silent, like real and ethereal...

"I caught him!" A believer who rushed in the front rushed towards Ou Chuyang, his hands touching his shoulders.

But in the end he was lost.

Ou Chuyang suddenly turned into a golden light and shot into the mysterious pattern.

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The same material, the same shape, the same quaint and desolate...

Ou Chuyang entered the mysterious hall again, "It seems that it is really opened once a year. The opening time of the Parthenon Temple is on the third day of March every year."

It was still the familiar circular altar, the familiar metal square altar was still there in the middle of the altar, and the square altar was still empty.

Although Ou Chuyang was not surprised, he was still a little disappointed. Along the way, he had fantasized whether fragments of Tai'a Can Sword would appear again in the temple?

Then, it did not appear.

"It seems that there is only a part of Tai'a Can Sword in each mysterious hall, and it will never be there after it is taken away." Ou Chuyang packed up his mind and prepared to start practicing.

This time he came in to verify two things.

First, the opening rules of the temple. He has already got the answer to this point.

Second, last time he had a question. The empty mysterious hall seemed to be not as simple as the Tai'a Can Sword displaying, and the speed of time inside seemed to be different from that in the outside world.

If the time flow rate in the mysterious hall is slower than that in the outside world, wouldn’t it be great to go to retreat and practice in the mysterious hall?

On the one hand, Ou Chuyang wanted to figure out his questions, but on the other hand, he was forced to go to the Parthenon to have a desperate situation because of his qualification assessment, so he had to come to the Parthenon Temple to take a gamble.

Whether you win or lose, wait until you upgrade to Sword Master Xiaocheng, and then go out and calculate your days will know.

Ou Chuyang took out 40,000 red crystals, built four high walls around the square platform, and surrounded himself in the middle. Then he jumped up to the square platform and sat cross-legged, and officially began to go into seclusion and practice.

If you don’t break through to the swordsman Xiaocheng, you will never leave the gate.

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"Which little rabbit-baby said I won't come back?" Ou Chuyang appeared in front of everyone with a faint smile. At this time, only the last ray of sunlight was still shining on the top of Qingyun Pavilion.

"You...you dare to come back?" Park Jung-chang's pupils dilated rapidly, almost filled with his green bean-like eyes. Then he laughed wildly, "If you have a way in heaven, you don't go, if you have no way in hell, you can break in! You are here, you are here!"

After saying that, Park Jung-chang rushed to Meng Pingsheng and shouted: "Mr. Meng, Ou Chuyang is here. He has not reached the level of a swordsman. He cannot obtain the qualification for the assessment. He will be expelled from the academy immediately."

Everyone looked at Meng Pingsheng together, waiting for his final judgment.

Ou Chuyang appeared in time. Although a huge rock in Gongsun Yan's heart fell to the ground, he was now slung his heart into his throat.

Meng Pingsheng looked at Ou Chuyang carefully, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Ou Chuyang, cultivation level: Sword Master Xiaocheng, can participate in the year-end assessment."

"What!"

"This...this is impossible!"

"His he really broke through to the sword master's small success?"

"Three months, from the entry-level sword master to the small success of the sword master? In a year, two levels have been upgraded? This... is simply nonsense!"

"I'm so crazy!"

"It's not that you're crazy, but that this world is crazy..."

Park Jung-chang stood in front of Meng Pingsheng stupidly, staring at Meng Pingsheng's mouth, as if he had been caught by a ghost, and even forgot to breathe.

Yang Manrou asked hurriedly: "Mr. Meng, although I know you will definitely not read it wrong, but... but this is really horrifying... Do you want to take a look again?"

Meng Pingsheng was extremely unhappy with the students' doubts. But he was a little unbelievable, so he focused his attention again and carefully examined Ou Chuyang.
Chapter completed!