C104 Talking about northern wasteland pavilion

The Northern Wasteland Pavilion was located in the deepest area of the Northern Wasteland Academy. It was a proud and aloof mountain peak that pierced through the clouds.

"F * ck, how am I supposed to get up there?" Qiao Nan raised his head and looked up. There was a palace standing tall, surrounded by smoke and clouds, it looked like a heavenly palace, but this was a lone peak, and nearby was a cliff, unless he revealed his golden divine wings, it was not what Qiao Nan wanted.

Chirp!

A clear eagle's cry resounded in the sky.

Raising his head and looking upwards, he saw an eagle soaring in the sky, flying towards him.

The eagle spread its wings and attacked the sky!

Such a terrifying eagle, it would be hard for it to take three hits from him.

Qiao Nan's heart shivered, this eagle was actually a strong Demon Beast, even scarier than the average elders. With such a vicious beast guarding them, it was no wonder that no one dared to trespass into the Northern Wasteland Pavilion.

The eagle circled above Qiao Nan's head and grabbed down.

's claws cut through the air like lightning, before he could even react, his shoulder felt a sharp pain, and he was already high up in the sky.

Eagles soared in the sky, soaring high into the sky.

The sound of the wind blew past as thousands of clouds disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The peak of a thousand zhang was reached in the space of a few breaths.

The eagle loosened its claws, and directly threw Qiao Nan down from hundreds of meters in the air.

Bang!

Qiao Nan landed heavily on the mountain peak, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust. Rocks flew everywhere, directly scattering the clouds in the sky.

"Your fleshly body cultivation isn't bad." The eagle said these words before spreading its wings and flying away.

The moment it released Qiao Nan, it temporarily sealed his cultivation, allowing him to come into close contact with the great earth.

"Cough cough!"

A huge pit suddenly appeared on the mountain top as Qiao Nan climbed out of it in a sorry state.

"You're messing with me." Qiao Nan was depressed. He was actually tricked by an eagle the moment he arrived, and the key was that he didn't have the strength to resist.

He patted off the dust on his body and fixed his eyes on the majestic palace in front of him. It was built with ancient trees and had streams of energy circulating within it. It was as if it had an ancient charm to it.

The words' Northern Wasteland Pavilion 'were floating above the palace. The brush moved like dragons and snakes, as if it contained some kind of special concept. When he looked over, he suddenly felt as if his soul was being sucked in, which frightened him so much that he quickly shifted his gaze away.

The entire palace was made of ancient wood, giving off an ancient feeling. Standing outside the hall, he didn't feel any aura from the inside at all. It was as if there was no one inside, but it was also like an ancient fierce beast that was hibernating, and the blood qi within surged.

"Creak!"

The wooden door slowly opened.

"There's no need to stand on ceremony. Come in." An ancient voice came from the door.

"Yes." Qiao Nan bowed respectfully and slowly walked in from outside the door.

There were three people sitting on the prayer mat in the main hall. One of them was a middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and an extraordinary heroic spirit. He must have bewitched thousands of young girls when he was young.

Sitting on the left was a grey-robed elder. His face was full of wrinkles, just like the skin of an old tree trunk. Qiao Nan found it familiar, it was actually the guardian of the Scripture Pavilion.

On the right side of the praying mat sat a hempen-clothed elderly man. He had been sizing Qiao Nan up ever since he came in.

"Junior Qiao Nan greets all the seniors."

Qiao Nan stood nine feet away and paid his respects to the three of them.

"Young man, we meet again." The old man from the Scripture Pavilion smiled benevolently at Qiao Nan.

"Back then in the Scripture Pavilion, thank you senior for your guidance. Junior will be extremely grateful." Qiao Nan had a good impression of this old man. After all, when he first entered the Scripture Pavilion to select a battle skill, he was still able to receive some pointers from him.

"There's no need to be so polite. Sit down." The old man waved his hand, signalling for Qiao Nan to sit.

He had to obey orders.

"How did you escape from Demon God Mountain Range?" The old man cut straight to the point. It was too shocking that someone had managed to return alive from Demon God Mountain Range.

"Should I speak the truth? "Tell them that your father is the Lord of Desolate Land and all of you have to listen to me." Qiao Nan pondered silently in his heart.

"Hesitation? Have you not thought of a way to make up a lie? "Tell me honestly, where did you get this Demon Suppressing Stone?"

"I brought him back from the Demon God Mountain Range." Qiao Nan said firmly.

"Impudent, how stubborn." The old man seemed to be enraged, like a mad lion. If not for the middle-aged man holding him back, he might have came forward to kill Qiao Nan.

Qiao Nan was at a loss. He had never met this old man before, where did all this hatred come from?

"Qiao Nan, who gave you that acceptance letter back then?"

The middle aged man took out a letter. It was Qiao Nan's initial Eight Desolations Admission Certificate.

"While in Tianwu City," Qiao Nan explained the situation at that time in detail.

After they finished listening, the three of them looked at each other and saw the look of shock in each other's eyes.

"Qiao Nan, you might not know this, but the Northern Wasteland has never been to the Tianwu City before. This letter was brought by the direct disciple of the Great Clan Elder and was responsible for searching for the geniuses of the world."

"However, when you enter the Northern Wasteland in the future, that disciple's spirit tablet will be broken. This means that this letter was not sent by the Northern Wasteland, but rather was given to you by someone who had killed a Northern Wasteland student."

"What?"

Hearing that, Qiao Nan was completely shocked. Could it be that from the start, he had been accepted into the Northern Wasteland as a trap? Someone was using his own layout.

"You don't have to be nervous. We don't suspect that you've killed the people from the Northern Wasteland. Since you've come to the Northern Wasteland, it's fate."

"I heard from Fifth Elder that when you were fighting with Chen Hao, you used Desolate Force. Can you tell me what happened?"

"As I said, can you believe me?" Qiao Nan asked.

"The Northern Wasteland believes in its students!" The vice principal said resolutely.

"Alright, then allow me to ask, does the four wastelands belong to the Heavenly Desolate?" Qiao Nan stood up from the praying mat and looked at the three people arrogantly.

"Eternity? "What a long name." Old Bei sighed deeply.

There were actually people who remembered the Heavenly Desolate Domain.

"You actually know about the matters of the Ancient Desolation?" The vice principal was somewhat shocked. The four wastelands had existed for thousands of years and had long been forgotten by the world.

"Vice Principal, may I ask if the Lord of Desolate Land is the Lord of the Four Desolate Lands?"

The Vice Principal was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice, "The Four Wastelands belong to the Eternity forever."

"Didn't you all ask me, why did I come out of Demon God Mountain Range alive? Because I met the ancestor of the Eternity Realm, the senior who suppressed the alien demon god tens of thousands of years ago. He passed down the Heavenly Desolate Scripture to me, gave me the Heavenly Desolate Token, and from then on, controls the Eternity Realm. "

Qiao Nan took out a palm-sized order badge. There was one word on it: Huang!

However, the word was like a heavy mountain.

As soon as the command was given, the souls of the three people seemed to palpitate.

"Wild Token? "To think that it would be a Desolate Order."

Old Man Bei's ancient eyes were fixed on the command medallion. He could clearly feel the monstrous desolation contained within the token.

This, could not be faked.

The three of them looked at each other, and it was difficult to conceal the shock in their hearts. All of a sudden, he stood up and bowed respectfully in unison, "Northern Wasteland disciple pays his respect to the Lord of Heavenly Desolate."