Archfiend Chapter 1345: : Young Master

"Let's go?" Old Jiang was unhappy and urged.

Wan Zhong Shengjun blinked, his mind was dizzy.

Am I wrong?

I must have read it wrong...

Opening his eyes, he took a closer look, and suddenly he almost groaned with great happiness.

"Old ghost, your expression is very suspicious." Old Jiang stared at him: "What the **** is going on? Don't let your appetite be too low!"

Card! Sage King Wanzhong squeezed the jade slip, the strong jade slip instantly shattered, his voice was hoarse, his eyes were slightly red: "250 million..."

"What?" All the elders who were anxious to leave frowned.

"Do you remember..." Sage King Wanzhong took a few deep breaths before speaking in a deep voice: "All the hub cities, because of the defeat of Tenglei Mountain, have opened the spiritual protection array, everything that exceeds the sage level Brothers, all will be detected..."

"Wait..." He hasn't finished speaking yet, an elder Yuan Ying, with all his beards and hair spreading, his voice is full of disbelief: "You mean...Benlei Daozi..."

"Spiritual power of two hundred and fifty million." Saint Wanzhong only felt his heart beating wildly, and replied solemnly every word.

Deadly still.

Even Mr. Jiang was sluggish. The other elders all felt that a Venus appeared before their eyes.

Happiness came too suddenly, without any psychological preparation!

"How much?" The third elder stepped forward, his throat dried out: "I...I didn't hear clearly."

"Two hundred and fifty million!" The sage of Wanzhong couldn't help it anymore. He laughed and made no secret of his spiritual power. Suddenly, the waterfall in front of him flew upside down towards the sky, and the yellow sand outside the oasis was flying. . Many cultivators in Tianjian Villa were all shocked.

Old Jiang blinked his eyes for a long time, before shook his head for a long time, and muttered: "I've seen a ghost..."

The four elders' ears were all two hundred and fifty million voices. They breathed extremely heavy, and said with red eyes: "The true monarch remembers that the spiritual power of the two sages was only 190 million, right?" /

The three elders remembered something, and said in a deep voice: "How many people know about this news? I think it is enough to report one hundred and seventy million to the outside world! Protecting the Taoist is the first principle!"

"No!" Jiang Lao had recovered, and immediately opposed: "Bao Jianfeng has been sharpened, and excessive protection is the limit to him! And...if he is in danger, who can protect him?"

The third elder's face blushed, yeah...what is it about being affectionate? The danger that the 250 million super monks feel is that they can intervene?

"There is no need to conceal it." Wanzhong Shengjun laughed and said, "Today, the nine true and nine difficult gates gather in the fairy city to recruit troops. I am afraid that this news will lead to the seven realms of Sichuan. To hurry is better than being born in peace and dying in ignorance."

"Come here." After saying these two sentences, his voice rolled through the sect like a thunder, as loud as he exhaled the suffocation of more than 170 years: "Open the sect."

"The Kaixuan girl takes the sky array. Welcome the return of Daozi!"

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Walking through the oasis city surrounding Tianjian Villa, you will come to a vast Gobi, which is also the sword forest Xu Yangyi walked through.

A streamer took the lead, and dozens of them followed closely. Xu Yangyi did not take care of them too fast, which made the monks behind him grateful.

To be able to return with the legend of Heavenly Sword Villa is simply a great honor!

Soon, they stood in front of Heavenly Sword Villa. Looking at the familiar Jianlin, at a one-hundred-meter-large boulder with the four towering characters of Tianjian Villa painted on silver hook and iron, Xu Yangyi couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

From where to start and where to end.

Here is the first battle of his seven realms, where he established his might. The Devouring Talisman was found in Song Ziyu’s relics. Later, he encountered the ghost face monk, killed the four young masters, and fought against the grandson of Yan Wang. Finally, he entered the first battle with Su Xingyao. Tiragandis, now hundreds of years have passed, and he is standing here again.

He lightly stroked his hand on the stone tablet, and at this moment, his eyebrows jumped abruptly, and a feeling of being watched came to life.

Who is secretly looking at yourself?

He didn't change his expression at all, and said lightly: "Where is Wangchen?"

"Wang Chen?" All the disciples behind you look at me, and I look at you. In the end, one of the disciples respectfully handed over: "Which disciple is this? There has never been a sect disciple forgotten."

Memory erase.

Xu Yangyi converged his emotions to the bottom of his eyes. It really is a masterpiece of Mamen, so now looking at him... is Wangchen? Or is there someone else?

Is his only apprentice alive?

One by one doubts flooded into my heart, but at this moment, a faint green light suddenly appeared on his wrist. He immediately raised his eyes and looked around carefully, but no one seemed to see it.

All the disciples looked at the big brother standing under the stone stele of Tianjian Villa with incomprehension, thinking that they were feeling something. No one saw him, he had quietly lifted his sleeves, a green light spot suddenly appeared on his wrist, a kind of traction in the soul quietly permeated the spiritual consciousness.

"This is..." He looked over calmly, and just on his palm, another green light spot, very light, was looming in his palm.

Very familiar...

The unforgettable elixir immediately moved, and half a second later, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"So it was you..."

"It's not convenient to come out in person? Your status should be very high and you have great concerns, so you can only quietly help Da Chu and Ziqi. I am also very curious...Which is the amazing monk? Can the Seven Realms be hidden for so long?"

At this moment, the sound of a horn suddenly interrupted his thinking, and then the sky shook. He quietly put down his sleeves, as if nothing had happened. With a long laugh, the voice of the sage of Wanzhong haha ​​sounded: "Come, everyone, welcome the first place on the sacred list, we Tianjian Villa Taoist Xu Feng returns to the sect!"

Swipe...a piece of black and overwhelming crowd vacated, and the refining period was taken by the base-building period. The base-building period was carried by the magic weapon, the golden core, the soul of the soul and the virtual wind...The total number of thousands of people, Wanbao is empty, tight Then, all the monks bowed together and shouted: "Welcome Daozi to the sect! Welcome to the elder brother! Welcome to Ben Lei Shengjun to the sect!"

"I wish Daozi's magic power through the Xuanxuan, and I am so honored!"

The sound shook hundreds of miles, and the flat ground rolled in wild sand, forming an invisible ring of hot sound that pushed across the sky.

"Play music, Kai Xuan girl will take the heaven formation!" Old Jiang shouted majesticly.

Woo woo woo... the desolate horn sounded out of joy, accompanied by drums jumping across the world, and then a splendid brilliance shed, and the entire Gobi of Tianjian Villa was like a thousand aurora hanging down, beautiful and magnificent.

Countless celestial women flew around in it, lifelike, with layers of petals flying in the sky, smelling scent. The golden lotus is springing from the earth, and the beasts with the aura of vain are rushing, the fairy trees spit beads, and the clouds are transpiring.

Too many monks have never seen this kind of scene before, indulging in this beautiful scenery, but they don’t even wait for them to see more, and completely ignore that they can’t see it, Jiang’s voice once again It sounded: "This array will not be opened once, and it will be enough for a thousand spirit stones. Disciples do not have to worry, once this array is opened, it will last for a week."

Following his words, as if the rehearsal had been completed, several carpets woven with golden silk cicada wings, embroidered with dragon patterns and phoenixes, spread out from the entrance of the Zongmen gate, forming eighteen fairy cloud arch bridges, white cranes Auspicious clouds, auspicious beasts with flowers, the entire Gobi sect is full of luxury.

The King of Ten Thousand Heavy and all the elders stepped on it, holding a golden scroll in both hands, with a solemn expression, and with a light wave of the hand, the scroll slowly unfolded under the four characters of Tianjian Villa.

"This is..." All the Nascent Souls, and the Golden Core who had heard of this scene, were already extremely dignified when the scroll appeared, and then their bodies trembled with excitement.

"Master, what is this?" a foundation-building monk asked with excitement. His master took a deep breath of emotion: "From now on...you may not be able to call Daozi."

"Huh?" The apprentices around him were surprised.

The gazes have condensed on the scroll, like the essence, his master tremblingly said: "This is... the establishment ceremony of the young master... the most important scene in any sect inheritance."

"Even you respect me...I have only heard of it. I was so lucky to be able to see it today. How lucky..."

The scroll has been fully unfolded, with the names of the masters written on it, and the Ten Thousand Sage Lord is blank.

Wan Zhong Shengjun, Jiang Lao said at the same time, unspeakably solemn: "Monk Xu Feng, the road number Ben Lei, age six hundred and seventy-two. There are tools for generals, no sharpness. It’s clear, but it can be included. Outside of Zhongbiao, take care of Yuru to clear the chaos."

"Today, by the decision of all the elders of Tianjian Villa, Benlei was appointed as the head of Tianjian Villa for the 102nd generation, and it will be fulfilled from the day when the former head is resigned. Holy King Benlei, you Are you willing?"

All eyes were on Xu Yangyi's body. He knelt on the ground, arched his hands, and solemnly replied: "The disciple is willing."

Xu Yangyi bit his fingertips and wrote Xu Feng with dragons and phoenixes, and Ben Lei Shengjun six characters.

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"Goodness." The sage of Wanzhong solemnly took out a red jade seal, and Jiang Lao held each side, and forcefully closed the scroll.

In an instant, the scroll erupted with golden light, and Xu Yang Yiming felt something connected with his soul. He knew this was cause and effect. Then the scrolls were closed and turned into a stream of light to fly into the ancestral hall.

It seems that he has put down the huge boulder in his heart, and the look of Ten Thousand Sage Sage is a bit younger, the look in his eyes is more satisfied, and he strokes his long beard: "All monks in Tianjian Villa."

"The disciples are here!" The voice of tens of thousands of people was deafening.

"Worship Young Master!"

Pushing the golden mountain and falling down the jade pillar, if the black cloud is overwhelming, all the cultivators will kneel in the void and say loudly: "I have seen the Young Sect Master! From today on, the Young Sect Master will be the leader. I wish to cut through the thorns for the Young Sovereign and move forward together. !"

The sound resounded through the sky, shaking up the birds.

Young Master?

Xu Yangyi looked at the sky with emotion. Now, all the monks on the earth have ascended the position of the young master, and hundreds of years later, it will be their era.

Sage Lord Wanzhong laughed, never felt so young, and waved his hand: "Come, set a banquet, today Zongmen will not be drunk or return!"

"Slow!" At this moment, a thunderous sound crossed the sky, and the sky with the scorching sun was suddenly covered with clouds, day turning night.

The starlight revealed from the thick clouds that the flat land was full of waves, and the entire Tianjian Villa trembled. The boundless fairy mist rolled from the void, unspeakably vast, unspeakably majestic, and the tide was carrying the crowd. The mountain is ten thousand horses, far surpassing the Xuan-nv to take the sky, but in the blink of an eye, this Fang Tianyu can see nothing but the magnificent fairy fog. nt

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