Refining Heaven and Earth Chapter 884: Holy King

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Wang Fuhua is the most anxious, the last place will be assigned, and the decision will be made soon.

After thinking about it, Wang Fuhua is even more disturbed. Even if he wins the last spot, will the saint choose him?

Zhu Tie's expression is indifferent, but his heart is restless. Revenge is not an easy task. If you don't sit in the seat of the holy king, it will be a problem to live.

He is not afraid of death, but he is not reconciled, and he has to avenge his blood and blood!

Zhu Yang gradually became disappointed. The Saint King's attitude has explained everything. The previous plan will not work anymore. His mind is spinning rapidly, thinking about the next plan.

Two streamers galloped from a distance, and the crowd cast their eyes. The battle between the kings of the holy kings for more than a year is finally coming to an end.

The holy king fell into the void, walked straight to the ice hall, and said loudly: "Wang Fu painting wins!"

Huh!

Fang Bai breathed a sigh of relief. He has passed this test for the time being, and I will talk about the future.

Boom!

Wang Fuhua's mind roared, and after all the hard work, he finally won the last place, and then it depends on how the saint chooses.

Wang Yu was really happy, and the thing she was most worried about didn't happen. She didn't have to fight with the saint of Jiuyin Palace.

In front of the ice hall, the palace lord looked back at the holy king, who shook his head slightly.

"The three of you, come here." The Saint King beckoned and said.

Zhu Xi, Zhu Yang, and Wang Fu painted slowly walked, standing in front of the ice hall and saluting together, "See the palace lord, the holy king!"

"Hmm!"

The Holy King nodded faintly, "The position of the Holy King, choose from the three of you, now each of you has a chance to speak. Take advantage, who will come first?"

"The younger generation comes first."

Zhu Xie took a step forward and saluted the palace lord and the holy king again, before he said: "I have admired the saint for a long time. If we can grow old together, we will live up to the saint in this life, and I would like to protect with my life! "

The words are short, sonorous and powerful, and bold.

"Are you for revenge, or are you sincerely admiring?" A faint voice sounded, like an empty valley orchid, echoing in your ears.

Falling in Zhu Xi's heart, it was like a hammer hit. He had only one purpose for seizing the throne of the Holy King, using the power of Jiuyin Palace to avenge him.

At this moment, the saint asked directly, instantly dumb, not knowing how to answer.

"Okay, I see, next one." The saint said lightly.

Zhu Tie was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a short time, and immediately lost the qualification to speak. Could it be the end?

Zhu Yang glanced at him with disdain, and said loudly: "Zhu Yang has seen the saint! The Fire Temple and Jiuyin Palace are well-known in the Eastern Region. If we combine, the Fire Temple and Jiuyin Palace will be a family from now on. Watch, the entire Eastern Region will tremble for it.

The Temple of Fire and the Nine Yin Palaces will be more glorious, and they will become famous in the Wild Continent, which is just around the corner. "

Speaking of the end, the spirits were flying, and it seemed to see the forces crawling under his feet, trembling about it.

"Young Master Yang is for profit?" the saint asked lightly.

Zhu Yang was taken aback, and immediately said: "The weak eats the strong, the strong joins forces, the heaven and the earth are the most logical, why is it for benefit?"

"Got it, next one." The saint said softly.

Zhu Yang wanted to say something, Wang Fuhua strode forward and had no choice but to withdraw.

"Meet the Lord of the Palace, the Holy King, and the Holy Woman!"

Wang Fuhua hugged his fists in a salute, straightened up, and slowly said: "Yin and yang blend, heaven and earth are the most logical; men and women love, and human relationships are common.

The posture of the saint deity and human is admirable, and Xia is no exception. The royal family and the Jiuyin Palace have a long history. They are proud to marry the saint and ascend to the saint king. They are also their ambitions in this next life.

For this reason, I have been solitary until now, and what I am waiting for is today.

Although the talent is humble and the saint is not high, but there is a sincere heart in the next, and I am willing to accompany the saint throughout my life, without any two-heartedness. "

"So, the prince is for his own ambition?" the saint said softly.

"Not good!"

Wang Fu painted the secret path and hurriedly said: "The saint has misunderstood. That was before. I can see the saint at this moment. I am deeply impressed by the saint's temperament. I have a heart of admiration and no distractions."

"Got it." The saint nodded, interrupting Wang Fu's painting.

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I fell silent for a while, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing. The saint asked questions that seemed inexplicable and pointed to the point. The three were speechless and did not know how to answer.

Coming to fight for the position of the Holy King, which one is not for the powerful forces of Jiuyin Palace?

The saint has never met, until now, she is covered by a veil, whether it is beautiful or ugly, no one knows.

Besides, no one cares.

The question of the saint is too sharp. If you agree, doesn't it admit that the marriage of the saint is for the strength of Jiuyin Palace.

If you don’t agree, then how should you say that love between men and women requires a process and foundation. Two people who have never met, how can they talk about love?

No matter how you answer, it's not appropriate!

"Young Master Fang, can I ask you a few words?" The saint's soft voice sounded again, and countless people all looked towards Fang Bai.

"My saint, please." Fang Bai smiled bitterly.

"What do you do with the son?" The saint said softly.

"I came here accidentally!" Fang Bai said bitterly. He wouldn't be here if he hadn't agreed to Wang Fu painting.

"Is the son really defeated?"

"The superficial strength makes the saint laugh."

"The son does not look down on Jiuyin Palace, or does he look down on me?"

"The saint's words are too serious, and you can't afford to climb higher."

"Can there be a wife and children in the son's house?"

"One wife and one daughter."

"She must be beautiful to make the son so decisive."

"Although the face is beautiful, after all, the loess is a handful."

"If the son wins today and I elect the son again, what will the son do?"

"Fortunately, the power is low, and the saint is not insulted."

"I mean what if?"

"There are too many if there are too many, if it hasn't happened, then it doesn't exist, and I can't answer it below."

Now, the fool can see that not only the Saint King is optimistic about Fang Bai, but even the saint woman is interested in Fang Bai.

Otherwise, a person who is defeated, why bother talking nonsense.

The expressions of Zhu Xi, Zhu Yang, and Wang Fuhua are the most ugly. Although it is a marriage for profit, it still makes them a little ugly under the eyes of everyone.

Three people are no better than a defeated person!

"Okay, I see." The saint said indifferently: "My son, but please don't worry, I won't embarrass him."

Huh!

Fang Bai breathed a sigh of relief. He could tell from the words that the saint was a woman with a profound sense of righteousness. Although her words were sharp, they were not embarrassing and broad-minded.

"Thank you saint!" Fang Bai pulled back with a fist.

After all, the reason is the first loss, and there is no desire to fight for the holy king, so why bother to participate, but in the end, they lost three in a row and sent Wang Fu painting up.

Now thinking about it, if it weren't for him to make trouble, the man who has the most hope of becoming the saint king should be the man in white.

The kendo and waterways are perfect, well-connected, and the strength is very strong!

Zhao Xinghe is not bad, he can arouse the power of the galaxy, and he will make great achievements in the future, but he is defeated.

"The three talents are all very talented, and it is difficult to decide for a while. Let me think about it for a moment." The saint said softly.

Zhu Tie, Zhu Yang, and Wang Fuhua held fists in return, although they were anxious, they had no choice but to wait.

Time passed bit by bit, and countless lights gathered here, waiting for the saint to reveal the answer, who will be the last saint king!

The paintings of Zhu Xi, Zhu Yang, and Wang Fu are all unique geniuses and evildoers, and they can all be worthy of the position of the Holy King.

But the disadvantages of the three are also obvious.

Zhu Xie is an enemy of the Fire Temple. Once Zhu Xie becomes the Holy King, it means to offend the Fire Temple, which will inevitably trigger a war between the Jiuyin Palace and the Fire Temple.

The Fire God Temple is stronger than the Jiuyin Palace, and it is unwise to bring disasters to the Jiuyin Palace.

As the Lord of the Fire God, Zhu Yang has an extraordinary power, but he is ambitious. Once he becomes the Holy King, his ambition will expand even more.

The future of Jiuyin Palace will either rise or fall. The variables are too great to grasp.

Giving him the future of Jiuyin Palace, this is not what Jiuyin Palace hopes to see.

In this way, it seems that Wang Fu's painting is the most suitable. It has the blood of the old saint king, and the power behind it is weak, and it will not affect the Jiuyin Palace.

However, compared with Zhu Xi and Zhu Yang, the drawbacks of Wang Fu's paintings are also obvious. The practice of extremely Yang Qi is much inferior to the previous two.

The most important thing for the saint king is to cultivate the aura of extreme yang, blend with the saint yin and yang, and improve his cultivation.

Initially, Fang Bai’s speed in absorbing the energy of the extreme sun was the most abnormal, and his talents and strength were strong. He was the best candidate for the Saint King, but he finally surrendered.

In front of the ice hall, the sense of consciousness around the palace owner, saint king, and saint woman fluctuates continuously, and the three are preparing for the first and final decision.

Thinking about it carefully, Fang Bai suddenly felt that the saint was a little pitiful. Will the person selected in this way be a companion worthy of a lifetime?

While she regards the Holy King as a tool, why not use her as a tool to satisfy the desire for power!

Poor! Sigh! sad!

After a long time, the holy king got up, his eyes swept across the crowd, and said loudly: "The next generation of holy kings in Jiuyin Palace, I wish you!"

Boom!

The crowd was a sensation. I didn't expect that Zhu Xie would be the last choice. Even Zhu Xie himself was a little at a loss, unbelievable.

Zhu Yang has a cold expression. He can accept Wang Fu's painting as a holy king, but he cannot accept Zhu Xi as a holy king.

Wang Fu's picture is pale, and the organs are exhausted, but the work has failed!

Fang Bai couldn't understand either. In his opinion, Zhu Xi was definitely the one with the least hope, and the saint chose him instead.

Could it be?

Thinking of this, Fang Bai trembled in his heart, other than that, he couldn't think of other possibilities!

Zhu Xi uses Jiu Yin Palace to avenge his revenge. Jiu Yin Palace will not be so stupid to offend Fire Temple for Zhu Xi unless it is profitable.

In any case, it can be explained that Jiuyin Palace is not afraid to fight the Fire God Temple, or in other words, hopes to fight the Fire God Temple!