"What's going on!"

"The Holy Emperor Bei Huai was punched away by Shen Yi?"

"Isn't God a body cultivator? How can he cause harm to the soul body? This hungry ghost... he is a soul cultivator!"

"Are you stupid? You have forgotten that 'the gate of hell is closed, and the gods are called gods'? If he had not resisted the harm of the soul body, how could he have been able to become a god in a battle back then? This is the 'hungry ghost path'!"

"What is the Hungry Ghost Path?"

"No, but didn't he just say the words 'Hungry Ghost Path'? I think it has something to do with this..."

"Gan!"

This punch from Shen Yi was quite shocking.

Holy Emperor is a word that is almost forgotten in the hearts of most of the spectators at this moment.

And when Beihuai used his momentum to condense his true state and embodied his soul to the point where it could be seen with the naked eye, everyone felt nothing but awe in their hearts.

They recalled the realm of the "Holy Emperor".

This is almost synonymous with "invincible".

But now, there is such an uninvited guest who suddenly breaks into the battlefield, rushes into the gate of hell in the form of a human, and then comes out in the form of a hungry ghost, punching the invincible Holy Emperor away!

"Shenyi, it's too fierce..."

"But brothers, have you noticed a very important issue? He is standing on the side of a saint slave!"

When the first person who woke up broke away from the climax of the battle and looked at the planner of this scene, everyone who followed also came back to their senses.

Looking around, high in the sky, there is only a golden domineering throne left.

On the throne, the holy slave Shouye sat with his legs crossed in such a showy manner, stroking the cat with one hand, and playing with two huge balls with the other... Long Xingzi.

He leaned back lightly, raised his chin slightly, raised the corners of his mouth while not moving, and his eyes were full of coolness and teasing.

He is so pretentious!

He even controls the golden throne in the void, slowly rotating!

While Bei Huai was blown away by a blow, he also tried to steal the light that belonged to Shen Yi, as if he was the protagonist of this battle.

He tried his best to make even a single hair in his nostrils clearly visible to the spectators of the battle.

And when Bei Huai was really punched away by the god who turned into a hungry ghost, the Shou Ye suddenly stood up from the golden throne.

The excitement on his face flashed away, and he sat back calmly, crossing his legs again, and the dragon apricot in his hand became a copycat.

The world suddenly dimmed.

Above the dark sky, there was a light, attracting everyone's attention.

What a coincidence!

This light unexpectedly fell on Master Shou who was sitting on the golden throne, and his slightly disdainful and indifferent voice spread throughout the audience:

"Holy Emperor Beihuai, I'm waiting for someone, what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting to die?"

hiss!

In an instant, everyone's scalps felt cold.

He was able to remain calm even when the Holy Emperor was about to strike, yet he dared to be so inhumane and add insult to injury after the Holy Emperor was beaten away.

Xu Xiaoshou may be the only one in the world who is so weird!

"Holy slave, Master Shou..."

"Sure enough, there is only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname. This is really me!"

"But how dare he? He wants the throne! After today, he may not even be able to sleep peacefully, and he will have to worry about sudden death all the time!"

"Don't forget, everyone, he is the same age as us, or younger than us... uh, younger. According to common sense, he should go through the Holy Palace trial with us now..."

This faint word that came out of nowhere completely silenced everyone.

yes!

Almost forgot!

This damn girl is really a young person...

"Being watched, passive value, +635."

"Being feared, passive value, +526."

"Being admired passive value, +568."

"Passive value of being worried, +1."

Yu Zhiwen looked longingly at the young man on the high-altitude throne who had taken away all the glory of the war with a beam of light...

She suddenly laughed.

The laughter hurt Yu Zhiwen, who was injured and coughed several times, unable to hide the pain between his brows.

She is still laughing.

And smiled very happily.

Yu Zhiwen covered his lips with the back of his hand, laughing and coughing, and the blood came out of the corner of his mouth...

She is still smiling!

On that majestic holy mountain, Yu Zhiwen saw too many pretentious so-called saints, claiming to be noble and heroic.

They will always remember to smooth out even a single wrinkle on their clothes, and will always show their most calm and confident side to others.

They hold the holy words and carry the holy mandate, high in the clouds, and never have the despicable, vulgar, villainous appearance.

Even the high-ranking officials on the Holy Mountain are very good at showing off their posture.

Either he is taciturn and cherishes words like gold. He only gives half a word of an order and leaves the rest to guess. If he fails to guess correctly, he will be punished if he makes a mistake.

Either he is solemn and sacred, claiming to be righteous, but Yu Zhiwen really doesn't see what he is like in the dark, and he doesn't even want to see it.

But on the surface, the justice of those people is just rules made for their own interests. It is the justice of some people, not even the vast majority of people!

Their words and deeds are decent and bright, and it is absolutely impossible for them to act like clowns in front of the public, to try to please the public, or to behave like Xu Xiaoshou at this moment, which can be called "sulliing the ears and eyes".

But Yu Zhiwen looked at Xu Xiaoshou's every move that "sullied his ears and eyes" and was filled with joy!

She has lived in the Holy Mountain since she was a child and has seen too many "holy people".

It wasn't until he escaped from the Holy Mountain and entered the secular world that he met many real "people".

This is an indescribable feeling...

Yu Zhiwen knew that Xu Xiaoshou was pretending, showing off, showing off, and trying to please others!

She used to hate this kind of people too.

Now when she looked like this, what she saw was the truth, the long-lost "I just want to base my happiness on your pain, and I want you to know that I have this kind of bad taste, so

The reality of "done".

This kind of taste cannot be reproduced by anyone else even if they replicate all of Xu Xiaoshou's current movements.

Its surname is Xu!

Xu Xiaoshou, who was sitting on the golden throne high in the sky, suddenly turned to this side.

He no longer showed others with his nostrils, but seriously lowered his eyes and looked carefully at somewhere below.

"Thumping..."

Yu Zhiwen's heartbeat briefly missed a beat.

He's looking at me!

She was extremely sure that this guy just looked at him like this in public!

The half smile that had been hanging on the corner of his lips suddenly disappeared.

Yu Zhiwen looked a little flustered. He blinked quickly, pretended to be nonchalant and moved his gaze to the other side. He reached out and touched a strange stone that had been blown into six edges and looked like it was carved artificially.

But the world suddenly disappeared!

The kind that disappeared!

Suddenly, a huge sense of loss in his heart, like a lost treasure, prompted Yu Zhiwen to turn his eyes calmly and look up again.

She looked over calmly.

The guy on the throne seemed to blink quickly, but it didn't seem like he blinked, and then looked away calmly.

The world is back.

But the feeling of loss became even stronger.

He was not looking at me... The smile on Yu Zhiwen's face disappeared and never appeared again.
To be continued...