Holy Hall.

In the empty hall, the only figure on the main seat was Dao Qiongtian, who was sitting with a smile on his face, calm and elegant.

Suddenly, his eyeballs popped out and became bloodshot instantly.

The sudden pain made him couldn't help but put his hand to cover his forehead and let out a muffled groan.

It took a long while before he calmed down.

"call……"

"it is finally over."

After letting out a long breath, Dao Qiongcang stood up from his seat.

It was extremely quiet everywhere. Even Xiao Qi was no longer there. Only the squeaking sound of him pushing the seat when he stood up echoed.

Dao Qiongcang leaned his upper body and pressed his hands on the silver table. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes were a little out of focus.

Soon, he smiled sadly and sorted out the mess of information left by Xiao Qi on the table.

Stacks of paper, stacks of jade slips...

After quickly sorting them into categories, they put them one by one into the space rings. I wanted to put them into the sleeve robe.

After thinking about it, Dao Qiongcang put the space ring on the table again.

He turned sideways, moved the main seat upright, and pushed it under the table.

Then he stepped aside, raised his eyes, and looked at the Holy Temple that had been with him for nearly forty years in a daze.

The silver table was like new and glowed brightly.

The chairs around them vary in height, some can accommodate a giant envoy of heaven, and some can accommodate the size of a normal human being.

"Jin Guang, this is good luck!"

"Old Yu, please retract your fishing rod, it hit me..."

"No, why did it explode?"

"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to Dao boy's thoughts first. Don't talk nonsense."

"Unanimous vote passed!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Dao Palace Master..."

With a blink of an eye, the picture shattered.

Without exception, no one is sitting on any of the ten seats.

"This is 'emotion', human nature?"

Dao Qiongcang raised his eyes and understood something carefully. Suddenly, the rhythm of Dao flowed around him, and the holy power surged.

As soon as he turned his palm, all the fluctuations were suppressed.

"Pouring my body with oil, busying my body, lifting my sleeves to wet my body with sweat..."

"Broken my body and bones, I will lose my spirit and longevity, and I will be depressed and unable to achieve my goals..."

"Bake my soul soup, ruin my luck, and throw me out..."

He raised his eyes and looked outside the door. The sky was as bright as daylight, and everything under his eyes was bright. The sky was silently praising:

"What a curse, what a curse!"

"So you're waiting for me here... I was so focused on the outside world that I forgot that I could also bring trouble to Xiao Qiang!"

"It's a pity. It's just a little bit close. I can give it half a day, so it won't end in such a hurry."

"If Xu, Shen, and Cao Jin all accept it, even if the eight acquaintances succeed in sealing the sword, I only need to sacrifice one flower...ha!"

As soon as his thoughts were interrupted, Dao Qiongcang let out a low laugh, and thousands of emotions finally converged into one voice:

"You are really my good sister!"

Ta-ta...

The sound of footsteps faded away.

In the silence, the backlit black figure calmly walked outside the gate of Shenghuan Palace.

It seemed that the figure looked much older, a little more desolate and lonely.

Of course, there is relief.

…

Separated by a door.

Guizhe Holy Mountain was crowded with people and it was very lively.

"Look, look, there are people coming down the ladder!"

"Hiss, that's...one of the new Three Emperors, Half-Saint Xuanji? Who are they following her?"

"Golden robe and jade crown, with white tattoos on the left collar and red tattoos on the right collar... You must be right, you are new here, right? From the look of them, you are someone from the Judgment Department!"

"Judgement Department?"

"You haven't seen it before, little guy. The last time this group of people went down the ladder to heaven, the Moonless Sword Immortal was dismissed from his post, had his arm cut off, and was thrown into the Dead Sea. There has been no news yet. Now..."

"Is something going to happen to someone again? Who!"

"I don't know, but it definitely won't be the Dao Palace Master, but the matter must be very big, otherwise the Holy Mountain Conference would not be held... By the way, have the Holy Mountain Conference been held too intensively recently?"

Snow and osmanthus harmonize with the wind.

The figures walking up the ladder gradually solidified.

The leader was none other than Dao Xuanji, who was dressed in a black robe, with long hair tied up, light eyebrows and thin lips, and empty eyes.

She held a fly whisk in her hand, showing neither sadness nor joy. Behind her were three judges.

One person holds an imperial edict, another person holds a sword, and another person holds a seal. Their brows are all arrogant, and their eyes are like ants.

"Whoosh..."

When these four people landed, a half-saint wave descended from the outside on the top of Guizhe Holy Mountain, which was bustling with people.

"Look, look!"

"The Kunpeng Divine Envoy Yu Lao of the Ten-member Council, and the Elemental Divine Envoy Mr. Zhong Yuanzi..."

"Hey, counting the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoys, there are only three of them. What about the others? There are only three of them for such a big battle today?"

"That man in red... hiss! What a terrifying aura. Who is this old gentleman? I have never seen him in the Holy Mountain for so many years."

"This is Fang Wenxin, Mr. Fang? How is it possible? Even his old man has left the mountain..."

"Is he strong?"

"My child, this is not a question of whether you are strong or not. I am the first generation of red clothes. Do you understand the concept of this?"

"Hiss! The first generation of red clothes? The one who suppressed the first generation of Liuxu..."

"Shh..."

Although a ten-member council is rare, everyone has seen it.

Among the semi-saint fluctuations this time, the most eye-catching thing was the old man dressed in red and with unparalleled evil aura.

His face was covered with wrinkles and his temples were gray. His red robe hid his body and hands. Only the nine copper coins hanging around his waist attracted attention.

The copper coins were strung together with threads, and each piece was red. There was a faint sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling coming from it, which was breathtaking.

"Mr. Fang, please come this way."

After Dao Xuanji landed, he stood unceremoniously in Dao Qiongcang's usual seat and extended his hand to the side.

"Wow."

The noisy discussion on the Holy Mountain ceased immediately.

At this time, everyone was in danger, as silent as a cicada, and did not even dare to move.

The position of Taoist Palace Master has been taken?

This position is surrounded by a ten-member council.

At this moment, no one else came. Around Dao Xuanji, although they were separated by a few bodies, there were only Zhong Yuanzi and Yu Kunpeng.

With such a finger, even Zhong Yuanzi, who was devoted to studying element fusion, noticed something at this moment.

After frowning slightly, Zhong Yuanzi still gave way.

Others can be disrespectful…

Fang Wenxin, Guizhe Holy Mountain, everyone should respect it.

The first generation of Red Clothes were the purest, and they laid the solid foundation for the stability of the Holy God Continent!

"No."
To be continued...