Zhong Yuanzi immediately stood upright, without squinting his eyes, and stopped mumbling incessantly.

Jiuji Gui's spirit body folded his hands at his waist, clenching them unconsciously, and his eyes became more nervous.

Fang Wenxin was still looking into the distance, his eyes becoming more serious.

The nine blood-shadowed copper coins on his waist suddenly moved without wind, making a "ding-dong" sound.

Harsh in the dead silence!

Thunder in a silent place!

Everyone was shocked.

Fang Wenxin subconsciously moved his steps to move forward.

If Mr. Yu felt something, he also looked into the distance, then quickly reached out and pulled the red man next to him back.

"Slow down, slow down..."

"Are you rushing to reincarnate? Let's see if the situation is good, my brother Fang!"

Fang Wenxin was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed the roar of the wind and cranes all around, and everyone's eyes were focused on Dao Qiongcang.

He turned his head and looked directly.

The movement was so large that everyone was frightened and their hearts skipped a beat.

"Okay, judge..."

Behind him, Dao Qiongcang was stunned and glanced at the man in golden robe holding the sword.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, took half a step back, and returned to his original position. The muscles at the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

The man in golden robe looked like a sword: "I didn't hear awe!"

Dao Qiongcang lowered his head, his black hair already covered with spots of white snow, and he responded promptly:

"Okay, Lord Judge."

Snow and osmanthus harmonize with the wind.

For some reason, everyone on the holy mountain felt a sense of sadness at this moment.

Even the spectators on the side felt the desolation, as if they were witnessing something quietly falling.

"six……"

The pronouncements of the golden-robed judge holding the imperial edict continued to sound.

Almost 90% of the people on the Holy Mountain could no longer hear what he was talking about, and they were left in shock.

This is the Dao Palace Master!

There is no merit, but there is also hard work.

Even if he made a mistake, how could he be treated like this?

Doesn't this humiliate people in public?

But……

When they thought of the three golden-robed judges who ignored all the people in the world, and even the semi-saints looked at them with indifference, everyone felt that it was natural.

I haven't seen them before, but it's just because they don't come down often.

The Judge is the supreme being on the ladder of heaven, representing the will of the heads of the five holy emperor families.

Those who are guilty must be exposed, those who have made mistakes must be punished, and everyone is equal.

What everyone didn't expect was that even the Taoist Palace Master had not surpassed this "equality"...

The corners of Dao Xuanji's mouth curved a little more.

Her empty eyes reflected the shivering figures on the holy mountain, except for the sky.

The sky is behind you.

During the subsequent pronouncement process of the golden-robed judge, no one dared to interrupt, not even moving their toes.

Dao Xuanji took a deep breath as if there was no one around, and stretched out her hand, collecting handfuls of snowflakes.

Knead, crush, release...

Then knead the ball hard, crush it hard, and release it gently...

Again and again!

flagrant!

A kind of incisive and refreshing feeling arises from the soles of the feet, sublimates and penetrates the clouds in the sky, giving people a shiver like an electric shock.

You will be at the top of the mountain and have a panoramic view of the mountains!

Looking down at the sacred thought, the crowd was trembling, and everyone was in danger.

No one dared to raise their eyes to look at him.

They couldn't see him before, they only saw him; now they don't dare because they don't even dare to raise their heads.

He was finally left behind.

Very last very last...

The golden-robed judge listed a total of eighteen more charges, but few people heard clearly what was said behind them.

Dao Xuanji didn't listen either.

This edict was drafted by her, and she knew its contents very well.

In short, the sky of Dao has sunk to the bottom of the valley, and there will never be a day of recovery!

When the last indifferent voice came to his ears, Dao Xuanji, and even everyone on the holy mountain, finally came to their senses:

"Sinners are in heaven, can you plead guilty?"

Thousands of eyes looked at the lonely figure under the snow at the end.

Dao Qiongcang seemed not to hear the sound, and his eyes still fell on Dao Xuanji's back.

From beginning to end, this person never looked back at him.

Her shadow in the light is longer and deeper than that of ordinary people...

Dao Qiongcang laughed, looked at the judge, and said calmly:

"I plead guilty."

The sound of wind and snow is stirring, and the shadow of osmanthus is whirling.

While everyone was stunned, they could only hear the judge's indifferent voice before leaving:

"The position of the master of the main hall of Dao Qiongcang Holy Temple will be deprived, and the third emperor Dao Xuanji will temporarily take over. The general leadership of the Tianzhu operation will be changed..."

"Break an arm and throw it into the dead sea..."

"Ten years of imprisonment..."

Yu Lao watched Dao Qiongcang being taken away by the judge. While he was still in a daze, Fang Wenxin pulled his arm:

"Come with me for a walk."

As soon as Zhong Yuanzi started to take steps, he grabbed the man again and jerked him off:

"There's no one available anymore, so come with me!"

Yu Lao was stunned for a moment and was almost pulled away.

He hurriedly pulled the person back, curled his lips, and looked at the cold, arrogant figure on the throne.

Fang Wen closed his eyes with a heavy heart, then stopped his hand, cupped his fists and asked for instructions:

"Dare you ask the palace master..."

The sound of "Master of the Dao Palace" made all the people leaving the scene stop in unison. They felt that something was coming back and suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Mr. Fang is too polite. Please call me 'Master of Xuanji Palace'. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

The wind and snow suddenly disappeared, and everything was confusing.

That sense of loss, accompanied by the cold wind, stabbed back into the bone marrow again, sending everyone away.

Fang Wenxin didn't notice anything.

His "Tao Palace Master" has not even called out more than the number of two palms in decades.

After all, when the red clothes ceased to be red, the position of dominance became a child's play for the Holy Emperor family.

He has been sitting there for hundreds of years, and a thousand years have passed by, almost forgetting this life.

"The ghost copper sound is moving, and there is a big disaster coming outside Yujing City."

"The new red-robed Taoist Master Yue Gongli is no longer here, so I have to clean up Xiaoxiao."

"In case of emergency, I have to take these two with me. I beg the Master of Xuanji Palace to agree."
To be continued...