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When Yang Lin talked about the holy throne, it was not just on a whim, but he had already made up his mind after sitting on the futon.

After all, if you grab the last seat, whether it's Kunpeng's or Zhunti's, this approach will eventually attract a large number of enemies...

Zhunti represents the Western Sect. Not to mention the two leading men, there are also a large number of masters from the Western Sect. If they don't come over, they will definitely not be happy with him in the future.

And how famous is Kunpeng among the demon clan?

He is as famous as Demon Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Nuwa, and Fuxi. He is now the well-deserved leader of the Demon Clan, and it is not an exaggeration to praise him.

In some ways, he actually represents the demon clan.

Nowadays, the demon clan dominates the sky and is so powerful that it is even more powerful than the darling witch clan of the earth, which has twelve ancestral witch clans.

Offending this clan will definitely not make you feel comfortable.

The most outrageous thing is that before the ancient tree took shape, I had no reputation at all, and my heels were not visible. I was just a figure, so I wouldn't think highly of him. It is a common problem among living things to pick on soft persimmons.

The seats in front of me are all famous big shots, but I am relatively weak. So, it would be unscientific not to hate myself.

The original Taoist was scolding this and that, not because he believed in his noble status and strong strength. As an authoritative person in the ancient world, with such hostility, at least half of the monks in Zixiao Palace ran away with him.

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On the surface, Yang Lin just grabbed a seat first. In fact, he offended not one or two people, but everyone who came to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, including most of them Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun.

Bit.

There is no other reason. Even these two people do not necessarily think highly of themselves, and they also feel that they have acted a little out of proportion and ended up in a dangerous situation. They are simply bringing their own disaster.

In this case, of course Yang Lin would not agree.

He muddies the water...

Aren't you guys hostile to me?

This is the holy throne, holy throne, do you understand?

Qualifications, talents, etc., compared to the big issue of six holy places not belonging to oneself, are not issues of the same level at all.

Yes, I can't beat the expert sitting in front of you for the time being, but I can bring you to the same starting line and defeat you with my rich experience.

To attract hatred, let’s attract it together.

As soon as Yang Lin said this, the first people to react were Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi. The three hundred and sixty-five demon gods who came over also started to make noises, "The seat was originally occupied by Demon Master Kunpeng. How could we

Give and receive privately, and return it..."

"Why, the six of you can sit on the futon, and we have to stand and listen. No one of us is nobler than the other. Otherwise, come down and have a competition, and whoever wins will get the throne..."

"I'm not convinced. Come down. Everyone, come down. Either we all stand together to listen to the sermon, or we have to discuss who will sit on the holy throne."

Therefore, the strength of your cultivation level has nothing to do with your character, morality, or IQ.

Regardless of whether they are immortals, detached or not, they can stand high and look down on everything, just because they do not touch their own interests.

Once their own interests were harmed, these Daluo-level Qigong practitioners, including the few Wu clan who came over, all exploded.

As for Taoist Zhunti, who cares about him now? He has been squeezed more than ten feet away from the futon by several big-assed monsters, and no one will listen to him to say whether he is pitiful or not...

Everyone is now targeting all six seats. For Yang Lin, the pressure is relieved.

Let you watch the show, let you shout and scold, come on, let's bear everyone's jealousy and firepower together.

He chuckled and turned a blind eye to the noisy figures and sounds around him, but he just sat there with a smile on his face.

Anyway, no one in Zixiao Palace dared to take action.

Even if someone couldn't help but take action, he had twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls on his head, which couldn't be penetrated by three moves or two, so he wouldn't be afraid.

In fact, he was really looking forward to some fool taking action first and testing the majesty of Zixiao Palace. Unfortunately, everyone was talking about it and no such fool appeared for the time being.

"It's nonsense. This throne only has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the mind. What kind of holy throne is it? It's a completely non-existent speculation..."

This time, no matter how plain-tempered I was, I couldn't help but open my eyes and speak in a deep voice while sitting there.

The original Taoist was even more irritated by the crowds, and roared: "This seat is first come, first served, everyone depends on their ability, how can there be any talk of giving up the seat? Another thing, the theory of the holy throne is completely false. Although all the Taoists are good and bad, but

You won’t be so stupid that you can’t tell the truth from lies. Rumors only stop with the wise, and you will believe even the nonsense.

Also, I heard that the person who has just transformed into a human form is just like a foot, and his cultivation is shallow and not as good as most fellow Taoists in Yigong Hall. Can you also believe what he says?"

Tongtian, on the other hand, did not speak, but just released the sword energy from his body, looking aloof and arrogant.

Let me make it clear, I won't listen to anything anyone says. If I have the ability, I will come and rob it.

Nuwa frowned, glanced at Yang Lin unhappily, and whispered softly: "Everyone, please be patient. We have occupied these six seats by ourselves, and we don't see any special benefits. Why don't we

Wait for Teacher Hongjun to speak, otherwise, it will disturb the sermon and it will not be good for fellow Taoists..."

This is the right thing to say.

As soon as Nuwa said this, everyone gave her face and the noise became much quieter.

Think about it again.

yes.

It's really inappropriate for people like me to snatch it away.

Everyone is here to listen to the teachings and practice cultivation and break through bottlenecks, not to compete for seats.

Besides, Taoist Mu really has a shallow cultivation and a weak foundation. People like him didn’t see anything remarkable about the seat, but he could see it?

When Laozi, Yuan Yuan, and Nuwa said this, everyone came to their senses.

He looked at Yang Lin with hesitation.

"It can't be a lie, right?"

"Mu Taoist, what you said before about the holy status can be supported by evidence."

"If you talk nonsense and deceive fellow Taoists, please note that you can't afford to offend so many people."

Yang Lin glanced at a few ferocious monsters and sneered, "It's up to you to believe it or not. Just listen to what others say, and you will doubt what I say. Well, just treat it as a lie. In this case, why don't you fight for it?

What's the point? Sitting is not sitting. Can't you hear the sage's sermon clearly?"

"Well……"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Including Hongyun, Kunpeng and Zhunti, none of them knew what to say.

If this theory of the holy throne is true, then it would be a bit foolish to focus on one seat and grab it. You have to pull everyone off the futon, and everyone will grab it. That is the best way.

And if it is false.

There's no point in fighting for a seat.

No one's name was written on the futon, so everyone was sitting on it, and they were so shameless that they wanted to get off, which was a bit unreasonable.

Even Zhunti had no choice at this time.

He actually felt that sitting on the futon was really beneficial, at least, the energy flow was undeniable. Moreover, the hall was empty, with only six seats arranged, which was very suspicious.

But suspicion was just suspicion. He didn't dare to provoke Saint Hongjun, so he could only watch helplessly.

Just like Kunpeng and others, they stood aside staring at Yang Lin and cheering.

"Rumble..."

At this moment, the door of the main hall of Zixiao Palace suddenly closed. The hall was shaken, as if it had broken through time and space and cut the chaotic passage. The light and shadow in front of everyone's eyes changed, completely losing the sense of time and space, and their heads were slightly dizzy.

When my heart became clear again, I took a closer look and saw that there was an additional figure on the high platform.

The face of the figure cannot be seen clearly, and it is dressed in a gray robe. It seems that it has been sitting there since ancient times. Its aura is as vast and boundless as the sky. Just looking at it makes people feel as weak as an ant.

After watching it for a while, there was still a sense of crisis that the soul was about to collapse and the body was about to collapse.

Everyone breathed softly, retracted their eyes, and did not dare to look any further.
Chapter completed!