Liang Yan glanced at everyone and couldn't help feeling a little sad.
In the battle between the north and the south, many heroes died and their spirits were severely damaged. The strength of Wushuang City is no longer what it used to be.
The only thing that is gratifying is that many of the younger generations have already shown amazing talents after being baptized by the flames of war.
If they can grow up, they can become the pillars of Wushuang City in the future.
However, this takes time...
In the Lingxu Hall, among the seven people there was a young man with a handsome face, but he was Wu Ci who had practiced the "Nine Transformations of Xiaoyao Kung".
He had to rejuvenate nine times. Before, he had the appearance of a boy. After this battle, his strength had a breakthrough, and he had transformed into a teenager in half a year.
Wu Ci was the deputy city lord. He stood on the right side of Liang Yan and said in a deep voice: "Palace Master Liang, during the time you were unconscious, Ning Xia was in charge of all the affairs of Bihai Palace, and there were no gaps."
Liang Yan smiled slightly: "Of course I can trust Ning Xia."
Wu Ci added: "The catastrophe has passed, and several places in Wushuang City have been affected by the war, causing great damage. We plan to send people to the South China Sea to mine some necessary seabed crystals to recast the defense of Wushuang City."
Liang Yan nodded: "This matter is very necessary. If there is a shortage of people, you can mobilize people from my Bihai Palace."
"There are enough manpower..."
Wu Ci pondered for a moment, then suddenly pointed to the two people in the palace: "This is the master of Zhengyang Palace, Gusong Jushi, and this is the master of Yunjin Palace, Gu Junxiang... They all made breakthroughs in this battle, although their cultivation
Slightly lower, but still barely competent.”
"I've met Palace Master Liang!"
Both Gusong Jushi and Gu Junxiang bowed their hands to Liang Yan.
"Haha, these two are extremely talented, I believe they will be able to be the masters of this palace."
Liang Yan smiled and nodded.
However, his eyes immediately turned to Wu Ci.
"Fellow Taoist Wu Ci, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. Why do you have to beat around the bush like this?" Liang Yan said with a half-smile but not a smile.
He asked himself three questions in a row. In fact, it was not necessary at all. No matter how slow Liang Yan was, he could still react.
Sure enough, Wu Ci looked solemn, walked among the crowd, bowed to Liang Yan and said:
"The Lord of Linghu City has passed away. We are petitioning to ask Palace Lord Liang to take over as the Lord of Wushuang City!"
It seemed that they had been rehearsed a long time ago. As soon as Wu Ci finished speaking, the other five people also bowed and saluted at the same time:
"Please ask Palace Master Liang to take over as the Lord of Wushuang City!"
After hearing this, Liang Yan glanced at everyone: "So you tricked me into coming here today just because you want me to succeed the city lord?"
Wu Ci and others said in unison: "The position of city lord belongs to none other than Palace Master Liang!"
Liang Yan did not answer immediately. He put away his smile and looked noncommittal.
Lord of Wushuang City, this is not only status, but also responsibility.
Now that the catastrophe has just passed, the city is in ruins and waiting for revitalization. If you become the lord of this city, you will have to work hard to revitalize Wushuang City.
Liang Yan had a plan. He really wanted to see the "Eastern Yun Lingzhou" that the angry monk mentioned before he left.
But if you become the city lord, this plan will not be realized for the time being...
Seeing Liang Yan showing hesitation, Wu Ci, Ning Xia and others hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist Liang, there are no saints in Wushuang City. Only you can compete with the saints. If you are not the lord of this city, Wushuang City will probably fall."
Already."
After hearing these words, Liang Yan's expression finally changed.
Wushuang City was Linghu Bai's foundation, and Liang Yan couldn't bear to see it decline.
But if you agree to Wu Ci, you must stay in Antarctic Fairy Continent...
After thinking about it, Liang Yan finally sighed, nodded slightly and said, "In that case, then I will be the lord of this city."
As soon as these words came out, Wu Ci and others immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Several people looked at each other and smiled.
"Great! Fellow Daoist Liang is well-received by everyone. Only if you become the city lord will other people be convinced."
"Succession as city lord is a big deal! We must choose an auspicious day and hold a grand succession ceremony. In addition, we must invite fellow Taoists from all over the world to come and congratulate us!"
"Yes, the name of the 'Immortal Sword Immortal' has long been spread throughout the Antarctic Immortal Continent. Now as long as this news is released, I don't know how many monks will come here to admire it. It will be spectacular by then!"
Several palace masters were talking about it, and they all seemed very excited.
Liang Yan was a little helpless. He originally didn't want to be the city lord, but now that the catastrophe had just passed and the situation was initially determined, he really needed someone to stabilize the morale of the army.
Obviously, he is the only candidate.
"That's all, let's stay here for now, and then pass the position of city lord to Wu Ci after the situation stabilizes." Liang Yan secretly made a decision in his heart.
The others didn't know what he was thinking, but they were all smiling, especially Wu Ci, whose face was the most excited.
"Fortunately, my Taoist friends are here. Linghu City Lord's tens of thousands of years of foundation will never be destroyed by our hands! My Taoist friends, who have the ability to master swordsmanship and become a saint, will definitely lead Wushuang City back to its peak in the future!"
After hearing this, Ning Xia smiled and said: "This is natural. Needless to say, the potential of City Lord Liang? Let's quickly finalize the date and then send out invitations widely so that Taoist friends from all sects can come to celebrate."
"Um……"
Wu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly and calculated for a moment: "Yes, three months from now, the seventh day of July will be the most auspicious day!"
After everyone heard this, they all looked at Liang Yan.
"City Lord, what do you think?"
Liang Yan couldn't laugh or cry after hearing this.
The succession ceremony hasn't even been held yet, everyone is calling "City Lord"...
Why do you feel so afraid that he will regret it?
…………
But it is said that after the war between the north and the south, the bloody magic circle used by Emperor Burial to sacrifice all sentient beings was destroyed by the saints.
The dark clouds that once shrouded hundreds of millions of living beings have finally dissipated...
The Antarctic continent is back to full vitality.
However, in this battle, I don’t know how many sects suffered catastrophe, and how many heroes were buried in the mountains?
Even the "Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities" that were so prosperous back then are now half lost in the long river of history...
Everyone pursues immortality as they practice Taoism, but where is the existence of eternity?
Even saints are no exception. Even if they have eternal life, they cannot escape this catastrophe...
Just when all the sects were busy rebuilding their sects, a piece of news spread throughout the Antarctic continent:
"Immortal Sword Immortal" Liang Yan has woken up from his coma and will inherit the position of Lord of Wushuang City!
At this moment, the entire Antarctic Continent was boiling.
When Liang Yan was still unconscious, the name "Immortal Sword Immortal" had already spread throughout the mainland.
Everyone knows that it was he who single-handedly resisted the saint and cut through the dragon veins, thus establishing the victory of the Antarctic Fairy Continent.
Although "Nine Saints Slaying Demons" is also thrilling, for ordinary people, saints are really too far away.
In contrast, Liang Yan, a monk in the Tribulation Realm who had only survived the second disaster, aroused their yearning even more!
Especially the one about "taking the seven moves of the saint without dying" made everyone excited when they heard it!
In their previous understanding, saints are heaven, and once they enter the holy realm, they are no longer ordinary!
No matter how strong your cultivation is, just like Ning Bugui, a top powerhouse like Dan Yangsheng cannot block the saint's move.
In this strong contrast, Liang Yan's deeds became more and more mysterious, and various versions appeared. In the end, they were a bit similar to myths and legends...
The seventh day of July.
In Wushuang City, auspicious clouds are surging, rays of light are shining, and countless colors are intertwined and flying, making the heaven and earth shine brightly!
Colorful fairy silks floated in the air, like dancing clouds. Disciples from the five palaces walked on the clouds, shuttling between the mountains. Everyone was smiling and talking and laughing happily.
Today's Wushuang City has attracted the attention of everyone in the entire Antarctic Fairy Continent!
To be continued...