Your father was the successor chosen by the first-generation Immortal Lord. Isn’t that just a matter of words?
As for me?
It wasn't the trick of that big-haired saint that allowed me to sit on the throne of this immortal.
But that's not the point.
The key point is that you have to find a way to make the Immortal Throne recognize you.
Don’t you guys understand that the person who ties the bell must also be tied to untie it?
What is your confidence that you can make it all the way here? Why don’t you look for it somewhere else?
These words, Jiutian Immortal Lord said in his heart.
But he couldn't tell Hao Wuji directly.
After all, Hao Wuji was not the person chosen by his Nine Heavens Immortal Lord, but the person chosen by the one from Bitter Bamboo Forest.
"Both your father and I have been recognized before, and this immortal throne was made by the first generation of immortals. What do you think you should do so that it will no longer reject you?"
Jiutian Xianzun said this meaningfully.
Now, even some gods could sense it.
He looked at the Nine Heavens Immortal with a strange look.
Isn't this right?
Why do you feel like you, Immortal Lord, are teaching Hao Wuji how to sit in this position?
Shouldn't this rebel god who is trying to covet the position of Immortal Lord be directly suppressed?
Why are you forcing yourself so much on him?
"you"
Hao Wuji finally felt that the Nine Heavens Immortal Lord seemed to be trying to remind him.
He glanced at the Nine Heavens Immortal Lord in surprise, and then flew decisively towards the outside of Miluo Palace.
Seeing Hao Wuji turn around and leave, the incarnation of the Nine Heavens Immortal Lord finally showed a look of relief.
The moment Hao Wuji flew out of Miluo Palace, he was planning to fly directly to the fourth heaven.
He is going to ask Ye Qingyun for advice!
Because in Hao Wuji's view, since this immortal throne is a legacy of the first generation of immortals, Ye Qingyun, who is a relic of the ancient immortal court, must know how to solve this problem.
So Hao Wuji planned to go to the Bitter Bamboo Forest to meet Ye Qingyun.
"Donor Hao, are you going to find the Holy Son?"
Unexpectedly, Huikong, who was guarding outside Miluo Palace, asked Hao Wuji the first time he saw Hao Wuji coming out.
Hao Wuji stopped.
"good."
Huikong smiled slightly
"What happened in Milo Palace?"
Hao Wuji hesitated for a moment and then told Huikong everything that happened in Miluo Palace.
"That's it. I'm going to find Master Ye and ask him to teach me how to sit on the throne of the Immortal."
When Huikong heard the words, he seemed to have understood everything.
A smile full of wisdom appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A pair of eyes is extremely bright, as if they can see through everything.
"Donor Hao, it seems that you are indeed the person chosen by the Holy Son."
"What?"
Hao Wuji was a little dazed.
"Amitabha, even everything in the world cannot escape the control of the Holy Son. Everything here is also the arrangement of the Holy Son."
"I'll let this poor monk take care of the matter of the Immortal's throne for you."
"This is also the reason why the Holy Son ordered the poor monk to come here."
Hao Wuji was stunned when he heard this.
"Master, what are you doing?"
Huikong waved his hand.
"Please ask Donor Hao to stay here temporarily, and the young monk will come back as soon as he goes."
After saying that, Huikong turned into a stream of light and flew into the distant sky in an instant.
Hao Wuji stood there, not quite understanding what Huikong meant. He even wondered if what Huikong understood was slightly different from his own?
Why do you feel something is weird?
But it was said that Huikong returned all the way from outside Miluo Palace to the Fourth Heaven, and flew into the Bamboo Forest.
Before Huikong could see Ye Qingyun, he saw Da Mao already squatting on the road.
When Huikong saw Da Mao, he was slightly startled and quickly put his hands together in salute.
"Senior Da Mao!"
Da Mao yawned, and then spit out a big thing from the dog's mouth.
A solid gold chair!
A closer look revealed that it was the chair that Ye Qingyun carried with him, and would take it out to sit on from time to time to show off.
Golden light shines!
Incredibly noble!
Huikong was greatly surprised when he saw this pure gold chair.
"Amitabha, all of this is indeed the Son's arrangement!"
"This thing must be the key to Hao Wuji's success in ascending to the throne of Immortal Lord!"
Da Mao shook his tail.
"You can take this chair with you and give it to Hao Wuji."
The next moment, Da Mao disappeared from where he was.
But when Da Mao appeared again, he had already arrived at an extremely strange and mysterious place.
It seems like a heaven beyond the sky!
Incomparably vast!
Incomparably vast!
Full of all kinds of chaotic power!
Intertwined vertically and horizontally!
Wreaking havoc in all directions!
Da Mao squatted in the void, looking at the end with a pair of golden dog eyes.
Vaguely.
Three strange figures appear and disappear.
Chapter completed!