Chapter 831: Kneel down and confess your guilt quickly

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The Void Flying Sword and Xiao Changfeng are connected mentally.

When the Void Flying Sword was knocked away, Xiao Changfeng also suffered a backlash and spit out a mouthful of blood.

What's going on?

Where did the fingers come from?

These fingers are so strong, they can defeat flying swords with just a snap of their fingers!

"Look, the lines on the Dragon-Slaying Platform are all bright!"

The sudden changes on the Dragon-Slaying Platform also surprised everyone.

At this time, someone exclaimed, and everyone looked sideways.

All I saw was the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

Those mysterious lines that were not very clear originally.

It suddenly lit up as if it was ignited by a live wire.

A layer of light red aura emerged on the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

This aura seems to have traveled through tens of thousands of years.

It seemed like it had been silent for tens of thousands of years and was awakened today.

"Aren't these the patterns left by the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty?"

Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, his beautiful eyes filled with deep surprise.

The legend of Dragon Slaying Platform has been circulating for a long time.

These are the patterns left on the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

It is considered to be a trace of the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty who first established themselves as saints.

However, some people believe this statement and some people do not agree.

After all, the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty happened 30,000 years ago.

And for thirty thousand years.

This Dragon-Slaying Platform has always existed, and it has gone through countless changes during this period.

How could there still be traces of the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty?

But today.

This suspicion is clearly about to be shattered.

"This is the true power of a saint!"

Patriarch Xie Yun's eyes widened and he looked straight at the Dragon Slaying Platform.

He is a powerful person in the realm of great power.

Being the first to sense the power of the saint that has been dusted for thousands of years.

Although very weak.

But it is the real power of a saint.

"What happened?"

At this moment, high in the sky, Hong Daoyuan, Feng Lingbei and others.

He was also suddenly startled and looked sideways.

Whoosh!

At this moment.

On the dragon-slaying platform.

Those bright lines gradually condensed.

Finally, the light red light condensed into a human figure on the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a fiery red robe.

The man stands with his hands behind his back, hunting in long robes.

Her long hair moves with the wind.

He had an elegant look on his face, but he also had a murderous aura.

Like a Confucian general on the battlefield.

At this time, the man's entire body was formed by the convergence of light red spiritual light.

Although not a real living being.

But no one dares to ignore it.

Obviously.

Just now he defeated the flying sword with a snap of his fingers and saved the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.

It is this person.

But who is he?

Is it a human or a ghost?

However, at this time, when Saint Son Baidu saw this middle-aged man, his pupils shrank.

Then he was so excited that he knelt down on his knees.

"Disciples of the Northern Tang Sect, pay homage to our ancestor!"

The Saint of Hundred Poisons put his hands forward and put his head on the ground.

This ceremony is very solemn.

at the same time.

Feng Lingbei, Xu Mohe and others at high altitude.

An idea flashed through his mind, and he guessed the identity of this middle-aged man.

Immediately they all knelt down and worshiped.

"Disciples of the Northern Tang Sect, pay homage to our ancestor!"

The other disciples of the Northern Tang Sect, although they realized it later.

But I soon remembered.

He was equally excited and knelt down to worship.

In front of the mountain gate of the Northern Tang Sect.

There is a statue 100 meters high.

This statue is the symbol of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

It is also a memorial ceremony for the Northern Tang Sect.

And the middle-aged man in front of me.

It looks exactly like that statue.

Plus the legend of Dragon Slaying Platform.

As long as he is a disciple of the Northern Tang Sect.

How could one not guess the identity of this middle-aged man.

"Sage of the Northern Tang Dynasty?"

Hong Daoyuan and Tie Rujun also opened their mouths as if they were seeing ghosts.

That's right.

This man, condensed with light red aura, is the founding saint of the Northern Tang Sect.

Sage of the Northern Tang Dynasty!

For a moment, the whole place was in an uproar!

"Isn't the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty a figure from 30,000 years ago? How could he appear here? Isn't he dead? But it's impossible. Even if he becomes a deity, he can't live for such a long time!"

Countless people were shocked.

All eyes were focused on the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

This is a character who only exists in history and legend.

No one expected to see it with their own eyes.
To be continued...