In front of the Shenghuan Hall, an uproar suddenly broke out.
Only then did Kang say it with passion and blood boiling. He turned around and said, "Is the palace master really going to resign?"
The ministers were about to fight to the death, why did the palace master run away first?
People in the Sky City are not afraid of death. Whether they are the cauldron of the sky or not, the people at the bottom will not and do not want to care about these things.
What they were worried about was that if they had to face an enemy as powerful as the Holy Slave and were leaderless, what should they do?
Can a new palace master surpass the previous one?
Dao Qiongcang's past achievements are obvious to all. If he can't defeat the City in the Sky, what can the new palace master do?
"Zhong Yuanzi..."
All eyes turned to the old man with afro hair and slightly ragged clothes.
One of the four great envoys, the elemental envoy, Zhong Yuanzi—the current designated successor of the Taoist Palace Master!
"Is he qualified?"
Before this, everyone didn't have much impression of this elemental god. He was just a semi-saint, an expert on elements, and a theoretical sect who liked to study the way of refining spirits.
Now it seems that he is actually a wise man, able to take over the lifeline of the continent and take charge of the future of the Holy Temple?
However, when everyone looked like this, they saw the astonishment in the eyes of the dumb old man, which was even bigger and more numerous than theirs.
"What?!"
Zhong Yuanzi was still muttering something in a low voice and had no intention of paying attention to Dao Qiongqiang's apology. After hearing his name, he reacted for a while before coming back to his senses and exclaimed:
"Dao Qiongcang, are you crazy?"
"Where are you now? Are you leaving? What will we do if you leave?"
The saints beside them, in addition to loving the common people, also had shocked expressions on their faces and turned to look:
"Yes, Xiaodao...ah, Taoist Palace Master, who will you retreat to fight the Saint Slave? You are the most familiar with the eight masters, and I don't want to come up with any ideas...Well, I can't have a good idea to kill the eighth sword.
Immortal!"
"In the sky, it is easy to retreat, but it is difficult to move forward with a heavy load. The spirits of the dead in the sky do not want to see you feel guilty and blame yourself because of them, so you choose to retreat."
"Dao Qiongcang, you should think twice. What you are doing now is cowardly and not responsible!"
"Yes, Dao Palace Master, you can't leave..." A voice of persuasion also sounded from below.
Compared to the handsome gentleman Dao Qiongang, no one wants to believe that sloppy old man with an afro.
Of course Zhong Yuanzi is a semi-sage.
But judging from the image, he is very unworthy!
Dao Qiongcang just scanned the circle and the whole place became quiet. He said with a wry smile:
"I have made up my mind. This is something that cannot be changed. You don't need to persuade me anymore."
"Have you made up your mind?"
Ai Cangsheng sat in the wheelchair, without looking back, and sneered coldly, "The Holy Temple is your one-word hall? You can fight when you say it, and you can retreat when you say it? Who do you think you are?"
All the saints were surprised, and looked sideways in surprise, thoughtfully.
But everyone below them froze, feeling their scalps numb and the soles of their feet feeling cold.
what is this?
They didn't reach an agreement and started fighting among themselves in public?
Dao Qiongcang closed his eyes, sighed, shook his head slightly, and glanced over: "Love the common people..."
"I look at all the people in the world and see all the warmth and coldness of people, yet I am still sitting here."
"Void Island is just a small defeat. The pressure on you is so great, do you want to retreat?"
Ai Cangsheng stared into nothingness, with his head tilted even half way, completely ignoring Dao Qiongcang's micro-expression:
"If you have anything to say, just say it directly. With so many people watching, there is no need to beat around the bush."
Mr. Yu, the face of the Nine Sacrifice God Envoy changed.
Even before he was crazy, Zhong Yuanzi noticed something subtle and his eyes looked slightly strange.
Tao Qiongtian sighed again and stopped talking.
"Okay! If you can't tell, I will tell you for you."
Love the common people put his hands on the sinful bow, looked into the void, and said coldly:
"The leader of the six departments neglected his duties, left his body to eat nothing, indulged in his mission, and despised the enemy. He should have taken heavy responsibility and died in the right way."
"In the past, there was no serious problem, but it was just because the task was idle. Now, it is normal for him to die after encountering a heavy enemy."
"This is not your fault!"
In front of everyone in the body department, Wang Dachui trembled when he heard the sound, and his head hung lower.
He loves the common people without looking sideways, and does not take names of living people, but wholeheartedly whips corpses. After he finishes speaking, he continues:
"Red-robed Taoist Master Rao Yaoyao, as the Lord of Yunlun, should have been in charge of the overall situation, but he was so happy with his achievements that he refused to change after repeated setbacks, was greedy for war, and neglected his subordinates, which led to the death of thousands of white-robed and red-robed Yunlun Mountains and Void Island.
."
"His crime is so serious that he should be thrown into the Sea of ​​Death and be punished. I thought he would die in Yunlun Mountain, so he will not be held accountable."
"This is not your fault!"
On the jade steps, the saints were surprised by the direct love for the common people, and even the people below were slightly commotion.
After all, more or less, you can listen to the training here, so everyone naturally knows how to be "forgiving"...
As an outsider, Emperor Cangsheng said what even Qiongtian dared not say?
But obviously, there is much more hidden in Ai Cang Sheng, and now it is all revealed:
"Yan Lao's heart is devoted to justice and his loyalty can be shown. However, he has long been at peace in the holy mountain of Guizhe. He has long forgotten the worries of life and death."
"On the Void Island, I was defeated by the enemy's plan. I lost every step I took. I didn't realize it until I was in deep danger. I regretted it and finally told us that I was born in sorrow and died in happiness!"
"This is not your fault!"
After finishing his lecture on loving the common people, His Highness Sheng Huan remained silent.
Everyone could hear something from the vague sound of banging, and naturally they were trembling with fear, walking on thin ice, for fear of making any extraordinary moves.
Lovely Cangsheng has never been a person who likes to beat around the bush. After saying this, he lowered his cold gaze.
The air froze for a moment.
"What I want to tell you is..."
"Dao Qiongcang can leave, and the next leader of the Holy Temple Hall can be Zhong Yuanzi, Yu Lao, or Lord Jiuji... It doesn't matter."
"The important thing is, if you are still in this state and go to fight against the Saint Slave, the leader of the six divisions, Rao Yao Yao, colorless, that will be your fate!"
"If a tree, even one of the Nine Ancestral Trees, starts to rot from the inside and is not cured as soon as possible but has to wait for someone to look at it and discover it, it means that it has rotten to the surface and there is no cure!"
Ai Cangsheng affirmed with a solemn voice, and gently tapped the armrest of the osmanthus wheelchair with his fingers, and the clear clicking sound spread to almost the entire top of the holy mountain.
The faces of the saints on the steps all have different expressions.
Everyone below was anxious and uneasy.
Ai Cangsheng sneered, his voice softened, but it became more murderous:
"I know what you are thinking..."
"I know better that human nature is hard to change and bad nature is hard to change."
"That's why I proposed this laurel event. It's not that you come here to listen to instructions and show your loyalty, but that you come here to make a blood oath and establish military orders!"
Everyone below trembled together, raised their heads, and heard the holy voice shaking like thunder, floating in all directions of the holy mountain:
"When new blood enters a rotten root, a rotten disease needs medical attention."
"This behemoth of the Holy Temple needs to be moved."
"We don't have that much time to make slow changes. The new ten-member council and the head of the new six departments will use a new look to carry out internal rectification as quickly as possible, and then face the Holy Slave."
To be continued...