() Yuwen Xiaobao looked back at Ma Zhigu, frowned slightly, and said: "This peacock chair is too powdery, please change it to another one."
Do you think I care about this chair? I don’t want it!
Everyone was startled. Yuwen Xiaobao snorted coldly: "What? No?"
"Your Majesty, please do not be angry."
Ma Zhigu frowned and said, "Please, Lord Dian, follow us to the top of Shengluo Mountain."
"The top of Mount Saint-Lo? Isn't that a forbidden area?"
"Yes, in fact, that is the real site of the main hall of our Holy Luo Temple!" Ma Zhigu's words shocked everyone, even Bai Lianshan and Miao Yinyin were stunned.
Ma Zhigu led everyone slowly to the top of Shengluo Mountain, saying as they walked:
"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years ago...it's also today!" Ma Zhigu counted with her fingers, her face suddenly changed, and she couldn't help but exclaimed:
"God's will! Is it really God's will!!!"
Seeing Ma Zhigu's excited expression, everyone was stunned again.
Ma Zhigu took a breath, finally calmed down her excited chest, and said again:
"That year, we also experienced a big battle with the Xuansheng Sect. Both the Holy Luo Palace and the Xuansheng Sect were severely damaged, and no one was able to destroy the other. However, not long after, other small countries on the mainland actually got the news and took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
, in order to prevent the main hall from being destroyed, Ao Su, who was the eleventh generation hall master at that time, leaned his soul on the seven-star battle pole, awakening the star fighting skills on the battle pole, and defeated the attacking enemy."
Ma Zhigu let out a long sigh and said again:
"But after that battle, no one can touch the Seven Stars War, and no one can take a step into that hall. In addition, no one can practice the strongest Seven Stars Tianluo, so it only started after that
Choosing the saint as the deity of the palace, a new hall was built at the foot of the mountain, and the top of the mountain was sealed as a forbidden area!"
With sighs of sudden realization, everyone finally reached the top of the mountain.
This is actually a vast and flat land! A group of palaces stand tall in the middle of the land, and an extremely majestic palace among them towers into the clouds! Looking from a distance, it is very shocking!
"Tianluo Temple!"
Yuwen Xiaobao softly recited the horizontal plaque in front of the highest palace, his eyes shone with light, as if he was possessed by a demon, and he couldn't help but raise his feet and walk forward.
"Your Majesty, please wait!" Ma Zhigu stood in front of Yuwen Xiaobao again and said:
"There are seven-star war spirits in the palace, and they are attached to the soul of the eleventh palace master. If the palace master goes in, he will be afraid..."
Yuwen Xiaobao turned his head and stared at Ma Zhigu, his eyes looked extremely cold, which made Ma Zhigu startled slightly. She couldn't help but stepped back two steps, lowered her head, and got out of the way.
"Since you have said that this is God's will! Then let me make the Holy Luo Temple truly stand up again! Then go to Dongfu to destroy the Xuansheng Sect!! Let the Holy Luo Temple become the only most powerful one on this continent.
The Holy Land of Cultivation!!!”
"Dianzun!!! Eternity!!!"
All the disciples of the Holy Luo Temple roared in unison and knelt down on one foot, their voices trembling with excitement!
Yuwen Xiaobao doesn't want to be a hero, nor does he want the most powerful fighting skills and artifacts on the entire continent, because both Ma Zhigu and the old man Baimei have said that no one has been able to practice the Seven Stars in the past two thousand years.
Even if I get it, I'm afraid it will be of no use, not to mention that there is still a powerful soul of the former palace master attached to the seven-star battle!
There is just one thing that Yuwen Xiaobao has to do! That is to make everyone in the entire Holy Luo Palace obey him sincerely!
If there hadn't been a request to change seats, there wouldn't have been the story Ma Zhigu told, which would have been better.
But now that I know it, and these people also know it, I have to conquer that seven-star war tree! Otherwise, I, as a palace master, may not be able to sit still.
Cup! If I had known I would have sat on that peacock chair, what kind of chair should I replace it with?
Alas, isn't this just looking for trouble? I wanted to use Ma Zhigu to establish some dignity, but I didn't expect that she was tricked by Ma Zhigu. It seems that Ma Zhigu is not that surrendered to me, the deity of the palace!
People all have a kind of conceited emotion.
Especially these guys who have always been self-righteous and have a higher eye than the top, they are even more indifferent to other people's games, even if they saw the tragic defeat of the three white-browed old men in Baiyun City with their own eyes!
I also saw that Yuwen Xiaobao personally defeated the white-browed old man with one move, but he always thought that it was just a little trick, because the best fighting skill in the world is their Seven-Star Tianluo! And the most powerful artifact is the Seven-Star Battle!
Only when they get these two things will they truly obey you from the bottom of their hearts!
Loyal to you!!
Yuwen Xiaobao walked to the closed door of the main hall and looked back at everyone. Ma Zhigu's face showed a little bit of shame. Perhaps at this moment, she also felt that betraying Yuwen Xiaobao in this way seemed a bit officious.
suspicion.
Okay! As long as you feel a little guilty in your heart, I believe that as long as I really take out this seven-star war weapon, no one will have any doubts about me!
It seems that this risk is worth taking!
'Bang!'
The door of the palace suddenly opened on its own, and Yuwen Xiaobao looked around. Fine dust was flying, and the palace was dark.
Two rows of high-backed black wooden chairs were arranged neatly on the left and right sides, and at the end were dozens of white jade stairs. Although it was covered with dust and was obviously dark, Yu Wen Xiaobao could still distinguish the memory of His Highness who was born in the palace.
On the white jade stairs was a huge seat shaped like a fiery red flame. At just one glance, Yuwen Xiaobao was stunned by this seat! He couldn't see clearly what was carved on the seat because it was covered with thick dust.
It's a thick layer, but the dust-free chair back highlights the exquisite carvings.
Strange? This palace towers into the clouds, and this palace protrudes far beyond the other palaces. Even if the doors and windows are closed for many years, it shouldn't be so dark and moist, right?
Are these closed wall windows not made of ordinary materials?
One step, two steps, three steps.
As soon as Yuwen Xiaobao stepped into the hall, the two doors slammed shut again. When Yuwen Xiaobao looked back, his eyes were empty.
"The forty-first-generation palace master Yu Wen Xiaobao meets the eleventh-generation palace master Ao Su!"
After saying that, Yuwen Xiaobao knelt down with one foot towards the dark emptiness, put his hands on his chest, bowed slightly, and then stood up.
The surroundings were still silent and soundless.
Yuwen Xiaobao slowly walked towards the largest red seat. He walked very slowly, even very carefully.
Just kidding, I am a ten-level star, but the other party is a noble person!
Slowly scanning the high-backed chairs in front of him and stepping on the white jade bricks under his feet, Yuwen Xiaobao's mind slowly revealed scenes of unfamiliar scenes:
Killing! It’s all killing!!
Bloody killing!!!
Those who resisted the flag of the Saint Luo Temple danced their swords and screamed crazily. Blood and bones were thrown all over the sky! Wails and roars resounded throughout the sky!!
······It seemed like I had been walking for a long, long time.