Chapter 643 The canonization ceremony, sowing discord!
Chapter 643: The canonization ceremony, sowing discord! [Please subscribe]
Author: Fei Le
Chapter 643: The canonization ceremony, sowing discord! [Please subscribe]
August 7th
The breeze is gentle and the sky is clear!
The Zixiao Holy Land once again became lively in a rare way. The whole sect in the East Capital was decorated with lights and colorful decorations. The disciples of each peak swept away the dust and welcomed the guests with smiles.
If the holy land is in the sky, there will be a steady stream of guests gathering there!
There were saints from various sects arriving on the Immortal Chariot, elders from various peaks coming in the clouds and mist, and groups of sword cultivators coming to the door. It was extremely lively.
Because Mingyue is the auspicious month of the zodiac for canonizing Wei Han as the First Holy Son.
Zixiao Holy Land attaches great importance to that canonization, and directly sent out Taoist invitations to invite everyone from all over the world. All the famous high-level casual cultivators in Wan Xinghai, the top immortal cultivating families, and all major forces received the invitation.
Is it out of respect for Zixiao Holy Land?
No doubt it was out of Wei Han's curiosity about the legendary Nascent Soul of Heaven.
All forces have sent out congratulatory teams and gathered here in a mighty manner, preparing to personally witness the duel between the two holy sons, Wei Han and Chu Zhan.
As the great backer behind Wei Han, Qingming Peak and Wuliang Peak are equally beautiful!
Xu Suwan and Li Fentian were even in a good mood and went out to take charge of the overall situation in person. They chatted and laughed with bigwigs from all walks of life during the reception, and received many envious looks.
"Xu Tianzun, can I recruit a good disciple this time? With the care of a genius like Wei Han, our Qingming Peak can maintain its glory for thousands of years. Is it really enviable?"
"No, Senior Brother Li is not a good person, but he caught up with that kind of genius so early. I admire him, I admire him!"
"Hahaha, the old man has been trying to find a successor all those years but can't find one. This situation will inevitably make the old man sad!"
Everyone kept complimenting and joking, and Xu Suwan and Li Fentian were naturally happy and grinning from ear to ear.
"What the hell, you guys are joking. Thank you all for coming to support me. Li is really grateful." Li Fentian laughed heartily and kept greeting the guests present.
After a while!
The heavyweight boss finally appears.
As if they had planned to deliberately put pressure on the Zixiao Holy Land, the major holy places began to appear one after another. Thousand-foot-high buildings and boats, hanging upside down from mountain peaks, huge palaces, and thousands-foot flying eagles and horseback horses kept appearing, just swaggering in the sky in the holy land.
It brought great oppression to everyone present.
"Is that the fifth-level sect-protecting divine beast of the Litian Holy Land, the Flowing Fire Eagle? Oh my god, can that exist for thousands of years?"
"Then Master Lu Feixuan of Kasyapa Holy Land, hasn't he been in seclusion for hundreds of years? Why did Mingyue actually lead the team here in person?"
"Good fellow, the Holy Land of Taichu actually sent three Taikoo ships over. Are they here to congratulate you or are they here to start a war?"
There were bursts of discussion in the crowd.
Li Fentian and Xu Suwan's expressions immediately turned ugly, because even a fool could tell whether major holy places had come to demonstrate.
The appearance of a peerless evildoer like Wei Han in the Zixiao Holy Land inevitably gave rise to a sense of crisis in all the major Holy Lands. During the Pingyue period, whether each sect was an enemy or a friend, they all secretly competed at that moment.
Li Fentian's face turned cold and he was about to have an attack!
Lei Wanjun had already arrived in the air. He was wearing a purple robe and a flowing red beard. His eyes were cold, but he smiled happily and shouted: "I haven't seen you old friends for many years. Do you really miss me?"
Thank you very much for coming."
"Hmph! Fellow Daoist Lei, you still have the same style."
One after another, old men and old Ou with monstrous auras descended from the sky, and they all glanced over with unkind eyes. One of the old men in gray robes even said sarcastically: "I heard that the holy son of Guizong was promoted to the Holy Son of the Lei family? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk,
Can fellow Daoist Lei tolerate Dong's tone?"
The big bosses of various sects all laughed jokingly, obviously not wanting to play a trick to sow discord in public.
But Lei Wanjun, as if he had expected it, was not angry but smiled and said: "The world of immortal cultivation has always respected the strong. Although his Lei family has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, can he always be tied to the Zixiao Holy Land and prosper together?"
One loses all. This time the sect has a peerless evildoer, and we in Dongdong are happy for it, so you should bear with Dongdong's tone, right?"
"snort!"
The old men and Europeans suddenly looked ugly, and they all snorted coldly!
"Hahaha!" Lei Wanjun went to smooth things over at that time and said: "It's just a joke. Old friends, please don't care. How many years have we, the Twelve Holy Lands, been rooted in the Sea of Ten Thousand Stars? Will it be because of one or two people with outstanding talents?
Shake the foundation?"
As soon as those words came out, the expressions of everyone present softened slightly.
Everyone knows this truth, so there will inevitably be some feelings of envy, jealousy and hatred. Lei Wanjun is an experienced person and does not want the Zixiao Holy Land to become the target of public criticism. However, it has allowed each sect to regain their pride.
"Haha!" A white-haired and childlike old Taoist priest from the Holy Land of Taichu sneered: "Don't you deny the Nascent Soul of Heavenly Dao? I don't know what kind of bad luck you have. It would be bad if I were beheaded by the Holy Son of his sect on the spot later!"
"No? Lei is looking forward to it," Lei Wanjun said with tit-for-tat sarcasm.
Seeing this, the other Holy Land bosses were also happy to see the result, and they all started to add fuel to the flames.
Li Fentian and Xu Suwan remained silent for a long time. Their eyes looked through the crowd to the back. There stood an extraordinary young man, who was Chu Zhan, the Fourth Holy Son of the Holy Land of Taichu.
Regarding Chu Zhan's appointment to fight Wei Han, the two of them were not very happy about it.
Although Wei Han has outstanding talent, he has just made a breakthrough after all, and Chu Zhan has a good background and a higher level of cultivation. What if something goes wrong accidentally?
However, Chu Zhan had spoken harsh words ten years ago, and all the major holy places had been building momentum in the past six months. Although there was no iron-clad conclusion to the fight, the entire sea of ten thousand stars had already acquiesced.
If Wei Han dared to back down at that time, his reputation would plummet.
Even the reputation of Zixiao Holy Land has been eclipsed, so everyone knows that the Battle of Mingyue will definitely take place, and Li Fentian and Xu Suwan can just watch it no matter how unwilling they are.
"Everyone, please be here to watch the ceremony!"
After some pleasantries, Lei Wanjun began to greet the guests to take their seats.
There were a lot of guests coming from Mingyue, and Bunao Zixiao Holy Land was very experienced in this. The guests from each sect had already divided the areas for banquets and ceremonies according to the three, six or nine grades.
Lei Wanjun even brought the people from the Twelve Holy Lands directly to the Hanging Mountain of Tiangang Peak, and set up two banquets outside the main hall. All kinds of beautiful cultivators served them with spiritual wine and fruit, and there were even female cultivators in Xianle.
Dancing gracefully among them, it was extremely grand and solemn.
at the same time!
Wei Han was quietly adjusting his breath at the top of the back mountain of Wuliang Peak, waiting quietly for the canonization ceremony to come. Yun Sanniang and Xu Qing were still guarding not far away, not letting down their vigilance at all because they were outside the sect.
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Suddenly, the eyes of the three people moved slightly!
A young man in black clothes with a rough face and a tall figure quietly broke through the void and appeared not far away, and glanced over with cold eyes.