On this day, the Holy Power of the Holy Temple Headquarters surged.
An attendant who swept the mountain saw the Taoist Palace Master personally pushing the wheelchair of Master Cangsheng, one of the Three Emperors, while walking and discussing matters.
No one could hear clearly what was being discussed.
But there is no doubt that it must be related to the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict that just came to an end some time ago.
This is the power of the Holy Emperor!
There is no doubt that the reason for the sudden rise of so many holy power fluctuations on the holy mountain must be from this.
Some attendants deduced...
Perhaps, this is the "Temple Council of Temples" who have not seen each other for several years, gathered together.
In the outside world, the world does not even know whether the supreme combat power of the five regions is really a semi-saint.
Even the current master of the Holy Temple, Dao Qiongcang, is still a mystery as to whether his cultivation level is Taixu or semi-saint.
But for people living on the Guizhe Holy Mountain...
The frog at the bottom of the well cannot see the wider sky after all.
Half Saint?
Once the "Ten-person Council" on the Guizhe Holy Mountain appears, one palace, two masters, three emperors and four divine envoys, as well as the intricate background relationships of these ten people, together they can destroy most of the semi-saints in the five regions!
Headquarters, meeting hall.
A ten-foot-long silver round table is placed in the center, surrounded by nine silver high-back chairs.
Some of the noble and elegant silver high-backed chairs are small, only suitable for one person to sit on; some are so large that they don't look like they are for people to sit on, but instead look like they are used for giant beasts to occupy.
Dao Qiongcang pushed Ai Cangsheng's wheelchair to the side of the main seat. After completing the round table count, he walked slowly to the main seat and sat down, looking with a smile: "So, what do you think?"
"Look with your eyes." Ai Cangsheng said.
"You are also a member of the discussion group, so you have to express your opinion." Dao Qiongcang was helpless.
"I've seen enough and I'm very tired... The real discussion depends on you." Ai Cangsheng paused and looked at the round table, "Besides, this discussion group is just a decoration.
You said that as long as the sky exists, are there still things in the world that cannot be calculated? There are consequences that cannot be seen?"
Dao Qiongcang sighed softly: "The Heavenly Secret is wrong, and it is not advisable to act arbitrarily. I still need your opinions to influence the Heavenly Secret."
"That's what it is." Ai Cangsheng smiled and looked strangely, "But every time, isn't it the case that you convene the meeting after you have the final answer? And when was there another time when your answer was wrong?"
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst." As a person who knows the secrets of heaven, Dao Qiongcang will always be in awe of the way of heaven and the holy way.
"coming……"
At this time, Ai Cangsheng stopped answering and turned to look at the door of the hall.
The words just fell.
The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms on the holy mountain, and the holy power surges.
A glimmer of light first appeared on the horizon, and then turned into golden light, which flowed into the meeting hall at the speed of light and turned into an old figure.
"Hahaha, Dao Qiongcang boy, I haven't seen you for a long time!
"What is the purpose of convening a plenary meeting this time?
"Come to think of it, with your brain, if you can do anything by yourself, why don't you need us to come over in person, which is a waste of time?"
The old man was dressed in a luxurious golden robe, and even his hair was light golden.
Along with the hearty laughter, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he looked towards the sky. His momentum was not only the same, but even more so.
One of the three emperors of the Holy Temple, colorless, light attribute, semi-saint!
"Senior Yan."
Dao Qiongcang did not stand up, he only nodded and smiled, giving a slight greeting.
This is an old man. When the previous generation of the palace master was there, he was a member of the ten-person council. Nowadays, he rarely takes action and has faded out of the public eye. This is normal.
In terms of qualifications, Yan Wuse is naturally a step above others.
But in terms of status, the current master of the Holy Temple will not be polite when meeting the Holy Emperor, let alone a semi-saint?
"Um."
Ai Cangsheng also greeted the semi-saint face without color and nodded slightly.
He usually talks little and is too lazy to say much. His legs are disabled and it is even more impossible to get up to greet him.
"Tsk, tsk."
Yan Wuse shook his head helplessly, expressing his helplessness at the perfunctory behavior of these two people compared to his senior.
But after all, he came early, so he couldn't wait to be welcomed by others, so he asked for trouble and sat down alone.
"call……"
There was a clear breeze outside the hall, and fluctuations in holy power were seen again.
Then a sarcastic voice sounded:
"Yan Wuse, are you out of sight? Didn't you see the Holy Emperor's golden edict?
"I hate your official greetings the most. If you have the ability, come out and have a fight!"
The sound of tapping footsteps sounded, and this time it was an old man in black walking over with a broad sword on his back. He was very short, about the same level as Ye Xiaotian.
But strength, identity, status...
One of the Three Emperors, not crazy, no attributes, swordsman, half-saint!
"Senior is not crazy."
Dao Qiongcang smiled and greeted him again.
The God of Death was not crazy, he was a figure of Yutu's era, he was also a bad old man, with a bad temper, and the forward of the discussion group.
When I was young, I killed all over the five realms. Now I am much better. I am only interested in killing saints.
"Um."
Love the common people and nod again, neither salty nor indifferent.
The God of Killing is not crazy, I don't really like him, he is too murderous.
Although this is also an old-timer, he does not need to give anyone face as they are the Three Emperors.
In this world, seniority is not judged by age, only by fists.
If you have a hard fist, no one can beat you.
If you really think about it, you can take care of everything.
But obviously, staring at all living beings with the eyes of the Great Dao is already a very tiring task. If you love all living beings, you don’t have the extra energy to make meaningless greetings.
"Well, why haven't the others come yet?"
Not a person of the same era, Shashen Weifeng only glanced at Ai Cangsheng and then looked away. He was too lazy to bully the children!
After sitting down, he started chatting with Yan Wuse.
Anyway, when there is nothing to do, I insist on talking about something. To put it bluntly, my hands are itchy and I want to fight.
However, the official status is still there, and if the teacher is unknown, it will be very miserable to be targeted by the Inquisition Division. At the moment, if he is not crazy, he can only talk.
The old people sit together, and the young people sit together.
After a while, there was another wave of holy power coming from outside the hall.
A skinny old man carrying a fishing rod of more than ten feet that almost touched the top walked into the hall wearing casual clothes and straw sandals. There was still mud on his shoes, and he started to curse as he walked:
"There are so many things going wrong, are these meetings held too frequently? I remember, the last meeting was probably... four years ago?
"What do you do for a living, Dao Qiongcang? Can't you just make your own decision when something happens? If we need to come over, what's the use of your brain?"
Dao Qiongcang: "..."
"Yu Lao, calm down, calm down, sit down."
He stood up hurriedly, and Ling Nian opened a seat next to the round table. After helping the old man sit down, he sat down again.
Yu Lao, whose real name is Yu Lao, is the divine envoy of Kunpeng and a semi-saint!
"Where is my precious great-granddaughter?" Mr. Yu sat down and swung his long fishing rod back. The hook drew an elegant arc in the air and accidentally caught the eye of the God of Death.
"Is it okay?" Mr. Yu pulled out the fishing hook. Fortunately, no eyeball came out, only a little blood.
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way..." Killing God Wei Kuang said with a smile, "Old Yu, this fishing hook has been upgraded again. The body of a half-saint can even... uh, turn red."
He covered his right eye, took out the elixir from the ring and drank it.
joke!
This is a senior who possesses the "Kunpeng Secret Technique". When the main body emerges, the water hits him for three thousand miles and soars upward for ninety thousand miles. He is an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years.
The so-called "Kunpeng Secret Technique"...
What's more, it's not about turning people into Kunpeng, but in order to better protect the world, it is a peerless sealing method that allows this Kunpeng to transform into a human body and restrain his power.
Dare he provoke?
He is called "The Killing God is Not Crazy", not "The Stupid God is Not Crazy"!
"It's okay."
Old Yu withdrew his gaze nonchalantly, then looked at Dao Qiongtian, his eyebrows raised:
"ha?
"Why don't you speak?
"Where's my precious great-granddaughter? Why hasn't she come to see her grandpa? Will she die if I put an extra chair here for her to come and sit down?!"
Dao Qiongcang smiled bitterly.
This is a meeting of ten, please stop joking, okay?
"Still on mission..."
"Oh, don't die then, otherwise you will die, and your sister too."
Dao Qiongcang: "..."
As soon as the noise stopped, three more figures came bang bang outside the hall.
The leader is a woman in a palace attire and a yellow dress. She is dignified and elegant, with hair tied up in hairpins and jade tassels, but her body is illusory, like a spirit body.
"Lord Jiuji."
At this moment, everyone except Divine Envoy Kunpeng stood up and looked solemn.
Even Ai Cangsheng supported the armrests of his wheelchair with both hands and straightened his body slightly to show respect.
Nine Sacrifice Gui Spirit Body, one of the nine ancestral trees, the patron saint of Guizhe Holy Mountain, and the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy!
"I, I have met you all." The woman in palace attire and yellow skirt bowed slightly to indicate. As her spirit body floated, the fragrant osmanthus fragrance filled the hall.
To her left was an old man with an afro. His clothes were in tatters and his eyes were full of irritation and entanglement. He just muttered to himself and walked to his seat to sit down, not even paying attention to anyone.
"How could it explode? How could it be possible?"
"Light, darkness, water, and fire are just four elements. How could it possibly explode?"
Everyone: "..."
Zhong Yuanzi, full attribute, elemental envoy, half saint!
No need to think too much, this old man is still immersed in his own world, so being able to come over for a meeting is already a great honor.
His dream is to develop other elements, time, and space to the same level, and then promote them to the five realms of spiritual alchemists.
Of course, what owners of all attributes like to try most is elemental fusion.
This is the origin of his afro.
"Hello everyone."
A buzzing sound came out word by word.
The last one to come was none other than "Bang Bang Bang", who could step into a deep hole in the hall step by step.
It is three feet tall, but it still looks like a human being. It wears a spacious linen suit just to facilitate its transformation and movement.
No. 2, the war machine of Tianji Puppet, Tianji Divine Envoy, and Semi-Saint Terminator.
After the very polite No. 2 greeted everyone one by one, he stood in front of the largest high-backed chair and looked at the sky, with warmth flashing in his eyes.
"Baba..."
Dao Qiongcang smiled and nodded, stretching out his hand: "Since everyone is here, sit down."
So far.
One palace, three emperors, and four divine envoys are all present.
Jiuji Gui's spirit body glanced around the round table, opened his mouth slightly, and asked in a hollow and sweet voice: "Where are the other two children?"
Dao Qiongcang looked at the two high-backed chairs at the end and said with a smile: "Gou Wuyue was sentenced to the Dead Sea by the people of the Judgment Department and is still being punished. Rao Yaoyao is on a mission."
"Dead Sea?"
Jiujigui Spirit Body frowned slightly and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Kid Wuyue is also a member of the ten-member discussion group. The Judgment Department has gone too far this time and should give everyone some face. I will go to them later to ask for an explanation.
"
"Then it couldn't be better. Only with Master Jiuji taking action can the Inquisitor be willing to give us face."
Dao Qiongcang smiled, abandoned the matter, and returned to the topic: "Everyone, this time there are eight members of the ten-person discussion group. I think everyone should know what it is for."
"The Holy Emperor's Golden Edict?"
One of the three emperors, the half-saint-faced Wu Se, had a hint of murderous intent in his eyes and said: "It's that eight-mastered devil again. If you need to take action this time, I can cooperate with you."
"Are you sure it's not for personal revenge?" Kill God Wei Feng sneered.
He knew that Yan Wuse had a disciple with light attributes, and it seemed that he died at the hands of the Eight Masters during a certain mission.
"After staying here for too long, I have become very aggressive, so I need to stretch my muscles." Yan Wuse turned around.
"Whether you can beat them or not is a matter of debate." Sha Shen Wei Feng continued to taunt.
Ba Zun is familiar with this name, but he has heard it rottenly over the years.
The leader of the younger generation, the master of the black and white veins of Void Island, the master of the nine swordsmanships, almost as good as Yutu...
For such a person, even if he has not reached the semi-saint level, it is not difficult to break through before death, right?
Seeing that the two people in front of him were struggling to carry out a few words, Dao Qiongcang quickly controlled the situation: "The Holy Emperor's golden edict is of course one aspect, but this small thing is not enough to bring everyone together. The bigger reason is, in fact,
Or because of Void Island."
"Void Island?" Yan Wuse looked over.
"Wait a minute." Mr. Yu said. He glanced at Zhong Yuanzi, who was still studying the blasting plan on the paper, and sighed:
"Things must be solved one by one. Even I have heard of Bazunzhen, and he is not an ordinary person. Please tell me about the solution of the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict first."
Everyone turned their heads again and looked at Dao Qiongtian.
To be honest, before Dao Qiongcang took office, everyone was not in such a mess.
The ten-member discussion group will give their own opinions, and the final decision will be made by the palace master, or vetoed by one vote.
But since this unpredictable young man took office, everyone found that no matter how much they discussed, the final result was consistent with what he had given in advance.
Over time, everyone has lost the idea of "thinking".
If there is a problem, you come up with a plan and we make the decision. If it is not excessive, the matter will be settled. Then the meeting will be dismissed and everyone will go back to their respective homes.
This is the current deliberative process of the ten-member council.
Seeing so many pairs of eyes looking at them without any sign of thinking, Dao Qiongcang pondered for a moment and said helplessly:
"My opinion is……
"Ever since the air-to-air battle between me and Ba Zun in the Yunlun Mountains, he attracted the world's initial attention to the Void Island's Saint Dao Ji... There is no doubt that this is just the beginning.
"The City in the Sky is getting more and more haunted. The Holy Emperor's Golden Edict serves as the last straw that breaks the camel's back, completely pulling it away from the flow of space... There is no doubt that this is the eight deities' mastery of further affirming the power of the sky in the eyes of the world.
The city does have the impression of being a saint.
“No matter how tortuous the process was, how many confusing characters appeared, and what rights and wrongs it derived...
"Let's step out and look at the overall situation."
Dao Qiongcang paused for a moment, holding the pearl of wisdom in his hand and the knowledge in his chest:
"It is not difficult to see that this whole game of chess is played by one person.
"From the beginning of the crack on Void Island to the arrival of the current Void Island... Unsurprisingly, this person also wants to go down to Void Island, maybe not only the outer island, but also the inner island.
"Everyone else is an illusion, and there is only one eight-level master who plays chess from beginning to end.
"This is obvious, yes or no?"
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