The middle-aged Taoist said, "How can a man do as a god do?"
"God can calculate everything, but it may not necessarily calculate herself."
The host held a teacup and looked at the direction of Taoshan outside the wall and said calmly. In order not to let the person in the Temple of Light know his arrangements, he didn't even know what he wanted.
If that person can return to the Kingdom of Haotian and let the people of the South China Sea return to Taoshan, it can be said that he would let the authentic descendants of the Temple of Light host the Light Festival. If that person cannot go back, this Light Festival will have no meaning, and the Taoist sect must
Considering the future situation, the people of the South China Sea are his power, and Chen Pipi naturally does not need to be sacrificed again.
The middle-aged Taoist said, "How could she lose?"
The observer said: "She was left on earth by the Master, and she was unable to cut off the worldly relationship, and she would naturally be defeated."
The middle-aged Taoist said, "Even if she can't kill the worldly relationship, she can kill the lives of all the Taoists."
The observer said: "Although she has come to the world and is no longer the Haotian I believe in, but just like Haotian, she must be absolutely objective and fair. I have done so many things for the Haotian Taoist Sect, why did she
Want to kill me? My survival is exchanged for my faith, and no one can break it."
The middle-aged Taoist said, "The people of the South China Sea?"
The Master of Consciousness said, "If you can live, you will be the Taoist sect in the future. If you die, please rest in peace."
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Xiling Temple, Taoshan Front Square.
The president of Tianyu Academy stared at Zhao Nanhai and said, "What do you want to do?"
After six hundred years, the lineage of the great priest of the South China Sea returned to the world, so it was naturally impossible to participate in the Light Festival. Zhao Nanhai looked up at the Temple of Light on the top of Taoshan Mountain, and said with a complicated expression: "We must return to the Temple of Light and ignite for thousands of years.
Long light.”
The South China Sea lineage was inherited from the great priest of Light, and was recognized by the Taoist sect as orthodox. Now that the throne of Light has no master, it is not an excessive requirement for them to inherit this position.
The most important thing is that through the previous chanting sacrifice, people vaguely felt that these priests who returned from the South China Sea might really have the strength to re-enter the Temple of Light.
Listening to the request of the people from the South China Sea, the figure of the head sect in the Divine Denim no longer leaned forward, but sat up straight again with a feeling of indifference, seemingly not caring at all.
If it were the case before, even if he had faced the sudden return of the South China Sea lineage, he would have felt a little tricky, because from the perspective of Taoism or inheritance, the other party had the qualifications and reasons to hold the Temple of Light, but now he is concerned about this
But there is nothing to worry about. Because although the everlasting lights in the Temple of Light are turned off, it does not mean that there is really no one in the Temple of Light. As long as that person is in the Temple of Light, no matter who wants to return to the Temple of Light
They are the most ridiculous jokes in the world.
The president of Tianyu Academy looked at the people in the South China Sea and said, "How cautious is the matter of Taoist sect inheritance? After the Light Festival is over, we will have a serious discussion. Now please retreat aside."
No one except the head sect knew the true intention of this Light Festival, and the dean did not know it, but the Light Festival was the most grand sacrificial ceremony in the Taoist sect, and he could not have watched the troubled people in the South China Sea.
There was a girl among the people in the South China Sea. It was the little fisherman who said she wanted to wipe out Mochiyuan when she passed by Mogan Mountain. She looked at the dean and said sarcastically: "The people in Tianyu Temple are ignorant, even
I can’t read Fengtian Chapter well, so what qualifications are you qualified to host the Light Festival? You should be the one who retreats to the side."
When the president of Tianyu Academy heard this, his expression became extremely ugly. However, previous facts have proved that he was indeed inferior to those from the South China Sea in his understanding and mastery of the Xiling Classic.
Zhao Nanhai looked at the head of the giant chariot and said expressionlessly: "The Temple of Light has no master for nearly twenty years. The Taoist sect has been serving the heavens and attacking the Tang Dynasty, but in the end, he has gained nothing. Instead, he has suffered heavy losses. It has been several months since the Tianyu God's throne returned to the Kingdom of God.
, There is still no inheritance, and the head sect can be called stupid."
There was a huge uproar in the field. No one expected that the successors of these great masters of the South China Sea, in addition to wanting to take over the Temple of Light again, seemed to want to pull the sect from the position of the Lord of Taoshan.
There are only more than ten people in the South China Sea lineage, so where can we get these confidence? You must know that today, the strong people gather in front of Taoshan. No matter how declining the Xiling Temple is, it is impossible for even these people to be suppressed.
The priests and deacons of the Xiling Temple saw that this person dared to be disrespectful to the head and made a big furious act. Some people even shouted loudly, but the heads in the chariot still didn't speak and did not respond, which made people feel a little abnormal.
—No one knows that it is because he doesn't want to answer at all.
Seeing that the figure in the giant chariot was still calm, Zhao Nanhai frowned slightly, as if he didn't expect that the head of Xiling was not as irritable as the legendary one. His eyes slowly swept across the guests next to the altar, and suddenly
It fell on the Jinguan Master and the General Loeb, and scolded unhappily: "Now even the barbarians on the grassland can enter Taoshan to watch the ceremony. The temple is really becoming more and more disgusting."
The person who was talking about the Golden Tent Royal Court was still accusing the Xiling Temple, and the head of the chariot was still aimed at the head of the chariot. Before the temple could react, Loeb raised his eyebrows.
The national master looked at Zhao Nanhai but didn't say anything, stroked the wooden Ding and smiled slightly.
Zhao Nanhai is the most senior in the Nanhai lineage. His divine technique has been cultivated to the peak of his destiny. The Nanhai lineage must hold the Temple of Light, and he is the only candidate for the Great Master of Light.
However, looking at the seemingly vague smile of the national master of the Golden Tent, the strongest man in the South China Sea frowned slightly, the wrinkles on his dark face seemed deeper and his expression was extremely solemn.
There was no wind blowing on the front plaza of Taoshan, and there was no change in the vitality of heaven and earth. Zhao Nanhai and the national master just looked at each other, and an extremely dangerous tide was set off in each other's sea of consciousness.
This kind of pure mental power fight, without moving external things and disturbing autumn leaves, outsiders cannot feel any fluctuations, but is extremely dangerous for the two in the game.
The Jinzhang National Master only practiced his mind power in this life, using grassland sacrifice as a technique, and went through decades of serenity and was extremely profound. Even Ning Que, whose mind power was as powerful as the sea, almost ate when he met this national master on the wasteland last year.
A great loss. Although Zhao Nanhai's realm is unfathomable, he practiced the Xiling magic technique. At this time, he was forced to be dragged into the dangerous battle of his mind power by the national master, so he naturally suffered a little loss.
Zhao Nanhai snorted lightly, and as if a divine light appeared in his eyes, floating away from his cheeks for a few inches, then disappeared. With the divine art of cutting the mind power, he forced himself out of the battle situation.
The national master stopped looking at him, gently stroked the wooden tripod and was speechless, with a smile on his face.
The competition between the Jinguan National Master and the powerful descendants of the South China Sea began quietly, and then suddenly ended. Zhao Nanhai suffered some loss, but when he saw that the situation was wrong, he lightly came from this battle of mind power.
After that, I have to say that this person has a high attainment in Xiling's magical arts and is somewhat unimaginable.
The battle ended in an instant, and many people around the altar didn't even know what was going on. General Loeb knew very well. Thinking of the previous humiliation of the other party, he took a step forward and punched him out from afar.
Leb is the best martial arts master of the Golden Tent. His muscles and bones were hammered like copper and iron. He shook the ground in every move. At this time, he punched him out from afar, and the energy of heaven and earth on the front platoon was actually driven.
He whistled away, as if a hill was smashed out by him, heading straight to the people of the South China Sea!
Zhao Nanhai looked at the Jinguan Master at this time and ignored this domineering punch. A thin man among the people in the South China Sea took a step to the side and punched him without any fancy.
The previous battle of mind power was launched from a distance. At this time, the fists of Leb and the lean man in the South China Sea were also launched several feet apart. The wind suddenly sounded loudly in front of the altar, and there was a hidden sound of thunder.
With a loud bang, two fists met in the air. The peach blossoms that fell on the ground before the Light Festival were shaken and swayed like pink butterflies, and then they were torn into countless pieces.
The ground in front of the altar seemed to have experienced a drought that lasted for several years, and countless profound traces appeared on it. The cracked ground looked like it would collapse into an abyss at any time.
The thin man groaned and took a step back. The hat on his head cracked like the ground, and then fell down, and the debris spilled his head and face were covered with his face.
General Loeb did not retreat, but just shook his body slightly. Then he slowly closed his fists and looked at the people in the South China Sea and said indifferently: "The successor of the Great Master of the South China Sea...but that's it."
Zhao Nanhai looked at the Jinguan Master and said, "No wonder he was able to confront Tang for many years, and it was indeed amazing."
The Jinguan National Master and General showed their strong realm and were able to compete with Tang for many years. This was not beyond the expectations of everyone in the field. What really shocked people was the South China Sea lineage.
Both competitions were lost in the South China Sea, but people can see clearly that Zhao Nanhai's realm is indeed unfathomable. If you really want to let go, the National Master of the Golden Sect will find it difficult.
And the lean man who was slightly inferior to General Leb was just the sixth among the people in the South China Sea. If the people in the South China Sea were ranked by their strength, wouldn’t it mean that these people were close to or even defeated Leb
Strength? You must know that Loeb is the best martial arts master in the Golden Tent!
If the people in the South China Sea are all in this state of strength, today's Xiling Temple is really troubled. How should the head sect who is pointed at by the people in the South China Sea behave?
The head sect still didn't say anything because the Xiling Temple had its own person to deal with this matter, that is, the Temple of Judgment, which is responsible for maintaining the order of the Taoist sect.
At this moment, Xiaoyu, a girl from the South China Sea, looked at the verdict chariot and found a beautiful woman sitting in a bloody curtain, and asked, "Are you Ye Hongyu?"
Ye Hongyu ignored her, and the deacon of the ruling department said coldly: "This is my ruling. What do you have to report? If you have any feelings, come quickly."
"So you are the contemporary ruling." The girl from the South China Sea looked at the divine chariot, feeling the color was a bit bad, and said, "Come down, I want your position."
The front plaza in Taoshan was in an uproar. No one expected that Zhao Nanhai had just targeted the head sect, and the girl would be so bold to ask Ye Hongyu to give up the position of the ruling throne!
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(It's so dangerous. Chapter 1 finally came out before ten o'clock, and the next chapter is about to come out before twelve to half past twelve.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register a member of Piaotiansi to recommend this work.