Xuanhuan: I can see the script of life!

Qin Yang appeared in front of everyone with the posture of an invincible man. He stood in the middle of four big pits, and the four big pits were inlaid with Duan Cangshan, Pang Qianxue, Lin Yunfei, and Yuan Mo respectively.

The four people were trapped in the pit like sculptures, unable to move.

Qin Yang, on the other hand, stood in the middle of the four big pits, with a calm demeanor.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Everyone admired Qin Yang's kingly attitude, and a new holy son appeared, and he was Qin Yang, the strongest arrogant of Ziwei Holy Land!
Today, Qin Yang single-handedly defeated the four great talents, and defeated them with ease. With unparalleled crushing pressure, he is the only one who is the holy son!

"Son."

"After a hundred years in the Ziwei Holy Land, the Holy Son has been elected again."

"He is still a rookie disciple! He has only been in the inner sect for a few years! As an inner sect disciple, he went straight to the Holy Son, and finally succeeded, defeating the four great talents!"

Everyone's faces were filled with shock, and they stared at Qin Yang intently.The strength Qin Yang showed was too strong, making everyone surrender.Such characters, who become the holy sons of the Ziwei Holy Land, will shine for the Ziwei Holy Land!

"Son!"

"Son!"

"Son."

Suddenly, someone who was leading the charge shouted the Son of God, and then all the people were enraged and mobilized, shouting in unison.

The voice became more and more uniform, shaking the entire inner gate, and soaring into the sky.

Among the crowd, there was a man with a calm face, his hands were tightly clenched, and his palms were already turning white.He was Yang Mo. Yang Mo hid in the crowd, looked up at Qin Yang, and felt endless unhappiness in his heart.

He is so strong, defeating the four great talents by himself, when will he be as strong as him, and even defeat him!

What's more, Qin Yang's lore move, Jidao Emperor Bing, has not yet been used. Yang Mo knows the horror of Jidao Emperor Bing, so he feels that the gap between himself and Qin Yang is even bigger.

"Ancient battlefield, I still have the opportunity of ancient battlefield!"

Suddenly, Yang Mo had a flash of inspiration, and a huge voice shouted the words "Ancient Battlefield" in his mind.

The day the ancient battlefield opens is the time when Yang Mo rises!

There are countless treasures of extremely high rank in the ancient battlefield, and those who can fall into them are at least in the realm of venerables!Of course, the number of fallen saints is also quite a lot!
After entering the ancient battlefield, as long as Yang Mo relies on his treasure-hunting body of all things, he will feel like a fish in water inside, and all the treasures will be his own!
"Just wait for the ancient battlefield to open Qin Yang, you wait! After the ancient battlefield opens, it will be the time for me to surpass you!"

In the crowd, Yang Mo stared at Qin Yang, who was held by the stars like a moon, and secretly swore in his heart.

Boom!

At this moment, a golden light suddenly appeared in the sky above the Ziwei Holy Land.

Then the vast voice of the Ziwei Holy Master sounded: "Today, the Ziwei Holy Land is enshrined as the Holy Son!"

The golden light is getting bigger and bigger, like the blood of the gods is flowing, forming a river, and there are dark purple things floating in the river, like clothes.

"That's the holy clothes of Son Ziwei?!"

"Legends say that the holy clothes of Ziwei Ziwei are refined by a powerful saint with all his life's painstaking efforts. They have extremely terrifying defensive power, and the holy clothes also have the saint's power left by the Ziwei saint. After wearing them, they will benefit great!"

This holy garment is dark purple, exuding a faint purple, possessing endless magic power, attracting the attention of others.

"This is yours!"

Lord Ziwei said calmly, and the holy clothes went directly to Qin Yang's side.

Qin Yang remained expressionless, and opened his arms to put on the holy clothes.After putting it on, Qin Yang felt that the holy clothes were ownerless, and then he communicated with the holy clothes to completely match himself with the holy clothes.

In the four huge pits under Qin Yang's feet, there are still those four true geniuses lying there.They just watched Qin Yang helplessly, and put on the sacred clothes belonging to the Holy Son. His spirit and appearance were like that of an emperor, and all the people would submit to him!

"Son."

Lin Yunfei was lying in the pit, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were full of envy.

Over the years, he has practiced the Seven Swords of Heavenly Slaying and Death so hard that one day he will defeat all the heroes in the battle for the position of the Holy Son, win the position of the Holy Son, and become famous all over the world!

In fact, if there is no Qin Yang, then Lin Yunfei is most likely to be the Holy Son, because Duan Cangshan, Pang Qianxue and others are not his opponents.

Only he himself knows how terrifying the power of the seven deadly swords is, but Qin Yang is even more terrifying, he took it easily, this is completely crushed by strength, Lin Yunfei has no way to refuse!
On the other side, Duan Cangshan's eyes were dim, and his energy and spirit suddenly became ten years older.

The position of the Holy Son is confirmed, and there is no possibility for him in this life.

As the oldest person among the true disciples, he lost to Qin Yang in the end and became Qin Yang's background. Duancang Mountain is also the pride of heaven, how could he be reconciled?
Among the four, Yuan Mo's condition is quite normal. Although he covets the position of the Holy Son, he still has self-knowledge. Even without Qin Yang, it would be difficult for him to win the others.

Yuan Mo was satisfied to see such a powerful peerless genius today.

As for Pang Qianxue, she sighed slightly with complicated eyes.As a person from a hermit family, the sole purpose of coming to the Ziwei Holy Land is to become the Holy Son, and then return with glory.

Unfortunately, she failed!

at this time.

Qin Yang had already put on the holy clothes, and the dark purple aura rushed to all directions, and everyone felt it.

Boom!

At this moment, a terrible voice came from the distant ancient times. No one knew where it came from, only that this voice was extremely terrifying, with the power to destroy everything!

"Son!"

"The Holy Land of Ziwei establishes the Holy Son today, and with this, announce it to the world!"

There are a lot of sentences and it will end soon.But the soaring divine power swept the entire Ziwei Holy Land, whether it was the inner or outer sect, or the handyman disciples, everyone heard about it!

It's even more than that, this terrifying sound wave spread out of the Ziwei Holy Land, and spread to the surrounding small dynastic kingdoms and hermit families. Wherever the sound wave passed, everything shook!

"Ziwei Holy Land, has a holy son been established?!"

Located in the north of Ziwei Holy Land, Dayan Dynasty.

Emperor Dayan stood outside the palace, listening to the sacred voice from a distant area, his expression changed slightly.

Such a great aura, in the Eastern Wasteland, if any force establishes a holy son, it will be announced to the world, and everyone will know.

"This is the prestige of a saint, the ancestor of Ziwei Holy Land, I don't know if it's okay?"

A sect close to Ziwei Holy Land is called Spirit Sword Sect.

At this time, in the Spirit Sword Sect, an ancestor of the Venerable Realm who was about to decay said tremblingly, with a look of awe in his eyes.

Only a sage has the strength to tell the world and announce it to the public!

The terrifying voice of the sage in the Ziwei Holy Land still continues to spread, and countless dynasties, small countries, large sects and sects have heard of it.Some holy places are also known.

at the same time.

It is about a million miles away from the Ziwei Holy Land.

This is also an ancient holy place, surrounded by a pale golden atmosphere, accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit sounds, like singing.

This holy place is called the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas!