Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

Every time a person enters the stove, the spiritual power of the people sitting around the stove will become more intense, and the spiritual power in their bodies will also become deeper.

What's even more frightening is that the walking dead that jumped in did not disappear, and then turned into countless ghosts, floating above the stove.

The dense white ghosts looked terrifying.

And around the stove, with it as the center, there are many people sitting.

These people all absorbed the power from the furnace.

Lu Shan saw that among those people, there were quite a few familiar faces.

Cangyu Holy Land Patriarch Yang Zhifeng, Cangyu Holy Land Holy Master Yang Qiu, Chief Great Elder Zhao Quan, and Elder Lu Yangzi who is now in charge of Cangyu Holy Land.

It is roughly estimated that there are at least a few hundred people in the furnace that has never been extinguished.

In other words, for the cultivation of the elders of the Cangyu Holy Land, nearly hundreds of people have died.

Lu Shan was terrified in his heart. Under the intense stimulation of his visual and olfactory senses, a chill rose up his back.

If there is a purgatory on earth, it is probably the scene he saw before his eyes.

At this time, Lu Shan's eyes returned to normal.

Still in that dark room.

The difference is that at this moment he is already dripping with cold sweat.

It took a long time for him to recover, but he still had lingering fears in his heart. He looked at Zhou Mu, and his tone of voice was still stammering, "These... are all true?"

Zhou Mu nodded and said, "So, do you still think that the Cangyu Holy Land is necessary?"

Lu Shan paled and shook his head: "If they still exist, how many souls will there be in this world? That's all, since we have met, we have to do justice for the heavens, and it can be regarded as comforting those who died in vain. "

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Cangyu Holy Land
"What? Someone blatantly assassinated the Great Elder in the Great Deserted City?"

Hearing the words of the servant's report, Lu Yangzi almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Afraid that he had heard it wrong, he hurriedly asked again, and looked to the left and right. After the elders on the left and right gave him affirmative answers, his complexion finally changed, pale as thin paper, without a trace of blood.

He murmured, his lips trembling slightly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Zhao Liujia, who was beside him, was also pale at the moment, "My great-grandfather..."

He couldn't believe it anyway, that his great-grandfather, whom he regarded as a god in the sky, and who could be called the ceiling of a warrior's combat power, died so suddenly?
Even if he loses to the opponent, unless he is in a completely crushing posture, it is impossible to cause the end of falling, and he knows this very well.

In other words, that mysterious man was much stronger than his great-grandfather, and even in his great-grandfather's eyes, he was in an absolute crushing situation.

The deeper he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt.

Compared with Zhao Liujia's panic, the faces of everyone present also turned pale in an instant.

The ceiling of combat power of the two older generations fell successively, first the ancestor Yang Zhifeng, and then the chief elder Zhao Quan.

These two are veteran powerhouses who have been famous for a long time on the mainland. They are both powerhouses who fought in the bloody storm. They are like two Optimus Primes, guarding the giant of Cangyu Holy Land.

However, the two giants have already become empty, and what Cangyu Holy Land will face in the future may really be the danger of overthrow.

"Elder Lu, what should we do now?"

In the silence of the room, finally someone with a weak mental capacity broke down and spoke out.

As soon as this statement came out, almost everyone's eyes in the lobby were on Lu Yangzi.

At this time, no matter in terms of strength or seniority, Lu Yangzi was undisputedly far ahead.

As an existence of the same era as the ancestor Yang Zhifeng and the chief elder Zhao Quan, although he was not as stunning as those two, after the successive deaths of these two, he had to stand up and provoke the leader.

Lu Yangzi cleared his throat, and said with a sad face: "For the present plan, we will talk about it after the current crisis is over. Now the old man is acting as the Holy Master. I don't know if you have any objections?"

At this time, it is undoubtedly not a good thing to act as the Holy Master to carry all these difficulties on his body.

Seeing that Lu Yangzi took the initiative to provoke the leader, almost everyone heaved a sigh of relief. At this time, Lu Yangzi can take the initiative to stand up, so that the dragons in the Cangyu Holy Land will not be leaderless. It is undoubtedly a happy thing for everyone.

Lu Yangzi, as the only sage and warrior remaining in Cangyu Holy Land, has supreme authority. Even Zhao Liujia, who has always relied on his great-grandfather Zhao Quan's arrogance, has to lower his noble head at this moment, waiting for him to be somewhat An order from Lu Yangzi who looked down upon him.

"Okay, since you have no objections, then the old man will announce the first holy order of the Cangyu Holy Land. From now on, all communication channels between the Cangyu Holy Land and the outside world will be closed, and the mountain protection array will be opened. The first level of security, without the old man's warrant, it cannot be closed, everyone should act, and the elders will stay here, and the rest of the people will disperse."

Many people walked out with a lot of worries.

In just one night, the Cangyu Holy Land is like a grass in a strong wind, or a lone sail in a huge wave. No matter how the wind and waves rise, you will be lonely and drifting away, and it will be in danger of capsizing in an instant.

The faces of the rest of the people were not much better.

Except for the strongest Lu Yangzi, who is a saint, the rest are no more than the Divine Hidden Realm. Although it is only one step away from the Saint Realm, it is like a gap that most people cannot cross. Hom.

A saint.

Even if the Cangyu Holy Land can safely overcome this difficulty, its ranking in the Great Wilderness City will drop rapidly.

"Everyone left now is the core executives of my Cangyu Holy Land. Everyone knows that the old man will not hide it from everyone. Now that several saints have fallen one after another, my vitality in Cangyu Holy Land has been greatly injured. Therefore, This old man has to restart the deal with the evil god."

Speaking of this, Lu Yangzi's eyes showed uncontrollable excitement.

However, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.

"Evil God..."

Zhao Liujia's pupils shrank suddenly, and just as he was about to speak, Lu Yangzi spoke.

"My Cangyu Holy Land is now in a situation where there is a shortage of yellow and yellow. Several warriors in the Divine Hidden Realm are only half a step away from the saint level. As long as the sacrifice can be successful, then my Cangyu Holy Land can regain its former glory."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of echo.

"Okay, as long as Cangyu Holy Land can be strengthened, we will support the Holy Master's decision."

Everyone knelt down.

Zhao Liujia hesitated for a moment, and finally followed in the footsteps of others.

Seeing this, Lu Yangzi smiled with satisfaction.

He finally experienced the majestic feeling of pointing the country.

He has been the third and fourth child all year round, and this is the first time he can say what he counts. This feeling is very good.

Therefore, the arc of his mouth was slowly curved in an arc that no one could see.