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Inside the Proud Sword Sect.

Tens of thousands of people gathered in Aojianzong Square.

"The ceremony begins!"

A loud and clear voice spread throughout the entire Proud Sword Sect.

"Respectfully send suzerain to the extreme world!"

Immediately afterwards, everyone sent off in unison.

Beside Lin Aosheng's coffin, there stood six white-haired old men, these were the six elders of the Aojian Sect.

The six elders had nothing in their eyes, they stood in front of Lin Aosheng's coffin like a log, paying homage to Lin Aosheng.

The man in Tsing Yi and the woman in Tsing Yi faced the people in the square.

The major monks of Aoyue City, as well as the dignitaries and commoners of Aoyue City are all looking up at the man and woman in Tsing Yi, and they enjoy everyone's looking up at them.

The monk next to him clasped his hands together, and after finishing the chanting, he continued to utter a loud voice: "Sect Master Lin Aosheng has completed his salvation, and next, his two direct disciples will speak."

The man in Tsing Yi took a step forward and amplified his voice with his powerful true energy, "Ao Jianzong can't be without a master for a day, and I think my master doesn't want to see Ao Jianzong being left alone, so I want to help me today Master fulfills this last wish."

"In Proud Sword Sect, my junior sister and I have the highest level of cultivation. After Master left, only the two of us in the entire Aoyue City have a cultivation level of 29. The candidate to become the suzerain is chosen between the two of us."

"Do you have any comments on my proposal?"

The last two "opinions" of the man in Tsing Yi were very heavy, so heavy that the people in the square couldn't breathe.

"What a strong oppressive force. Is this the strength of Lingzun? If it were Lin Aosheng, we would be suffocated on the spot."

"Now Ao Bai and Ao Tian are the strongest in Ao Yue City, so it's not bad for one of them to be the lord of Ao Jian Sect and the master of Ao Yue City."

"Whether it's good or not is unknown, at least it looks good now, but it doesn't matter, life has to go on anyway."

Everyone discussed for a while, and then one person shouted loudly: "I have no objection!"

If someone takes the lead, someone will naturally follow. Because there are many people who have no opinion, those who do not speak will not be discovered.

"Since everyone has no objections, we have invited the six elders to speak."

The man in Tsing Yi smiled and took a step back to make room.

Afterwards, the six elders of the Proud Sword Sect stepped forward, their gazes were dull, their movements synchronized, and they agreed in agreement: "We have no objections either."

"Okay, let's start voting. The six elders are highly respected elders of the Proud Sword Sect. I will leave it to you to choose the suzerain."

The man in Tsing Yi said.

The six elders were silent for a while, and then the first elder said, "I vote for Aobo."

The second elder said: "I also vote for Aobai."

The third elder said: "I vote for Aotian."

The fourth elder said: "I vote for Aobai."

The fifth elder said: "I vote for Aotian."

Arrived at the Sixth Elder.

The Sixth Elder was silent for a long time, and everyone was looking forward to who the Sixth Elder would vote for.

If you vote for Aotian, you will have the same vote, and if you have the same vote, you will use the Aojianzong's ancestral rules to discuss and decide.

If you vote for Ao Bai, then Ao Bai will be the new suzerain of Ao Jianzong.

At this moment, the woman in Tsing Yi moved her finger, and the Sixth Elder suddenly raised her head and said, "I vote for Ao Bai."

As soon as the Sixth Elder finished speaking, the monk next to him immediately bowed to Ao Bai and said, "Welcome to the suzerain!"

"Welcome Sect Master!"

As the monk's voice came out, everyone in the Proud Sword Sect Square also followed.

It was originally a sad funeral, but at this moment, sadness turned into joy, and white turned red.

Ao Bai, the man in blue, restrained his wanton smile, and took a step forward, "Everyone, stop, my master's funeral is not over yet, now I will carry it out."

After finishing speaking, Ao Bai turned around and raised his hands, "Fire! Send Master to the extreme world!"

As soon as Ao Bai finished speaking, the sky suddenly darkened slowly.

A black cloud appeared in the sky above the gate of the Proud Sword Sect, and the black cloud was slowly drifting towards the square of the Proud Sword Sect.

Da da da!
The sound of horseshoes came from within the black cloud.

"what is that!"

"There are people on this black cloud, and they are riding dragon horses!"

"Oh my God! Is this here for Lin Aosheng's funeral? Or is he here to destroy the city?"

"It should be for the funeral. If the city is destroyed, we probably won't be able to talk here anymore."

"This Lin Aosheng's background is not just as simple as the lord of the Aojian Sect and the lord of Aoyue City!"

……

This old man actually has other identities!

Facing the three thousand black dragon cavalry who came stepping on the black clouds, Ao Bai could only slightly lower his head, not daring to lift it up.

And Ao Tian is very low.

at this time!

Wearing a black cloak, Jiang Bufan stepped out of the black cloud and walked to the ground, dragging a 1-year-old dragon coffin with one hand.

Jiang Bufan, who used a level 55 camouflage card, walked slowly to the ground. Everyone was kneeling on the ground under the pressure of his aura, and it was difficult to breathe.

And following behind are the attendants of the three-headed dragon.

These three dragons have three dragon heads, are five meters tall, and hold giant axes in both hands.

Walking to the ground, Jiang Bufan threw out the Wannian dragon coffin with one hand.

The Wannian dragon coffin weighed five thousand catties, and when it fell heavily on the ground, the ground shook a few times.

Tiles fell from the surrounding buildings, and many walls were cracked.

Jiang Bufan raised his hand to open the lid of Wannianlong's coffin, and then walked in front of Lin Aosheng's coffin.

"The material of this coffin is really good."

Jiang Bufan lifted the lid of the coffin, then lifted Lin Aosheng out of the coffin with his true energy, slowly put it into the coffin of the Wannian dragon, and closed the lid of the coffin of the Wannian dragon.

"Congratulations to the Lord of Dragons, Lin Aosheng!"

The moment the Wannian Dragon's coffin was closed, three thousand black dragon cavalry shouted in unison.

These simple nine words resounded throughout the sky of the entire Kyushu continent.

This sound directly shocked everyone present at Aojianzong, except Jiang Bufan.

This sound directly awakened the six elders of the Proud Sword Sect who had been insane.

"Three-headed dragon, you bring the dragon master up, I still have things to do."

Jiang Bufan said something to the three-headed dragon.

The three dragons nodded, lifted the Wannian dragon coffin with one hand, put it on their shoulders, and walked towards the black clouds in the sky.

"What happened?"

The great elder who woke up found himself kneeling on the ground. He wanted to stand up, but found that he couldn't stand up.

At this time, Jiang Bufan took out the [Mirror of Reincarnation Experience of the Dead] card, and threw it forward.

Jiang Bufan activated his true energy and intercepted the memory screen of Lin Aosheng's murder.

"The funeral of the Dragon Lord is only now beginning."

When Jiang Bufan said this, he looked at Ao Bai and Ao Tian.

And Ao Bai and Ao Tian also noticed it, knowing that they couldn't escape, they immediately raised all the true energy in their bodies and rushed towards Jiang Bufan.

Jiang Bufan watched the two of them rush towards him after he relieved his pressure.

Jiang Bufan smiled, raised his hand and slapped a rattle.

Ao Bai and Ao Tian instantly turned into skeletons and were thrown into the coffin they prepared for Lin Ao Sheng.

At this moment, Jiang Bufan threw out a black iron chain out of thin air, binding the coffins of Ao Bai and Ao Tian, ​​"The funeral is over."

Jiang Bufan dragged the coffin back into the dark clouds, then waved his hand to put away Lin Aosheng's memory.

"Congratulations to the Lord of Dragons, Lin Aosheng!"

Three thousand black dragoons dragged the Wannian dragon coffin, dragged a dilapidated sarcophagus, and left with a black cloud. They shouted slogans all the way until they disappeared into the sky, and the voice of the nine words slowly faded away.