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"Naive." Mo Lingyun stroked his lips with his fingertips, his eyes were cold, he stayed in Xuantian Sect for so long because of the Xuantian Stone, after several twists and turns, this thing finally fell into his hands.

It is not difficult for a God Transformation Realm with a nameplate to leave Xuantianzong without a sound. When Mo Lingyun unloaded the fake tricks on his face, he would no longer have anything to do with Mo Lingyun.

Xuan Ye, who came to greet him, bowed, Yan Zhi looked at the mountains of the Xuantian Mountain Range, and said indifferently: "I don't need to tell you what is going on. Shuhua Yan is here, and it is not difficult to add fuel to the flames."

"Yes, my lord." When Xuan Ye paid homage, the black figure had disappeared.

When receiving Xuan Ye's reply, Shu Huayan was playing with his fan. Hearing Xuan Ye's recounting that Yan Zhi asked him to be modest, Shu Huayan stretched out his fan and said half angrily: "Let me do things, He didn't add any money!"

"However..." Shu Huayan turned his gaze, and raised the corners of his lips maliciously, "If the world knows, the only apprentice of Daoist Rong Xie is the Demon Lord of the East Realm, and he also made Xuantianzong It's really interesting to think about the Zhenzong Supreme Treasure given to the Demon Monarch Yanzhi."

There are some things that don't require them to end in person, just push the waves, and there will be countless self-proclaimed righteous people swarming up.

They think that if there are many people, they are absolute justice and winners.

"Han Xiu, oh Han Xiu, you are so confused." Master Chi Qing shook his head, looking at the dazed scene again, "You... this is how I should call my uncle..."

Jing Rong accepted a demon king as an apprentice, but lost the treasure of the sect. This matter spread throughout the cultivation world, and the rumors clamoring to punish the Taoist king and Jing Rongde for being unworthy couldn't stop.

Jing Rong didn't want to talk, and they could only deal with all these matters. Taoist Qin Fang, who always had a bad temper, cursed: "How can you give the Xuantian Stone to that brat?!"

Jing Rong still didn't answer, Taoist Qin Fang finally angrily raised his sword and left.

Nowadays, there are many famous people in the cultivating world gathered in the Xuantian Sect. It is well known that the demon king left the sect with the Xuantian Sect's most precious treasure, the Xuantian Stone.

When Ning Qing and Lin Wuduan arrived at the sect, the sect was already in chaos, Taoist Rongxie had been staying in the Lingxiao Palace for a long time, and the peak masters did not respond positively to the questioning of other aristocratic sects.

The reputation of being the first case in ten thousand years is afraid that it will be ruined in their hands.

"What's going on..." Ning Qing looked at the Xuantian Sect in chaos, and saw people rushing from outside the mountain gate, and the leader was Yang Song who was often rejected.

He looked very proud, looked at Ning Qing and said meanly: "As expected of brothers from the same sect, we all like to mess around with some dirty demon cultivators."

"...What did you say?" Ning Qing was taken aback for a moment, then fixedly looked at Yang Song.

"Your elder brother, your young master, Taoist Rongxie, accepted the demon king as an apprentice, and even gave him the Xuantian Stone." Yang Song's eyes and brows were filled with joy. When he was entangled with Ning Qing How arrogant Jing Rong was, he was expelled from the sect regardless of his status as the young head of the Hengshan Sword Sect, and now that he pays for his retaliation, Jing Rong's reputation has also been completely ruined.

But in the next moment, the sheathed long sword was pointed at his neck, Ning Qing's face was livid, and his voice trembled with anger: "You are not worthy to call my senior brother."

"It was he who lost his morality first, so why don't others say it?" Yang Song trembled, he didn't expect Ning Qing to make a move directly, but with so many people present, he didn't believe that Ning Qing dared to...

Until the pain came from the torn skin, Lin Wuduan raised his hand and knocked Ning Qingjian over, Yang Song covered the bleeding wound on his neck in pain, "Ning Qing, you... how dare you!"

"Zhelan, don't be impulsive." Lin Wuduan didn't look at anyone, but said: "You, a Taoist gentleman, are not able to make false claims by just Jin Danchu. After all, this is the realm of my Xuantian Sect, and the young master should restrain himself."

"Okay...okay..." Yang Song lost face in front of everyone, but he still wanted to die: "You wait for me, I'll see how long you can be arrogant!"

"Ah, there are more and more people supporting Jing Rong." Shu Huayan in the crowd clasped his fan and said thoughtfully.

According to Yan Zhi's intention, it was because he didn't want Rong to be the suzerain of Xuantian Sect, so after getting the Xuantian Stone, he publicized that Jing Rong had accepted a demon cultivator as his apprentice. The higher the probability of counting.

But they probably underestimated Xuantianzong's determination to protect Jingrong. The rumors and rumors spread all over the sky, but the elders of the peak masters never said anything bad about Jingrong. The succession ceremony was still held as usual, and Xuantianzong also protected Jingrong. Do it very well, and never let others get close to it.

Under such chaos and twists and turns, something new was revealed.

Taoist Fu Li was forced to death by Jing Rong.

"I heard that it was his uncle who saw through Jing Rong's acceptance of a demon cultivator apprentice. In order to hide this matter, Jing Rong forced Taoist Fuli to death. How could he imagine that his apprentice is a white-eyed wolf."

"In such a field, Xuantianzong will still protect him? Could it be that Xuantianzong's strength is almost exhausted, and even such an evil person is willing to be regarded as the suzerain."

"Could it be that if there is another demon cultivator with better talent, they can also treat them as guests?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Yun Jing, who originally wanted to go out for a walk to relax, heard someone spreading rumors about Jing Rong as soon as she came, how could she bear it.

"This...how can it be nonsense, it's all the truth..." The man who was caught gossiping behind his back felt a little guilty.

"My senior brother and his apprentice are just missing! Who can prove that he is a demon cultivator?! My nephew is powerless! Return the demon king's banquet?! You are talking nonsense and you have to give evidence, okay?!" Yun Jing Anxious, she really has heard enough of these words slandering her elder brother!

"Then...even if it can't be proved...then it must be true that your Xuantian Sect's Xuantian Stone was lost? How do you explain this?"

"..." Yun Jing choked, Jing Rong refused to see anyone since Mo Lingyun's disappearance, and let the outside world gossip endlessly, but the Xuantian Stone was thrown into his hands, this is really an ironclad fact.

In such a tense and chaotic atmosphere, Jing Rong's succession ceremony still came.

The elders of the peak masters left the gate one after another, not only preventing someone from disturbing the grand ceremony, but also supporting Jing Rong silently, proving their Xuantian Sect's determination to never change the suzerain's successor.

The uniform of the blood-stained suzerain is as spotless as before, and what is reflected in the mirror is also the noble and unparalleled Taoist Rongxie, who is dressed in a gorgeous dress, and the plain white adds to his dignity.

The white jade crown was embedded in the hair, and it carved the auspicious beast of their Xuantian sect, and the jade pendant on the girdle, only the suzerain could hold.

From the hair crown to the boots, there is no place that is not exquisite, and there is no place that is not refined, and all kinds of elegance can only serve as a lining for this heaven and earth.

Daoist Qingxuan and the others have been hiding things from him very well recently, and they didn't let Jing Rong hear much rumors about himself, but as a Taoist king, Jing Rong can hear these ordinary words clearly without coming to him.

Jing Rong didn't know whether Mo Lingyun was a demon cultivator or a demon venerable, but it was true that Mo Lingyun disappeared with the Xuantian Stone, and it was also true that the soul lamp lit for Mo Lingyun that year melted.

It's not extinction, it's fusion.

Jing Rong didn't dare to think deeply, and he couldn't feel Mo Lingyun's aura anymore. Xiaohui and Beishan She were released before Mo Lingyun left. When he looked again, there was only an empty cage.

All these miscellaneous things happened so fast that he didn't even think about how to do it before the succession ceremony came.

"How can I have virtue..." After listening too much, Jing Rong followed suit, feeling a little doubtful about himself, is virtue not worthy?Virtue does not match...

"You are the only master of Xuantianzong." Daoist Qingxuan didn't say much, stretched out his hand to straighten Jing Rong's clothes, and said, "Today is your succession ceremony, Senior Brother Tianquan has high hopes for you, not someone else. Three or two sentences can be changed."

Taoist Qin Fang with a blank face also said: "You are a Taoist monarch, you should show your aura and let those who are waiting to see our sect's jokes know that we made the right choice."

"Senior brother..." Lin Wuduan and the others were also looking at him, but they didn't know what to say.

"Your ascension to this position is what everyone expects, so why bother what other people say." Chiqing Master took a look at the sky, "The time is coming, it's time to go to the celebration."

Streams of light swept across the sky, opening the way for the upcoming suzerain of Xuantian Sect.

But there were also a few black figures, holding the nameplate of Xuantianzong, silently darting into the barrier.

The succession ceremony of the suzerain of Xuantianzong, it is not too much for tens of thousands of people to come to congratulate, and because of the issue of the funeral, the venue of the ceremony is more plain. Right, waiting for the arrival of the hosts.

The guests watching the ceremony were bustling, and for the time being, only the guarding disciples were on the big stage. As for the other high-ranking elders of the Xuantian Sect, they would come along with the new suzerain to show their respect.

Ning Jiuchen came in a hurry and failed to catch up with Jing Rong's queue, so he simply stood in the crowd and waited to watch the ceremony. Nan Siyuan who came with him smiled lightly: "It really is a grand event."

"Don't become a farce." Ning Jiuchen's complexion was not good. He had heard all about Jingrong's affairs, but his senior brothers and sisters didn't listen at all. Let him lose the Xuantian Stone. To support him as suzerain.

When the carpet was spread out for ten miles, streams of light fell on the first stage, most of them were the powerful Xuantian Sect who hadn't been born for a long time.

And ten miles away, the man dressed in white, the focus of everyone's attention today, is slowly pacing, waiting for the gifts from the peak masters on the stage, he is the master of the first sect of cultivation.

When the spectators came to see Jing Rong, they all held their breath. Such a noble and elegant person really lived up to the name of Rong Xie. It took Jiu Xiaoxue for tens of thousands of years to be born like this. There should be no such thing in the world. people.

No one can say no to such a person. When you see him, you feel that all the good things in this world should go to him. He, how can he suffer from this worldly suffering? There will be no fault.

When everyone was holding their breaths to focus on the scene, there was a turning point, and a number of black-clothed ghost-masked men suddenly appeared in the sky. The leader of the man was dressed in black and gold embroidery, and even the crown of hair was carved with dragon patterns carved in pure gold, which seemed to be overwhelming. .

"Who are you waiting for! Dare to trespass on my Xuantian Sect?!" Ning Jiuchen was the first to stand up with his sword. Sneaked in silently? !

When Jing Rong saw the leader figure, he froze in place, watched him slowly take off his mask, and told everyone sarcastically.

"This seat is here, the banquet in Qianjiu Palace is over."