How many times the group portrait is spring

It was Yan Zhi, the lord of Qianjiu Palace, and Ling Yun, Jing Rong's first disciple. Jing Rong's succession ceremony, he came whenever he wanted, disturbed whenever he wanted, and escaped unscathed.

The Changsheng Terrace was in a mess, some people were frightened by the demon cultivator and fled, and some people looked at the noble and unparalleled Jing Rong and screamed: "He colluded with the demon cultivator?!"

Everything is in chaos, everything is in chaos, even a few big Nascent Souls can't stop the chaos.

Jing Rong didn't speak all the time, he staggered and fell on the carpet, his eyes were all white, but he felt that it was all the dazzling blood.

That's right...no one said it wrong...

He Jingrong took in a demon cultivator... and handed over the Xuantian Stone...

It's his virtue that doesn't match...

There was a blur in front of Jing Rong's eyes, and suddenly, he vomited blood, and the uniform of the Sovereign who was not stained with dust was stained with blood again, it was his Jing Rong's blood...

"Senior brother?! Senior brother, please cheer up, senior brother..." Someone held his shoulder and shook it vigorously, and when his vision regained clarity, Ning Qing knelt in front of him with tears in his eyes, "You are a Taoist, Rong Xie said Jun..."

"How can I fulfill Moxiu's intention... Let them see the joke..." It was Ning Qing who turned sideways to block the fruit thrown at Jing Rong by someone.

All he saw was the evil face of others, and all he heard was that he was unworthy of the position of suzerain, only the white robe stood up with his sword drawn, and shouted: "Why do you call my brother?! Is he not worthy of you?!"

"Kong has a mouth full of foul language!"

"His name as Daoist Lord is enough to frighten thousands of monsters in the north and south borders. Ling Xiao drives away the evil in the world with a sword. Can you do it? Slander him with empty teeth..." Ning Qing felt that he was going crazy, and his beloved abandoned him , the closest relatives are humiliated by thousands of people...

"How dare you... you have cultivated for hundreds of years and you don't have the skill of my senior brother for decades, right? You just talk but don't do anything, eat nothing, and now you are standing on the commanding heights, scolding my senior brother?"

After Ning Qing finished cursing, there was a dead silence around him. He threw away his sword, turned around and hugged Jing Rong, and said softly: "Senior brother, don't cry... They are not worthy, not worthy of saying a word about you..."

"Zhelan..." Jing Rong couldn't shed tears. In fact, for a moment, he also felt that what these people said was right.

He can forget about whether he should not be the suzerain, Ling Yun is Yan Zhi...

He had the right to think that his Ling Yun had sunk under the Yunfu River, and he didn't know the Yan Zhi who stabbed him at the most critical moment.

"I'm in so much pain..." Jing Rong's tone was very light, he couldn't tell what the pain was, but when Yan Zhi took off the mask, something seemed to be broken.

Obviously Yan Zhi and Ling Yun are not very similar, but Jing Rong knows that he is him, and he is him, and there are things in some people's bones that cannot be changed.

"Senior brother, it doesn't hurt..." Ning Qing stretched out his hand to cover Jing Rong's eyes, he was crying harder than Jing Rong, but he still said: "You still have me... and the elders of the sect, we don't look at them , it won't hurt if you don't look at it..."

Yanzhi left early, so there is nothing to watch or not to watch.

Ning Qing could feel the heat coming from the palm of her hand, all the tears Jing Rong could not shed turned into warmth and burst out silently in silence.

"You are the suzerain of the Xuantian sect, the master of the northern border, don't let other things get you down..."

Some people were looting and smashing the chaotic Changsheng Terrace, while others were blocking it. They tried their best to maintain order, and the succession ceremony was a complete farce.

Until the abbot of the grand ceremony stood up with his sword in hand, and a sword shattered the light of the sky.

"My Xuantian Sect, how can I allow you to be presumptuous."

"This seat is the imperial seat, so it's your turn to criticize yourself?"

When the voice settled down, the golden light dissipated with the wide sleeves, the overturned table returned to its original position, and everything in the Changsheng Terrace was restored to its original state; the people affected by Jingrong's spiritual power were blown back by the strong wind, Only Xuantianzong disciples stood still.

"Today is the succession ceremony of this seat, let this seat continue to watch." Jing Rong's words were resounding, resounding on the entire Changsheng Terrace.

He tore off the jade pendant around his waist and held it in the palm of his hand, and with a flick of his hand, the fairy music flowed again.

The Changsheng Terrace was silent for a while, Yang Song raised the sword and his eyes were filled with fear, Jing Rong's spiritual power was really not something that low-level golden elixirs like him could compete with.

Shu Huayan, who was watching the drama while taking advantage of the chaos, straightened his sitting posture, only to feel that Yanzhi left a little too early, and also underestimated Jingrong's resilience. It flows eastward.

But he can't say anything, he can't do anything, he is now the most objective and neutral Shu Huayan, the other Tianmen master, and he can't have any tendency to deviate.

The people in the audience had different thoughts, but Jing Rong walked towards the high platform without looking sideways, until the masters of the peaks gave him seals and inscriptions. Without the slightest emotion.

"Congratulations to Xuantianzong on welcoming the new master. Pindao also believes that under the leadership of Rongzong, Xuantianzong will be prosperous forever." Keep up with the salute and congratulations.

"Senior Brother..." Yun Jing's eyes turned hot, and the scenery on the high platform was unparalleled, noble and magnificent, and he would be the master of the sect and the leader of the cultivation world in the future.

But when that person said that he was in the banquet, the senior brother vomited blood, how painful it must have been... He still wanted to continue this grand ceremony.

The lord of the Eastern Realm, Yan Zhi, took away the Xuantian Stone and came to the world, which was a precursor to the chaos in the four realms. He is the young master of the Xuantian Sect and Taoist Rongxie. No matter how painful it is, this is by no means a reason for his cowardice. Not even when he was cowardly.

On the Changsheng platform, some people dare not speak out, while others watch the tigers fight quietly, but the main seat is as cold as water.

Outside the Demon Locking Tower, which is thousands of miles away from the Changsheng Terrace, the tower guard in a gray-blue robe lifted his long hair hanging in front of his eyes, closed his eyes and murmured: "Ridiculous, sad."

He originally thought that he would be the one to take action after all in such a chaotic situation, and maybe he could just watch the enthronement ceremony of this peerless arrogance.

But he underestimated Jing Rong, not only him, everyone underestimated Jing Rong's adaptability.

Being able to cheer up and hold the Lingxiao sword again so quickly is really worthy of being the master of world cultivation who was set early.

His thousand years of waiting may not have been just a dream.

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The wind and snow in the extreme northern region will not stop, Bei Shanshe hides Xiaohui in his fur collar, his white hair is scattered and looks strange, but the gray pupils have long lost their luster.

He said: "In the battle with Xuantianzong, my Beishan clan suffered heavy losses. The patriarch is gone. I cut half of my demon power myself. You should show some sincerity in the East."

"Naturally." Yan Zhi stood with his hands behind his back, followed by Yan Huai and Xuan Ye.

"The Demon Locking Tower has lost the cornerstone of the Tower. When I undo the Nine Heavens Seal, you and your fellow clansmen in the Demon Locking Tower will be able to see each other again."

"What's the purpose? What is your purpose for doing so many things? To become the master of the four realms and one marsh? To dominate the world?"

Yan Zhi glanced at Bei Shan She who asked this question, and said calmly: "This is not my ambition."

"Where is that?"

"Nine Heavens Beyond."

"..." Beishan pardoned for a moment, and his tone softened a little: "What about Taoist Rong Xie, you clearly love him, but you want to hurt him?"

"I don't love him." Yan Zhi's eyes turned cold, and he looked out of the cold mountain, "It's just driven by interests and circumstances, why do you take it seriously?"

These words are really contradictory, if it wasn't for Yanzhi's jump to Yunfu River, Beishan She might have been taking advantage of Yanzhi's scenery all the time, but his jump of Yunfu River has long been a matter of life and death.

"Can you guarantee that you won't turn your back on him because of him?" Beishan's pardon was asking for a promise, and he was also trying to find evidence to make himself feel more at ease.

Cooperating with the Demon Cultivator was a big gamble. Thousands of years ago, the Demon Clan was so powerful, but it was still wiped out by the human race. The Extreme Northern Monster Clan did not want to repeat the same mistakes.

"I love myself more, and I love this supreme power even more." Yan Zhi hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes turned cold, "Anyone who dares to block my way will die."

"I believe in your human race again." Bei Shanshe pursed his lips, lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down on one knee, "The head of the Xuelang clan, Beishan She, is willing to lead the whole clan to follow the orders of the lord."

Southern Border Demon Realm

Qing Zhu slowly pushed open the gate of the secret palace, and in the center, there was a flash of light, surrounded by secret treasures as bright as blood, which were almost [-]% similar to the Xuantian Stone in Yanzhi's hand .

Qing Zhu twisted his fingers around outside the seal of the Xuantian Stone, half lazily said: "This time, the honor is a great victory, such a gift, I should offer it myself."

She had a word with Dongjing before, as long as the Xuantianzong Xuantian Stone can be obtained at the banquet, she will hand over the Xuantian Stone from Nanjiang. Suffered.

Yanzhi has ambitions and strength. This big gamble might be a good time for their monster race to completely reverse the ten thousand year old stalemate between the two races.

Yan Zhi said that his ambition is beyond the sky, and he also said that he will give justice to the Yaozu. In the future, the Yaozu will no longer have to hide and hide in a corner, but will be an upright existence that can coexist with the human race.

This is what the Righteous Dao despises, but what the Monster Race hopes for.

"I don't want to hide anymore." Qing Zhu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. At the beginning of her memory, she was a pet raised by a young lady from a wealthy family. The young lady treated her kindly, so she also felt that all human beings were good.

Until she gave birth to spiritual wisdom, she transformed under the nourishment of the spiritual temperature, and the young lady was frightened by her half-human, half-demon appearance. The servants chased and beat her, and even the monks chased her to kill her.

Qing Zhu didn't understand these things, so he only dared to turn into a prototype and keep running away.

"why why……?"

"I... I don't hurt people... I don't eat people..."

It was the priest of Nanjiang who picked her up and took her to Nanjiang, where she was refined into a snake gu, and after a hundred years, the priest died, and she escaped.

She has also seen the tragic scene of the demons being chased and killed by human monks. Such a beautiful and powerful group was turned into fly ash under the hands of human monks.

What is she a little demon?

In the blink of an eye, she has become the master of the demon realm in the southern border. She still can't forget these things, they are hidden in the deepest part of her memory, and they hurt Qing Zhu at any time.

Now that she has a younger sister and a demon realm, so what if she tries to reverse the disadvantages of the group?