A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 251 The True Master of Splendid World
The eyes of the old man in white narrowed slightly.

Staring straight at him, he said in a concentrated voice, "What do you mean?"

There was a trace of sarcasm in Tao Jingtian's smile, "Brother Tongshi, you are the elder of the four dynasties of our Wanshengmen, in your hands, the masters of the Wanshengmen have taken turns for four rounds, you will not forget our Wanshengmen The real story."

The words of the middle-aged man and the confident smile on his face made the pupils of the old man in white shrink slightly, and the two long eyebrows on his eyebrows drooped quietly.

The other Nascent Soul elders looked at each other in blank dismay, and Elder Yan Kui suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Can't help scolding, "Tao Jingtian, at this moment, you still want to play tricks?"

As he spoke, he was about to start, but the middle-aged scribe spoke lightly, and suddenly spit out a sentence.

"Splendid Golden Palace."

These words seem to have magical powers. When hearing this name, the air in the hall suddenly stagnates.

Many Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators stared at him in shock, even the old man in white who had been sitting silently watching the tiger fight opened his eyes suddenly.

The old eyes exploded with light, and the long white eyebrows in front of him swayed like a dragon's whiskers without any wind.

The middle-aged man calmly glanced at the bewildered demon cultivators in the field, as if he didn't see the terrifying aura that shrouded him, the smile on his face gradually widened.

Open your mouth slowly.

"You guys are right. I really don't want to be a demon cultivator for the rest of my life. You have forgotten the roots of our Wansheng Gate, but I have not. We are the masters of this beautiful world. How can Shen Tao lead the Wansheng Gate? The door and the magic way really go hand in hand?"

Tao Jingtian stared at the white-clothed old man with a half-smile, the light in his eyes seemed to be filled with oppression that shocked even the primordial spirit and god.

"Brother, as an old man of the Wansheng Gate, you will not forget that our Wansheng Gate inherits the inheritance of the Splendid Golden Palace, and is the real owner of the Splendid Golden Palace."

"Back then, the heavens changed, the Jinxiu Golden Palace was robbed, and the masters were killed. Our ancestors kept their names incognito, and even had to join the magic way to avoid the limelight in order to avoid being coveted by those mud-legged people. Why, it's been a long time since you joined the magic way. Have you even forgotten the true ancestral inheritance?"

"If you have forgotten the inheritance, what qualifications do you have to inherit the position of the Wanshengmen? Wansheng, Wansheng, means the coming of the Wansheng. It is the hope of our ancestors that our Wanshengmen will one day be as beautiful as gold." Just like the imperial palace, come back to Jinxiu, the Nine Realms of Weihe."

His cold eyes slowly swept across the audience, and finally fell on Elder Yan Kui's face, revealing a trace of disdain from the bottom of his eyes.

"I betrayed the Demon Sect? My Wansheng Sect is not a Demon Dao in the first place, how can I say that I betrayed? On the contrary, who is it that really forgets the ancestors and betrayed the legacy of the ancestors? Don't you know?"

After Tao Jingtian's voice fell, the hall had become audible.

He slowly got up from his seat.

Although he was alone, in the eyes of all the cultivators, his figure seemed to be extremely tall, with a strong sense of oppression, making the majestic Yuanshen Shenjun silent.

Bai Lu's eyes in the night sky narrowed slightly.

"Unexpectedly, this Wansheng gate is actually the orthodox lineage of the Jinxiu Golden Palace?"

In the hall, looking at the awe-inspiring middle-aged scribe on the high platform, Yan Kui's expression changed, and he spoke firmly.

"Tao Jingtian, when is this the old almanac, why are you mentioning it? The Jinxiu Golden Palace has been destroyed for millions of years. At the beginning, the ancestors only collected some fragments of the cave, and there was no real inheritance. The reason why the Wanshengmen developed Up to now, the current situation has been accumulated bit by bit by our descendants, saying that all saints are coming to pay homage is a joke for nothing."

(End of this chapter)