I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 921 King of Heaven

Beat the drum.

The sky is shaking.

The earth is as evil as hell.

In front of the school grounds.

Sitting on the white jade cloud table, the wine bottle in the middle-aged man's hand lay calmly with blood-colored wine.

His appearance is upright, handsome and unrestrained. Age has not added bitterness to him, but has become more calm, bringing the charm of seal carving with time.

Like an immortal king who has entered his thirties with dignity, he is overlooking his kingdom from the sky.

Calm and confident.

Even if the bright red on his abdomen penetrated the white silk, it did not affect his heroism and happiness at all.

One can tell at a glance that this person is definitely an unparalleled hero.

"What is the Lord doing?"

"He's dying of old age."

It was the iron-clad man who responded to him.

Blood fell at his feet, and he frowned slightly, not because the blood covered his clothes and soiled his robes, but because he disliked the fact that the fight between the two wild beasts was not good-looking.

A short night demon half-knelt on the ground and saluted: "Reporting to the King of Heaven, Elder Li kept it a secret, and his subordinates did not find any trace of the young master. They said that he went to Nirvana after welcoming the young master back. The Blood God Palace is supposed to inspire the young master’s Shura body.”

If you are a young man, you may have already worshiped him in your heart and have the desire to follow you. If you are a woman, you may also throw yourself into his arms and have a taste of the greatness of this world.

Luo Tianpeng still looked as usual: "Of course the clan elders will turn a blind eye to this matter, or even ignore it."

He was wearing light-colored robes, with black hair and black eyes, and his gaze was like the cold light of the sharpest weapon.

The two wild beasts fought fiercely.

That was a monk as cold as iron.

A figure walked out from the shadow of the white jade throne beside him.

"Help him hide it from me."

"Because they don't want another Luo Tianfeng to appear."

The older people are, the less willing they are to leave.

The man who got up looked around. The deck of the black iron giant ship was full of monks wearing armor such as swords, halberds and spears. As the Zuotian King of the Asura Sect, his palace was a supreme fortress, and he carried countless masters. .

Luo Tianpeng didn't look convinced at all.

No one saw his move, and the head of the charging wild beast had already left its body and fell heavily to the ground with a huge sound.

It looked like he was rushing towards the wild beast, but he was actually facing a man holding a wine bottle.

The victorious wild beast roars.

"I don't know that Luo Manping, who can only fight and kill without using his brain, can do it so carefully."

"No."

"Yeah."

"The King of Heaven once said that he would like to rule Nantian forever."

"It seems that Luo Manping did a good thing."

He cherishes the contents of his glass like a man who has been dry for several days in the desert, even though the wine in his glass is not good, and may even be just a glass of ordinary water.

It was a kind of admiration, respect, and an indescribable praise. It was the sympathy between heroes, but it turned into coldness and pleasure in an instant, as if he had finally moved a mountain that blocked Qingyun.

The man kept his head lowered.

This time he rushed back to the Great Cult from the North just for the sake of becoming the leader of the Great Cult.

It seems that the leader's only son, the young master of the Asura clan, is just an insignificant person.

"do not know."

"do you know?"

He also drank like a great hero, but when the wine bottle was poured, not a drop was missed.

He said this, but his face was neither happy nor sad. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy about this matter. Even his voice was very dull.

Luo Tianpeng didn't seem to care about the man's answer at all, and said to himself: "To be able to do this carefully, either the person who planned this is very smart, and can bypass everyone with a few tricks, not even Mr. Shu." There is no way to find out the clues, or there are many people helping him. "

The mountain-like body suddenly rushed forward.

The heavily struck wild beast fell at his feet.

When Luo Tianpeng stood up, the beautiful female cultivators on both sides hurriedly stepped forward and put a cloak on him.

When he talked about Luo Tianfeng, there was finally a look in his eyes.

The man tilted his head slightly.

Luo Tianpeng said calmly.

"What can I do to help him?"

If you don't want to die, you will take one last crazy step in the hope of taking a step further or getting a treasure that will extend your life.

Although the Right Protector of the Great Sect and the Old Heavenly King were upright and upright, he did not believe that anyone could be so calm and able to safely guard the border at the moment when the Great Sect was in a vacuum.

Luo Tianpeng stared into the distance.

Even though the Holy Lord was dead, his head was beheaded, and he was completely dead, he still couldn't take over the entire religion immediately.

Not to mention the old Heavenly King of Nantian and the candidates for the new Zuo Guardian, there are also the Ten Laws of Shura, the eight leading clan elders, the lineage of the Holy Lord, the various churches, and the helms. If he wants to completely take over unless he becomes the leader immediately.

But becoming a leader requires giving up the identity of the King of Heaven.

He doesn't want to give up.

Not only is he unwilling to give up, he also wants to firmly hold on to the identity of the Heavenly King, eliminate the stubbornness and the old Heavenly King in the clan, completely unify the great religion, and never implement the old laws again.

Only in this way can the Asura clan stand out from the hundreds of clans and become the top clan.

Since ancient times, no great clan has been divided.

Split means that the strength cannot be gathered in one place, and it will be restricted by others in the church.

Since Luo Tianfeng couldn't do it, he would die and become a withered skeleton.

Let him, Luo Tianpeng, take over the teaching.

"Mr. Book?"

"My subordinate is here."

"Tell me, will I succeed in this business?"

Luo Tianpeng looked at the short monk half-kneeling on the ground.

The short and thin-looking monk quickly saluted.

He praised: "The Heavenly King has great talents and strategies, and his cultivation is unparalleled in the world. When there is a great change in the sect, it is time for the Heavenly King to take over and revive the glory of the Asura clan. The Heavenly King should be the holy, heroic and enlightened master of the Asura clan!"

"Hahaha."

... Before anyone arrives, the momentum comes first.

The voice of respectfully welcoming the King of Islam resounded throughout the great religion.

Shura Mountain, Temple of War.

There were six of the Ten Masters present.

Even among the eight clan elders who have never shown up, three of them are in charge.

Not to mention the elders.

There are three hundred cases in the long hall, filled with monks.

Anyone who comes to this hall will be surprised.

Because the Three Hundred Cases still seemed empty and deserted.

There are no complicated patterns or luxurious decorations in the main hall. What comes across is solemnity, broadness and breadth. No matter who steps here, they will put away their frivolity and become solemn.

The end of the long hall.

A young man was sitting on a huge chair as wide as a throne.

Sword eyebrows and morning eyes.

It has a single horn with eyes.

The Great Saint Luo Manping, who possesses the power of the Ten Arts of Shura, stood beside the chair like a butler, lowering his hands in respect.

clack.

A figure broke into the light and shadow.

He was a tall man, like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Next to him was a young man with black hair and black eyes, and behind him were the four hall masters, five masters, and twelve deputies.

The monks who walked in formed a seemingly complicated team, but compared with the people in the Temple of War, they seemed thin, as if they were not worth mentioning.

The moment the middle-aged man entered the Temple of War, everyone stood up.

Silent salute.

The middle-aged man walked calmly from the center of the hall.

It takes at least two to three thousand steps to walk from one end of the hall to the other, and he walks very slowly. No matter how slow he walks, no one is dissatisfied. They salute respectfully like motionless puppets, holding wine bottles. .

Nearby.

The middle-aged man waved his hands slightly.

"Go."

Behind him, the four hall masters, five masters, and twelve deputies all found their own seats and sat down.

The middle-aged man did not sit down in his own seat, but continued to move forward and stepped onto the steps of the Holy Lord.

"presumptuous!"

The old man who had been sitting for a long time shouted angrily.

Luo Tianpeng looked sideways for a moment and said nothing.

"One more word and your life will be over."

The young man with black hair and black eyes stared at him coldly.

The old man saw that no one agreed, but he couldn't say more, so he could only blush.

The tall and thin monk sitting above him with his robe in his sleeves raised his eyes and said calmly: "The King of Heaven went on an expedition to the north to suppress the alien races and wipe out the evildoers, but it is not easy to take credit and be arrogant."

"King of Heaven, you have overstepped your bounds."

Luo Tianpeng's indifference suddenly disappeared, and he smiled and said, "What did the elder Qian say? It's not that I am arrogant, but I saw my sworn brother's only son return safely, and I was so happy that I couldn't help but walk forward a few steps to take a closer look."

"Lest someone find an impostor to fool us veterans."

"If this is true, wouldn't it chill the hearts of people all over the world?"

The elder of the Qian clan did not stop him.

Luo Manping raised his eyes and stared at Zuo Tianwang who was walking up.

"Nephew."

"You can come back."

"I am your second uncle!"

Luo Tianpeng held Yang Wu's shoulders and wiped the corners of his eyes with tears streaming down his face.

Yang Wu was at a loss what to do and couldn't help but feel moved, but there was still a vigilant look in his eyes.

If he hadn't known something in advance, he would have really thought that the second uncle in front of him was a good person. In fact, this person was the instigator, their opponent and enemy.

"Second... uncle."

"Hey."

"What a good boy."

Luo Tianpeng sighed: "Originally, my second uncle rushed back in a hurry because he wanted to find your whereabouts. I didn't expect you to have returned and you are so outstanding. In this way, my second uncle is relieved."

"Don't worry. Your father was my assistant back then. Now you are in charge of the teaching. My second uncle is also doing his best."

"I will never allow someone in the Great Religion to steal your authority just because you are young."

Luo Manping's expression changed.

After just a few words, the monks in the room were already whispering among themselves.

Many of them had followed Luo Tianfeng, and at this moment they lowered their suspicions.

Logically speaking, the two are as close as brothers and there is no conflict, so it is impossible for them to take action.

Moreover, the Heavenly King who rushed back had no intention of taking over the teaching, but instead wanted to assist his brother's only son.

"Young master, I wonder how you can entrust a great religion to the hands of a child."

"We, the Asura clan, should respect the strong."

"The strong one is the leader!"

"shut up."

"If anyone wants to challenge, he must pass me first."

Luo Tianpeng suppressed the remarks with a cold eye.

As expected, the people sitting down said no more.

……

The banquet is over.

Luo Tianpeng was walking back to the palace when he suddenly said: "Fake!"