Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1258 Mingzhu Saint Master
The world in the high sky is called Vientiane Sky, which was conjured up by the Vientiane God Map, and it is also the place where the Golden Seat competes.

After the deep voice fell, the 36 people who advanced to the stage flew into the Vientiane Sky one after another under the guidance of Yuankong Jinzuo.

Fang Rong stared at Lu Feng with resentment. He had just appeared in the world, and he wanted to pay attention to the holy city, but he didn't expect that the existence of the latter would make him a laughing stock in the eyes of others.

"I'm going to Vientiane Sky, you are waiting here."

Lu Feng talked to a few people for a day, then lifted it up to the sky, and then disappeared in place.

Vientiane Sky is filled with rich ancient sage power, and there are even wisps of golden awn-like supreme power wandering around.

The glaring silver light is surging, and in this world, there are 36 thrones with silver light, just like the throne of the Supreme God, exuding an incomparably magnificent aura.

Each of these silver seats is forged like a silver diamond, and beams of silver beams are brilliantly refracted by the sunlight and spread out towards the surroundings.

The aura of peak power permeated the air, and every silver seat turned out to be the pinnacle of half-step ancient sacred artifacts, representing the supreme glory and supreme power of the Inscription Pattern Guild.

Once it appears, people can't move their eyes away.

In fact, except for those old monsters who couldn't retreat, the Ginzuo Saint Masters were already very powerful, and even the deputy hall master couldn't ask them to do more.

At this moment, there are 36 powerful figures bathed in silver light sitting on the Ginza.

You must know that this time is not only the competition for the only golden seat master, but also the time for the 36 silver seat masters to reshuffle.

"This Fang Rong turned out to be Nangong Ling's disciple. This is very difficult. With his inscription pattern attainment, he is qualified to challenge the Golden Throne Saint Master."

"Also, Lu Feng, who is really against the sky. He is so powerful in martial arts, and he also has a good achievement in the inscription pattern. I really doubt how he cultivated."

The Ginza Saints are chatting with each other, and almost none of the 36 people who qualified this time is weak.

Among them, even the weakest one has the strength to easily attack the Ginzuo Saint Master, and is a real formidable enemy, bringing great pressure.

In one of the silver seats, a middle-aged man with a dignified and unsmiling expression sat, his eyes were as deep as the ocean, and he said to himself: "This time the competition for the golden seat is even more grand than the one 200 years ago. "

His name is Cang Ming, and his strength ranks first among the Ginza Saints.

I thought the chances of winning this time were within my grasp, but the sudden emergence of Lu Feng and Fang Rong brought a lot of pressure.

Suddenly, a light tweed voice rippling with intoxicating beauty.

Beside him, there was a woman in a pink skirt sitting lazily. Her long, slender, pink legs were covered by a layer of veil as thin as onion wings, revealing a vague feeling.

That pink brilliance poured into my heart.

The woman in the pink skirt laughed softly: "I never thought that you, Cang Ming, would still be so unconfident."

Cang Ming looked at the woman in the pink skirt, even though it was not the first time he saw her, she was stunned for a moment, and said: "Mei Ji, if you can't get the golden seated saint this time, when will the next time be?" Do you want to sit on this silver seat forever?"

The woman named Meiji raised her head, she had a seductive and sexy face, with vermilion lips embellished like rubies, and there was hardly any flaw on her face.

Especially those eyes, with a slight pink glow blooming, adding a bit of charm.

She straightened out her plump chest, a pair of white and tender mountain peaks were about to emerge, and even her clothes could hardly cover her, but her waist was as delicate as a water snake.

Those figures on the silver seat swallowed their saliva when they saw Mei Ji's figure like a peerless beauty, wanting to take a bite like a peach.

Mei Ji smiled slightly and said: "That Lu Feng is not weak, he has achieved such an achievement at such a young age, I heard that even Mu Tianhai, the Golden Saint Master, is being suppressed by him, I feel very grateful for him Interested, but it makes my heart beat.”

She stretched out her tender tongue and wiped her red lips with infinite charm.

She is not a warrior of the human race, but a member of the snake-human branch of the snake-human race, and she is also a powerful person who has stepped into the upper holy realm.

And the snake-human race is also the peak and strong race among the monster race. It is said that among the strongest heavenly snake race, there is a heavenly snake emperor who rules all directions.

"If Sister Meiji wants a man, I can also replace her." A Ginzuo Saint Master next to him couldn't help but said.

Mei Ji rolled his eyes at him, revealing a reminiscent look.

It seemed that in that seductive and charming attitude, there was a kind of heartache that was inaccessible.

Cang Ming smiled wryly. Although this Mei Ji seems to be slutty, anyone who knows her well knows the horror of this beautiful snake.

After the more brilliant light beam appeared behind the Ginzuo Saint Master, it shined on the Vientiane Sky again, and a more magnificent place was seen. Twelve golden golden seats ascended the sky and the earth, and the blooming beams of light seemed to be able to support the sky.

These are not ordinary golden thrones, each one is a real ancient sacred artifact, exhausting countless efforts of the Inscription Pattern Guild.

On a golden seat, Mu Tianhai's expression was gloomy.

Ever since Xiaodao, he has become the butt of jokes in the Holy City, and his face has been disgraced, and his unusually unfriendly eyes are fixed on Lu Feng who has come to Vientiane Sky at this moment.

It was this son who ruined his reputation.

Deeper, three grand auras came from the sky, and the purple-golden light occupied the sky and the earth.

The three purple-gold deputy hall master thrones were projected into the air, and three figures came side by side, coming to the forefront of the Vientiane Sky.

In the past, it was enough for the Golden Throne to compete for a deputy hall master to preside over it, but now three of them are here, so I think it's important this time.

You must know that only half-step ancient sages are eligible to become the deputy hall master.

A figure is Kong Xuanzi, Lu Feng is no stranger to it.

"I have seen Master."

Li Daoyue looked at one of the old figures, stepped forward quickly, and saluted respectfully.

The old figure had a gentle expression on his face, without any pretensions of being a deputy hall master. He fixed his gentle eyes on Lu Feng and said, "You are Lu Feng, Qingxu's disciple?"

The same name, the same disciple, made Master Ming Zhu sigh slightly.

Lu Feng nodded. He still had some impressions of this old man. When Saint Master Qingxu came to the holy city thousands of years ago, he had a relationship with him once, and he was named Saint Master Mingzhu.

Moreover, the voice in the former residence was also made by Master Mingzhu, and when he was on the small island, Lu Feng was keenly aware that there was half a step of the ancient sage's spiritual lock, and it was obviously this saint.

He respectfully said: "Junior Lu Feng, I have met Master Mingzhu."

Master Mingzhu said with a smile: "Okay, that old thing Qingxu didn't live in vain, it's just a pity, of course, if you listen to my persuasion, you won't fall into this kind of situation, otherwise, today, I, the lord of the Palace, It should be him."

From the tone of Master Mingzhu, Lu Feng could clearly hear the sentimentality.

This is indeed the case. Back then, the two old men often quarreled over the inscription pattern.

And after the quarrel, they were close friends who drank happily together again, but they cherished each other.

Over the years, without the care of Master Mingzhu, the situation of Chu Yunsong and others would have been even more miserable.

"After so many years, finally someone can come to guard his golden seat, and finally he can no longer be lonely."

(End of this chapter)