Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1273 The Glory of the Winner
Everything has been settled and the curtain has fallen.

Lu Feng became the Golden Throne Saint Master.

Meiji's hard work has also paid off, and she has become the first Ginza.

As for Liu Hen who blatantly abandoned the team, he will bear the stigma of everyone in the holy city.

"Master's golden throne has been guarded by junior brother Lu Feng. The Qingxu lineage will never be silent, and will rise from this moment."

"And all of this was brought by Lu Feng."

The two strong saints, Chu Yunsong and Lu Tao looked at Lu Feng intently, tears welled up in their tiger eyes.

These are tears that have been accumulated for hundreds of years, and they are falling with excitement at this moment.

Lu Feng looked at the shining golden seat that was close at hand, and suddenly a staircase paved with golden light spread to his feet.

After being silent for a long time, he stepped up with steady and heavy steps.

On that golden seat, the traces of the Holy Way left by Master Qingxu left a kind and gentle figure, looking at him as lovingly as a thousand years ago.

He turned his back to everyone, and there was mist in his eyes that no one could see. It was a respect for a generation of saints, and it was also an expression of true feelings for this old man who loved him wholeheartedly.

Looking at the distant direction of Tianxing Prefecture, Lu Feng seemed to see the indelible figure of the old man in the ruins.

"Tianxingzhou, wait for me."

He walked to the end of the stairs, and when he turned around, he sat on the golden throne representing supreme dignity, and hundreds of millions of beams of light suddenly burst out from the golden throne.

Under the radiance at this moment, Lu Feng's eyes were extremely majestic, and he took control of the golden seat in an instant, and countless complicated information flooded into his mind.

"A lot of insight into the holy way may not be of much use to others, but my good fortune is all-encompassing and needs all kinds of power to constantly comprehend. This golden seat is a supreme treasure to me!"

Every ancient sacred vessel is a supreme treasure.

When he actually sat on the golden seat, Lu Feng realized how scary it was.

Every holy master sitting on the golden throne will leave a unique trace of the holy way when he enlightens.

And the golden seat has existed since ancient times, and it contains countless senses of the holy way
Over time, Jin Zuo's strength has long since reached a terrifying level.

It is impossible to imagine how much power should be accumulated in the Zijin Temple, which is more advanced than the Golden Throne, and only half-step Old Sages are eligible to sit there.

The beautiful woman looked at Lu Feng for a moment, and her eyes were filled with admiration. She was able to turn things around in such an unfavorable situation, which is not something ordinary people can do.

Although he has an unresolved grievance with the powerful emperor, the Mingwen Guild, as a force that does not strive for hegemony, does not care about it.

"Lu Feng, from today onwards you are one of the Twelve Golden Thrones, and this is also the token of the Golden Throne. With it, you will have supreme glory and rights in the Holy City. As for some details, there are spiritual powers in the token. print."

A soft voice escaped from the beautiful woman's mouth.

She waved her flamboyant hand, and a shiny golden token fell into Lu Feng's hands.

Holding this token is extremely heavy, and what Lu Feng sighs is that the material of this token can be used to refine ancient sacred artifacts.

On this point, one has to admit that the Inscription Pattern Guild is rich and powerful.

"From today onwards, I am one of the twelve golden seated saints, representing the lineage of Qingxu saints!"

Lu Feng held the Golden Throne Token, and when he sat on the Golden Throne, he naturally carried a suppressive coercion, and that burst of will was strengthened, resounding through the entire holy city.

From this moment on, everyone knew that the lineage of Saint Master Qingxu, who had gradually become lonely and was about to dissipate, would rise because of Lu Feng alone.

Looking at the golden seat, like Lu Feng who is the emperor of the Holy Kingdom, his eyes have different emotions.

Mu Tianhai's face was gloomy, and Lu Feng's strength once again refreshed his cognition, and in just a short time, his strength has grown by leaps and bounds.

He couldn't help becoming worried, Lu Feng's strength was already achieved, and the emperor's dynasty would be in turmoil because of him in the future.

But at this moment, he has no way to stop Lu Feng's sharpness.

The next thing is the re-ranking of Ginza, Meiji becomes the number one Ginza, and also enjoys great glory.

Liu Hen, on the other hand, was deliberately placed at the end of the Ginza. I have to say that this is a great irony.

Moreover, if someone rushes to the Ginza seat, the No. 1 choice to be eliminated will be this Liu Hen.

With the end of the competition for the Golden Throne this time, the holy city became lively. In the originally quiet former residence, countless people came to pay their respects every day.

For this kind of matter, Lu Feng had no intention of dealing with it, and handed it over to Chu Yunsong, who has a stable personality.

Deep in the quiet and quiet former residence, Lu Feng enjoyed the rare peace, lying on a rockery, squinting his eyes slightly, and took a nap.

The golden seat master is very free, and only when the inscription pattern guild encounters difficult troubles that cannot be solved, will they be summoned to deal with it.

Those who like to be lively, like Wu Chi and the bad old man, have already used the name of Lu Feng's golden seat master to have fun in the holy city.

Not far away, a lotus step approached, looking at Lu Feng who finally showed a relaxed look, Mo Ling showed distress.

Few people know how much Lu Feng has paid for all his achievements. Every time he is wandering between life and death.

She will never forget the scene when Lu Feng taught her how to play the piano when they met for the first time in Tianlin King City.

It was also that time that the two met each other, which made Mo Ling extremely fortunate.

It's been a long time since I played the qin, Mo Ling sat beside Lu Feng, the melodious and brisk qin sound made my mind ethereal.

Lu Feng admired Mo Ling's qin meaning and his great achievements. Just one qin piece filled him with a sense of joy, and even the tiredness from the past was swept away.

The soft and waxy fragrance entered his nostrils, and Lu Feng grabbed Mo Ling's little hand in a sneak attack. The warm touch made him unable to put it down for a while, and he was reluctant to let go.

Looking at the bright smile on Lu Feng's face, Mo Ling's heart was touched, and it was as a reward for his hard work these days, allowing him to move around.

After a long time, when the flush on Mo Ling's face slowly receded, he asked, "Brother Feng, what are you going to do next?"

She knew that such comfortable days were short-lived, and how heavy the burden was on the man she loved so much.

It was a prosperous and powerful imperial dynasty waiting for him to contend against.

Lu Feng took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "The matter of the Holy City is over, I can't stay here indefinitely, so I decided to go to a place after exhausting the privileges of the Golden Seat Master. "

The privilege he was talking about was naturally the right to rely on the origin and enjoy the acceleration of time in the Myriad Divine Map.

Every golden seat master can have one year of access to the original place every ten years.

Many Golden Throne Saint Masters would choose to accumulate time, but now the situation in Dongxuan Region is changing rapidly.

Lu Feng didn't have that time to accumulate, he just hoped to get some opportunities there to make his strength stronger.

Mo Ling nodded, leaning his head sideways on Lu Feng's shoulder.

As the sun set, red fire clouds covered the sky, and the golden brilliance fell, elongating Lu Feng's shadow, pointing to a strange but familiar place like a long needle.

(End of this chapter)