Holy Son is so arrogant

Chapter 112 Forget it, keep it safe.

The ancestral altar is fully displayed, vast and majestic, supreme, as if it contains the true meaning of heaven and earth.

The profound sound of the Great Dao sounded, extremely grand, and all the heavens and myriad worlds were singing in harmony.

As if turning into substance, one can even clearly see layers of golden sound waves sweeping in all directions.

Su Ping raised his head, took a look, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Since ancient times, countless Tianjiao have longed to ascend to the altar of the ancestors and be named the Young Emperor. This is not only the supreme glory, but also the recognition of the fate of heaven and earth and the entire human race.

It shows that he already has the capital to suppress one side and can move freely in the emperor's road.

Under everyone's attention, Su Ping was dressed in fluttering white clothes, stepped on auspicious clouds, and took one step, like a dragon leaping over the sea, across countless spatial scales, and came directly to the altar of ancestors.

As soon as he stepped on the altar, the heavens and the earth rang in harmony, and all the heavens and myriad worlds were instinctively excited.

In addition, countless visions have descended, such as wild flowers, big bragging, four elephants, five elements of light, fairy kings coming to the nine heavens, bright moons on the sea, pictures of rivers and mountains, and so on.

It seems like a long-awaited.

Witnessing this scene, the people below couldn't sit still anymore.

Think of a possibility.

"This is to confer the Young Emperor!"

"My God! Before the emperor's road is opened, he will be canonized as the young emperor. Even in the ages, it is very rare! One slap can count!"

"Sure enough, this son is not human, with such amazing talent, he is destined to soar into the sky!"

Everyone was amazed and almost lost their voices.

The hearts of the nine Tianjiao at the level of the Holy Son are even more complicated.

A day ago, they were all vain that they had the qualifications of the great emperor, and the throne was already in their pockets, and they looked down on the world, even some peerless talents who had not yet emerged from the world.

However, in just one day, Su Ping completely shattered their arrogance. At this moment, it is not easy to keep Dao Xin from collapsing.

Achievement emperor?I didn't dare to think about it.

Now, with all the luck robbed by Su Ping, it would be nice to be able to walk through the ups and downs of the road of practice and become a saint or a saint king.

In just one day, he fell directly from the sky to the ground.

Such a gap, who the hell can stand it? !

"The most important thing in the canonization of the Young Emperor is to choose a suitable title. Not only must it be mighty and domineering, but it must also be able to convince the public. You must be able to bear this title."

Su Ping stepped on the ancestral altar, thinking in his heart.

"So, what kind of title should be given? This is a question."

On the ancestor altar, there are golden lights of various colors everywhere, which are the traces left by countless avenues, pointing directly to the origin of the avenue.

If ordinary monks can practice on this, their cultivation base will make great strides in a day, and a day of hard work will be worth half a month below.

Of course, it is not of much use to Su Ping. His practice speed is already extremely fast. Even if he is a fellow practitioner of dual methods, his speed is enough to surpass the three thousand Taoist states.

For Su Ping, the avenue is extremely clear, even close.

The ancestral altar is huge, like an isolated island in the sky made of unknown special bronze holy gold, but Su Ping has no way to rush to other places.

He could only follow the guidance of the vague understanding in his heart, and was forced to rush to the place where the young emperor was conferred.

This is a small altar. The altar is made of legendary five-color soil, with a vicissitudes and ancient aura.

As Su Ping walked into it, a large area of ​​dense sunlight rose from the altar, which was extremely gorgeous.

A vague mysterious light slowly appeared, turning into a light curtain like an ancient mirror.

"According to the message sent by the master, you only need to write your favorite emperor title on it."

Su Ping looked at the light curtain in front of him and fell into deep thought.

He hadn't figured out what kind of imperial title he was going to write down.

Under normal circumstances, when the emperor's road is wide open, all the outstanding heroes have a certain prestige, and when they canonize the young emperor, the world will give him an emperor title that suits him.

Or it can be concluded by the forces behind him after weighing for a long time and considering all aspects of his own Tianjiao's situation.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Tianjiao, who is about to be named the young emperor, already knows his title of emperor in his heart.

However, Su Ping's canonization as the young emperor this time was completely unexpected, and no one expected it.

And Jiang Taixu didn't say much.

So Su Ping fell into the dilemma of not knowing what emperor title to set.

"Fuyao Sect is in the north, how about calling it Northern Emperor?"

As soon as Su Ping blurted out this idea, he shook his head and vetoed it:
"No, the title of ancestor Jiang Fuyao, the first generation guardian of the sect, seems to be the Northern Emperor."

It is really inappropriate to use the same title as my ancestor.

"Then called Emperor Ping?" Su Ping hesitated for a moment, thinking.

His name is Su Ping, and calling himself Emperor Ping seems to be a good choice.

"Emperor Ping is also good, at least not restricted by region, no matter where he goes, he is an emperor, and his style is much higher than Emperor Da Luo."

Su Ping nodded slightly, and made a decision in his heart, "That's fine, it's Emperor Ping."

After making up his mind, Su Ping walked forward, stood in front of the light curtain, pointed out, and a ray of mysterious light with his own breath diffused from the fingertips.

The fingers dance, the pen moves the dragon and the snake, and the word Pingdi falls.

bang.

As the last stroke of the word "Di" fell, the entire altar trembled.

The next moment, under Su Ping's gaze, the light curtain in front of him suddenly shattered.

Broken
"???"

Su Ping's eyes widened immediately, why is it still broken?
Could it be that I, Su Ping, are not worthy of being called Emperor Ping?
However, before Su Ping had time to doubt himself, a film of light appeared in front of him again.

At the same time, there was still a vague message spreading out.

It seems to be encouraging him, encouraging him to choose a more domineering one.

Emperor Ping, not domineering enough!
low!
"???"

Su Ping felt the news, and his expression was almost dull.

"Is this serious?"

Soon, his answer was answered.

Another message came.

Like say again.

Yes, yes, super serious.

"."

The corner of Su Ping's mouth twitched slightly, a little dumbfounded.

He also wants to keep a low profile, but his strength doesn't allow it!
What can you do about it? !

There is no way!

He is also very helpless!

"What about the Holy Emperor?"

Su Ping's mind moved, he took a deep breath and said, he was a little nervous when he said this.

It's just a canonization of the young emperor, not the real achievement of the great emperor, so calling himself a holy emperor, isn't it a bit too much?
If he rashly proclaims the Holy Emperor, will he be summoned for unknown reasons, or other disasters?
Being targeted by some taboo existence?
"Forget it, let's take it easy, Emperor Yan."

After some weighing, Su Ping finally wrote the word Yandi on the light curtain.

When writing the word Yandi, Su Ping's mood was calm and indifferent.

He deserves the title of Emperor Yan!

However, what he didn't expect was that this time the light curtain dissipated again.

"Not yet?"

"Do you want to be more domineering?"

"Isn't Emperor Yan still domineering?"

Su Ping felt the emotions revealed by the entire altar, raised his brows slightly, and gritted his teeth: "Ma De, the Holy Emperor! I have a master, who am I afraid of!!!"

"Whoever dares to disobey, damn him!"

"It's the Holy Emperor, it's settled!"

Su Ping's heart beat, and he didn't hesitate any longer. Not only did he have Jiang Taixu's protection, but he also had a system, and his peerless Yandi body, a mere holy emperor, he could eat it!

Immediately wrote the word Holy Emperor on the light curtain.

Immediately, the entire altar was filled with light, filled with countless rays of light, as if the fairy world had come again, making people feel ecstatic.

However, next, the light curtain was still shattered.
still low
Perhaps it was because of Su Ping's dishonesty, which led to despair. As the light curtain continued to appear, Su Ping hadn't had time to react.

On it, the word "Emperor of Heaven" actually appeared directly.

"cough cough"

When Su Ping saw these two words, his legs and feet suddenly went limp, he coughed violently, and his heart felt weak instinctively.

"Fuck! What the hell, are you messing with me?"

"Emperor?!"

"This Holy Son is crazy?! Dare to call himself Emperor of Heaven?"

Su Ping almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and lost his composure.

Heavenly Emperor, even some ancient great emperors dare not call themselves Heavenly Emperor, he just conferred the name of a young emperor, and used the title of Heavenly Emperor, isn't that pretending to be dead? ! ! !
However, at the moment, the altar revealed an unquestionable emotion.

Ok, deal!
Don't change it anymore!
Then, a holy light permeated Su Ping's body, unable to tolerate him to resist, and sent him directly out of the ancestral altar.

(End of this chapter)