Solitaire: Rise of the Waste

Chapter 1373 The battle for the throne 2
"Get up!" Jun Wuya glanced at the crowd lightly, with heartbreaking vicissitudes in his voice.

Everyone's hearts froze, and they no longer questioned Jun Wuya's identity.

Due to the environment in Fengtian Continent, the normal age of a spiritual cultivator is [-] years, and according to the difference in cultivation, the lifespan of a person will increase, and people can use divine power to refine their body to delay the degree of aging , but the effect varies from person to person.

Take Jun Qingling and Grandpa Jun Hailin as examples.

When Jun Qingling was three thousand years old, due to a coincidence, her cultivation base entered the early stage of gods and became the youngest gods in Fengtian Continent. Then her appearance could be refined through medicine and her own divine power, As a result, his face remained unchanged, and he kept his fifteen or sixteen-year-old appearance. Although the uncle Jun Hailin was still in the early stage of the gods, he did not enter the realm of the gods until he was 40 years old. Therefore, he looks like a god. He is a middle-aged man in his [-]s.

As for the ancestor of the Jun family who has been insane for tens of thousands of years... Everyone looked at his face that looked like a boy in his twenties, and they were a little puzzled.

In fact, not to mention the Jun family present, they have been by his side all the time, Feng Caitian and Hei Laosan had left Feng Caitian and Hei Laosan except when taking a bath, and Jun Wuya's changes were somewhat unpredictable.

Obviously, the Jun Wuya they saw in the Xiejun Pavilion was a strange old altar sauerkraut, but in the blink of an eye, within a bath time, he transformed into a handsome little fresh meat.

Is this too unscientific?
The corner of Jun Wuya's mouth twitched into a smile, of course he would not tell Feng Caitian that his appearance was actually changed into that appearance because of the suppression of the ban.

He turned sideways, and pressed Feng Caitian on the throne that symbolized the supreme power of the Jun family and the Xieya God Territory.

For a moment, everyone under the high position stared wide-eyed, and opened their mouths so wide that they could stuff a duck's egg.

In the next second, a pot exploded in the silent hall.

Especially Jun Hailin, who danced the happiest, with those cannibalistic eyes, wishing to fly up to him, pull Feng Caitian off his seat immediately, and teach him a lesson.

The nearby elders changed their expressions immediately when they saw that their patriarch, who was full of welcome, actually pushed a strange woman to sit on the throne representing supreme power.

Jun Wuya turned around and glanced coldly at everyone.

"Quiet!" The vicissitudes of life's voice carried endless coercion, and many disciples with low cultivation bases were forced to kneel on the ground by this fierce coercion.

"Old ancestor, what do you mean?" Jun Hailin gritted his teeth.

Jun Wuya glanced at him, and said in a voice as calm as water, "If I remember correctly, as long as I have the seal of teaching, I can take this position, right?"

Everyone was taken aback and nodded.

But Jun Hailin is still a little bit unwilling, "The Jun family does have this rule, the one who gets the teaching seal, gets the evil cliff, but the ancestor probably doesn't know that the teaching seal of the Jun family has been left for tens of thousands of years, so, since this is the case, Then what reason does the woman next to you sit on, Patriarch?"

At this time, Jun Hailin hadn't recognized Feng Caitian who had changed into a woman's clothes, and only thought that Feng Caitian was Jun Wuya's good friend, so when he spoke, he was aggrieved, even though he and Jun Hailin had always been at odds. His third master, Jun Youliang, united with him.

He suddenly stood up, tall and handsome like a poplar, but his slightly trembling body revealed his anger at this moment.

His eyes were small, and killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Feng Caitian sat on a high seat with her hands folded around her chest, taking in all the reactions of the people below.

Jun Biqiang couldn't see it, and it didn't matter whether Jun Wuya was the ancestor of her Jun family, she jumped out of her seat, pointed at Jun Wuya's nose and scolded, "I said old thing, are you disappointed? It's not good to be crazy, that bitch is not from our Jun family, why should she sit on it?"

The elders in the main seat seemed to have been reminded by Jun Biqiang, and stood up one after another, accusing them.However, Jun Wuya just smiled and didn't answer, looking at the group of autumn grasshoppers like a clown, while Feng Caitian was more casual, no matter how unpleasant or unpleasant the following words would go in his left ear and out of his right ear It wasn't affected at all.

On the other hand, Hei Lao San, hearing the unbearable abuse, his face turned black into the bottom of the pot, and there was endless coldness exuding from his body, but he didn't make a move.

The crowd shouted and cursed even more joyously. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, and the leader Jun Hailin was about to lead the crowd to attack, Feng Caitian smiled coldly, gave a clear drink, and pointed his finger in the air. .

Boom!

There was a trembling roar, and the entire Junfu was completely enveloped by a huge egg-shaped formation in an instant. Whether it was in the air, underground or the wall, it was blocked by a huge force in an instant, as if locked in a copper wall and an iron wall!
The guarding formation...is open!

Everyone stopped clamoring and were stunned.

The grand guardian array of the Jun family was arranged by the first ancestor of the Jun family back then. Once opened, even the peak gods of the human world cannot force their way in, and if they are trapped in it, they cannot escape!

"This time, do you think I am sitting in this position?" Feng Cai Tian's mouth hooked slightly, and a touch of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

The elders of the Jun family, as well as Jun Hailin and Jun Youliang, who are determined to win the position of Patriarch, saw this situation like a defeated rooster.

The look of depression is unobstructed.

"From today onwards, I am the lord of the Xieya God Realm, what do you guys have to say?"

"Yes, you are not from the Jun family, why should you be our lord?" Jun Biqiang raised her head unwillingly, the resentment on her face almost drowned her whole body.

Feng Caitian sneered.

"Who said that other people can't do the position of the Lord of the Evil Cliff?"

Jun Biqiang straightened her chest, "Since ancient times, the rule left by the ancestors is that the Jun family can inherit the position of lord. What kind of thing are you, why do you sit in the position of our Jun family?"

Feng Caitian shook her head regretfully, "There is no way, the members of the Jun family are too incompetent, otherwise, how could I refine the coaching seal that can only be held by the blood of your Jun family?"

"Who knows what demon method you used!" Jun Biqiang stared, anyway, Jun Biqiang would never admit such an unclear woman as the head of their Jun family.

Feng Caitian smiled nonchalantly, and Brick looked at the seat of honor, as if the elders had signed the terms of bereavement and humiliation.

"What about you? Do you think I have the right to be seated?" Feng Caitian played with the small seal in her hand, with obvious sarcasm.

All the elders looked at each other, and all stood up and knelt down.

"Jun's parents have met the suzerain! Just now, the subordinate was reckless and too excited. Please punish the suzerain!"

(End of this chapter)