sun devour

Chapter 320

At the foot of the holy mountain, there is a simple and unsophisticated palace. The years have left many traces on it, but the palace has been standing upright.

Under the steps of the palace, there is a stone tablet, on which are densely recorded many names, these are the names of some fallen sages.

In front of the stele, there is an open space about [-] meters wide.
The Patriarchs of the Sifang Guardian Families stood on the steps of the palace, on both sides of the gate, while the people from the Eleven Holy Lands stood on both sides of the square.

The audience was silent, all eyes were on the gate of the palace, as if they were waiting for something.

Yu Xiaojie squinted his eyes and looked at the palace, his eyes flickering.

"really weird!"

His divine sense just invaded the palace, and he directly felt that the palace didn't seem to exist, and there was nothingness there!

However, the palace was always in front of my eyes, and the wind chimes on the corner of the palace were also tinkling in the wind.

"Tsk tsk, this small star field is really not simple, there are people with that level of cultivation."

The old man Yunsheng appeared in Xiaojie's sea of ​​consciousness, and he smacked his mouth.

"Master!"

"Well, if you have a chance to go in, you must fight for it."

After the old man left these inexplicable words, his figure disappeared into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yu Xiaojie wanted to ask, but at this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the palace.

Hearing the footsteps, the faces of the eleven Holy Masters and the Sifang Patriarchs all became extremely respectful.

"Squeak!"

The door was opened, and it was pitch black inside, and the sunlight from the outside stopped at the door and couldn't shine in.

Inside the hall, it was pitch black like a black hole, swallowing everything.

"It's strange, why is there nothing?"

Yu Xiaojie has been paying attention, his gray pupils are flickering, but he still can't see anything. What is in front of him is a whirlpool, a pitch-black whirlpool.

Soon, a hunchbacked gray-clothed old man came out from inside with staggering steps.

The old man's complexion was a little pale, with a mess of white hair, his cheeks were very dry, his eye sockets were sunken, and one pair of eyes was only opened with a small slit. His dim eyes looked like a dying person.

"Old camel!"

The four Patriarchs all bowed and shouted, their attitude towards the hunchbacked old man was very respectful.

The old man didn't make a sound, he didn't even blink his eyelids, he just stood quietly at the entrance of the hall, as if he was asleep.

"Why is this old man just a phantom?!"

Yu Xiaojie's heart trembled.

The old man is like a great hall, he is clearly in front of his eyes, but when his divine sense sweeps over, there is nothing.

Thinking of the inexplicable words left by the old man Yusheng again, Yu Xiaojie looked at the hunchbacked old man with awe suddenly.

Even the patriarch of the Sifang guardian family is so respectful. Needless to say, this old man's cultivation must be extremely terrifying.

The four patriarchs on the steps looked at each other, nodded at each other, and then turned to face Guangchang.
"Today, is there anyone challenging the Ten Holy Lands?"

A Patriarch stepped forward and said loudly.

The sound rolled and spread throughout the city.

There was no sound from the audience, the status of the top ten holy places was unshakable, even the top sects did not dare to try their edge.

"No?" He preached again.

Needle drop can be heard all over the place.

"If not then."

"Patriarch Liu."

A patriarch next to him interrupted him.

"What's the matter?"

Master Liu frowned slightly.

"Then there are eleven teams standing below." He reminded.

"Oh."

Master Liu swept the audience and raised his eyebrows.

"Ten holy places, why are there eleven teams?"

Their voices were not low, seeing him asking this question, Wanmo, Yonghuang, Puyan, and the three Holy Masters looked at Tianzhu with malicious sneers at the corners of their mouths.

On the contrary, Tianzhu was completely unmoved, and was indifferent, treating the three of them as nothing.

"Hey, Patriarch Liu, don't you think that there is a group of people who are unfamiliar?" the Patriarch said hesitantly.

Seeing what he said, Xia Qiong frowned.

Patriarch Liu squinted his eyes, glanced over again, and his gaze stayed on Yanxi's side.

"Which holy place is that?"

"Hey! What kind of holy place is that?"

"Patriarch Peng, what you said is wrong." Xia Qiong interrupted him.

"Patriarch Liu, that group of people are from Yanxi Holy Land!"

When he spoke, he specially emphasized the word 'Yanxi'.

"Yanxi Holy Land?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Liu's eyes.

"Hey! I only came here once, and then disappeared, returning the Holy Land!" Patriarch Peng mocked.

"Come here once? Yanxi? Could it be that person's holy place?"

Hearing what he said, Patriarch Liu was shocked.

When the old man Tianxi ran amok in the sanctuary, he naturally came to the holy city, and no one in the Sifang family could fight against him. The five elements are in one body, and the means he possesses convinced everyone to fight!

"Heh! Patriarch Peng, according to the usual practice, if no one challenges you, it will always be a holy place, right?"

Xia Qiong's mouth curled into a smile.

Back then, the Patriarch of the Peng family suffered a lot in that person's hands.

"That's what I said, but now there are already ten holy places, Patriarch Liu, what do you think?"

"This"

Master Liu frowned.

Although the Liu family is the head of the four families, it does not mean that he alone has the final say on everything.

However, what happened at this time made him difficult. The man came in a hurry and left in a hurry, leaving behind a holy place without a trace.

Who would dare to tease the No.1 holy place at that time?Who dares to find trouble?
But Yanxi has never been to the gathering of the holy places. The top ten holy places are indispensable, so naturally there is a general from the sect to replace him.

The hunchbacked old man stood there drowsily as if he hadn't heard their argument.

But the Holy Masters below have different expressions, there are those who sneer and those who think back.

Only Tianzhu remained indifferent and didn't care.

"Patriarch Liu, no matter what, there are only ten holy places in the sanctuary, right?"

Patriarch Peng and Lord Wanmo looked at each other, and nodded without any trace.

"That's right!"

Master Liu nodded.

This cannot be changed, and there are special reasons. One of the top ten holy places is indispensable, and one is indispensable.

"I propose to re-elect the ten places of the Holy Land!"

Patriarch Peng's eyes flickered, and he raised his voice.

"Wow"

There was an uproar.

Wouldn't this change the situation again?

"Quiet!"

Master Liu opened his mouth and shouted, that voice, rolling like thunder, suppressed all voices.

It is indeed a big move to re-elect the Holy Land quota, and it is not what he wants, but at present he has no better way.

Thousands of demons, eternal famine, dry return, the three holy masters are contented and calm, but the other seven holy places are different.

They are all rising stars, and their backgrounds are naturally inferior to these three ancient holy places.

"There is no re-election, whoever can defeat me, I, Yanxi, will quit!"

(End of this chapter)