It is very likely that it was the gods of the Huangtian tribe who had already decided on the strategy.

"Is Your Highness Feng Hou using a beauty trick on me?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Feng Hou smiled, put on the golden silk mask again, and said, "I just want to tell the Great Sage Ruochen that as long as you are willing, no matter what the result is, I am your wife and the closest one. For the three candidates for goddesses, of course you choose your wife as a goddess, right?"

After Fenghou walked out of the Seven Stars Palace, Mo Yin snorted coldly: "The candidates for goddesses selected by the Temple of Destiny are just like this. They actually want to rely on beauty to get the support of their masters."

Lianxi said: "I am indeed not worthy of being a goddess."

Zhang Ruochen stared at Lianxi, and she suddenly thought of something, and quickly lowered her head, with a sad and painful look in her eyes. As the daughter of the gods and the leader of the soul world, she has become a maid in Zhang Ruochen's harem, so how can she be qualified to judge Fenghou?

How can she be the future master of the soul world?

Zhang Ruochen felt a different feeling at this moment.

As his cultivation level becomes more and more advanced, he has proved himself with absolute strength again and again, and his voice in the Immortal Vampire clan is becoming more and more powerful. Now, even a peerless great saint like Fenghou has to lower his posture and flatter him.

The Hell Realm is indeed a very realistic place.

As long as you are strong, you can get everything you want.

After the wind returned to the golden holy carriage, Yan Beijun immediately went in to pay homage.

There is a lot of space in the golden holy car. The wonderful figure of the wind is standing in the center, and the snow-root-like left arm is behind the slender waist, thinking about something.

Yan Beijun was quite angry, his eyes turned cold, and said, "Senior sister is the twelfth strong man on the Great Perfection List of the Hundred Shackles Realm, and she is also the candidate for the goddess of the Temple of Destiny. How powerful and noble are you? Why do you need to lower your identity and pay homage to Zhang Ruochen in the Immortal Realm? How should those monks present see you? Prajna and the Great Sage of Yanhong are probably secretly mocking you."

Feng turned his back to him and said, "You don't understand some things at all."

Yan Beijun sighed: "With the support of the Sword Prison Emperor, Jin Kun’s Great Sage, Baiyu Crazy Lion and others, the senior sister wants to seize the position of goddess, and there is still a lot of hope. Why do you have to be wronged?"

"Although Zhang Ruochen was able to escape from the hands of Feng and Yanhong Great Sage, it could only prove that the successors of time and space have great ability to escape, that's all. His combat power is not even comparable to the ordinary Hundred Shackle Realm Great Perfection, let alone a strong man like his senior sister?"

Fenghou turned around, stared at him with a cold look that Yan Beijun had never seen before, and said, "You know nothing about Zhang Ruochen. From now on, he is our closest ally. You better not offend him."

Yan Beijun was stared at the wind's eyes so cold that he didn't dare to speak again.

But he was even more dissatisfied in his heart, feeling that Zhang Ruochen was not worthy of such treatment. Compared with the Emperor of Sword Prison, Jin Kun's Great Saint, and the White Jade Crazy Lion, Zhang Ruochen was still far behind.

My senior sister was afraid that she had been blinded by her mind, so she made such a wrong decision.

"Go out!" Fenghou said.

After Yan Beijun withdrew from the Golden Holy Car, Fenghou sighed lightly: "Zhang Ruochen has the body of a demigod and condensed the second-grade holy intention. Even if I become a goddess, my future achievements may not be as good as him."

"Zhang Ruochen's current strength may not be strong, but he has the Yu Emperor and the Supreme Holy Artifact around him. In any case, I have to take a gamble. I bet with the Blood-Juen War God and I should not lose."

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

...

Nine bells rang out in a row, spreading throughout the Divine Realm of Destiny.

The door of fate opened, and the majestic outline of the Destiny Mountain and the Temple of Destiny appeared inside the door. An ancient and mysterious aura surged out and pounced on all the monks.

The monks from the ten clans drove their mounts and holy chariots and entered the gate of destiny one after another.

With the lifting of the eighteen Ghost Kings of Six Tribulations, the Seven Stars Palace is getting closer and closer to the Gate of Destiny, and a strange thought arose in Zhang Ruochen's mind.

Looking at this gate of fate, I feel like I was standing in the void of the universe and watching the gate of hell at the close distance.

How could I feel like this?

Zhang Ruochen shook his head, cleared the thoughts in his mind, and carefully realized the energy released by the Gate of Destiny. He wanted to know if the legend is true. Can you condense the rules of destiny by walking through the Gate of Destiny?

Is it that simple?

Just as the Seven Stars Palace passed through the Gate of Destiny, Zhang Ruochen had not yet realized the rules of destiny, but a strange picture appeared in his mind, as if he had suddenly seen his own destiny and the future.

It was in the most luxurious hall of the Xuejue family, and it was decorated very festively. The noodles were covered with red lanterns, red oil paper umbrellas, and red tents. It was a wedding night.

He was wearing a red outfit, and as a groom, he was standing opposite a woman wearing a hijab, as if he was talking to each other.

...

The festive scene flashed away.

It was a thing worth being happy about, but Zhang Ruochen became depressed and his fingers couldn't help but squeezed them together.

He was sure that the scene he saw just now was definitely not a illusion created by man.

On the contrary, like the scenes I saw in the Destiny Pool, I felt a sense of familiarity that I had experienced in my own life, and at the same time I felt strange and terrifying.

Why do you feel familiar with things you have never experienced before?

Everything in the world has really been destined long ago? Has fate arranged everything?

"Just just now, did the power of the Gate of Destiny let me see my future? The place where I got married was in the Xuejue Family. Who was that woman? Fenghou?"

Zhang Ruochen unconsciously thought of what Feng Hou said just now, and the two seemed to have a causal relationship between the two.

If the competition for the goddess of the Wind Queen fails and the gods of the Huangtian tribe marry her to Zhang Ruochen, will the Blood-jue War God agree?

Will definitely agree.

Perhaps, the gods of the Huangtian tribe and the Blood Heaven tribe have already decided everything and arranged their fate clearly.

"Since that's the case, it's better for you to be a goddess."
Chapter completed!