In the Yuji Hall, the lights are bright and the throne is like snow.

Ji Lie, wearing a nine-dragon robes, did not fall on the throne, but surrounded a huge and round red python jade table with several others, each occupying one side.

As Ji Lie as a quasi-imperial emperor, the one who can be on par with him is naturally not an ordinary person, and the number of people in the field is indeed not an ordinary person, but the most powerful person in the world.

The first place was from Ji Lie's right hand. He was a middle-aged man with a clear face, his face was like a jade and his eyes were as bright as a star. At first glance, it was enough to make people forget that the person sitting opposite him was a living person, but a god who stood up to the sky. This man was wearing a bright yellow robe and a temperament as a sea. He was the legend of the secret guard of the Great Yue Dynasty and the imperial mystery.

Next to Ji Lie's left hand was a person who could not see his face clearly. Although this person's facial features were clearly distinct, but when his eyes were focused, there was always a fog. You could see his eyebrows and his eyes clearly, but you could not see the overall facial features clearly. It was like a stubborn stone, quietly on the ground, as if you had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Only the Tai Chi pattern on the left chest of the old Taoist robe revealed his origin. He was the master of Wuji Guanguan and the first talisman master of the world, Daoyan.

Except for the two innocent faces of Emperor Xuanji and Daoyan, the others were the Emperor Zhan, King Jiang Bai, Zhuge Shennian and Yao Junchi.

According to the gathering of people, it is undoubtedly necessary to hold an important meeting. However, it has been nearly half an hour since everyone gathered together, and no one has spoken out.

"His Majesty."

A voice came, and the newly promoted inner palace chief priest, like a swaying monster in red, took quick and urgent steps and floated closer, "There is really not enough time."

"I understand, let No. 2 go through the procedure first, and you will not bother me if you have nothing to do."

Ji Lie waved his head prison impatiently.

Compared to his heart, the mere etiquette of ascending the throne is as light as a feather.

Some people in the inner and outer palaces understood his thoughts and specially prepared a substitute. As a last resort, they had to let the substitute appear and take this essential procedure.

After waving his red robe head prison, Ji Lie could no longer help it. "It seems that Master Fan is unwilling to come and support me. I don't think there is any need to wait."

Emperor Xuanji swept his eyebrows lightly, and his voice was as loud as metal. "It's true that there is no need to wait, but I'm afraid that Fan Moke is unwilling to support him, so it's probably not that he can't come."

"What does Brother Xuanji mean?"

Zhuge's divine thoughts kept knocking on the round table and suddenly stopped.

"Brother Shennian is a smart person."

The emperor's mysterious eyes were faintly cast.

Yao Junchi snorted coldly, "If I had known that this son was not a good person, I didn't expect that he would be a natural monster. If this son had been born for a hundred years, would there be a place for us in the world?"

Ji Lie was stunned when he heard this, "Sir Tai Shuzu, seniors, why can't I understand what you are talking about? Could it be that Master Fan has suffered an accident?"

Emperor Xuanji's eyes finally turned, and he stayed on Ji Lie for a moment. Ji Lie stood up, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, this beast has no such ability. The deputy priest was killed. It was just that this thief forced to transform into a demon again. The deputy priest did not investigate for a while, so he took advantage of this thief. The cultivation of the sect Master Fan is probably able to go hand in hand with the deputy priest and compete against each other. Even if he was involved in the evil priest, how could he escape?"

After the battle in the imperial court, Ji Lie sat in a dull manner for several days, but he could not accept the bleak result.

Of course, this dismal result does not mean that the war is damaged so much. Even if the whole world is defeated, Ji Lie will not be too worried.

What he couldn't accept was that Xu Yi showed was beyond the pace he could catch up with, and the difference between the two was like a judgment.

He was the first genius at that time, how could he be overshadowed by mere wild people?

At this moment, Huang Xuanji, Zhuge Shennian and others were just speculating to prove that Fan Moke was poisoned by Xu Yi, which was something that Ji Lie could not accept.

It is obvious that in the hearts of all the soul-striking ancestors, the thief's strength and reputation are already qualified to be on par with them.

He is the first person in Dayue Qingjun. In the hearts of all the soul-stricken ancestors, he has clearly lost the qualification to be comparable to that thief.

"Don't be arrogant when you win, don't be discouraged when you lose, and be indomitable. This is the heart of a warrior. Do you understand?"

Huang Xuanji's intention to Ji Lie is as clear as seeing the fire.

Ji Lie was so terrified that he didn't dare to tell him anymore.

"It seems that Brother Xuanji has received the news. In this way, Lao Mu is also in danger. I really want to know what kind of luck this boy has achieved. The monster has reached this point."

The Emperor Zhan said playfully, there was no depressed feeling in his words, his eyes were like lightning, and his spirit of fighting burst out.

When he reached his level of cultivation, it would be difficult to move forward at any slightest point. The soul-sensing ancestors of his peers were either half a dozen or less than him in terms of combat power.

The Emperor of War is extremely eager to fight with the strong man who is better than him, even if he dies, he must pursue the glimmer of hope that he can transcend.

Obviously, Xu Yi, who is invisible with the magical power of hidden Fanmo and the hidden shepherd, has been regarded as such an existence by the Emperor of War.

Huang Xuanji narrowed his eyebrows slightly, and a ball suddenly appeared in his palm. A trace of evil spirit appeared outward, wrapping the ball, and the ball was misty. The picture appeared in the air in an instant, but it was a faint phantom, which was exactly the image of Fanmoke.

"Brother Xuanji avenge me, Fan Mousheng..."

Before the word "生" is gone, the faint phantom disappears and the picture is cut off.

"Nine Nether Soul Ascending Light Curse, how is this possible?"

Ji Lie blurted out and stood up in shock.

The Nine Nether Soul Rise Mantra is a forbidden mantra. The reason why it is listed as a forbidden mantra is not that this mantra is powerful, but that this mantra can only be used when the soul ancestor is scattering his soul and is used as a message at the last critical moment.

In the picture, the faint phantom was not even a scattered soul. It was just a wisp of residual soul. Before even the forbidden spell was released, it disappeared.

The dignified Soul-Sense Ancestor actually fell so cowardly.

No one answered Ji Lie's question, and the whole audience quickly fell into a dead silence.

No matter how much I comment on the thief's strength is, it is not as shocking as the real picture in front of me.

Both of them are the Soul-Surfing Ancestors, and they have been dominating the many beings in this world for too long, so long that these Soul-Surfing Ancestors forget that they are still mortals and that they will die.

The tragic phenomenon of Fanmoke brings shock to the soul.

After a long time, Jiang Bai said, "Looking at the background in the picture, it seems to be in the Futu Mountain."

Everyone remembered the broken piece of the highest peak of Shanlan in the picture, which was the Buddha's head in Futu Mountain.

"It seems that Brother Jiang encountered an unexpected accident on the way he arrived. Not good. Wouldn't he say that the thief is also in the Shenjing, and he might not be on the way he arrived."

As soon as Zhuge's Shennian said, his big hand hidden under the table tightly clenched and forced his blood to prevent his old face from turning red.

It's so embarrassing. How could the ancestor of the soul-striking are so brave? (To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.) 16-11-13 06:55:51
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