Chapter 1540 Enthronement Ceremony. (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

the next day.

The sky is shining brightly, inside and outside the gate of Chongming Zong Mountain, there are already colorful flowers everywhere, auspicious birds are circling and flying in the sky, and auspicious birds are roaming and inhabiting the ground.

The koi leaps over the waves, and the horned dragon turns over the clouds.

The rainbow intertwined with blood and bones traversed the interior and exterior, and all the disciples, deacons, and elders... all put on uniform robes representing their identities, refreshed, and greeted guests.

In the depths of the inner door, in the void, one after another cloud towers rose.

On the cloud platform, tables, chairs and screens are displayed, pots of golden bowls are neatly arranged, the pots are full of spiritual fruits, and the desk wine is fragrant.

Numerous ghost attendants, corpse puppets, and blood demons transformed into gorgeous costumes stood by the seat with hands down, waiting respectfully to serve the guests.

The scorching sun shines down from the sky, refracting thousands of colors.

The majestic mountain gate appeared in the vast sea of ​​clouds in the distance, and the various forces under the Chong Mingzong's rule were approaching in droves.

"There are clouds in the secular world. I haven't seen the emperor's residence, so I know the emperor is respected." A monk in the alchemy stage stepped on the long bridge and walked to the Yuntai deep in the inner gate. The sound transmission partner said, "I have been serving the Holy Sect for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I have seen such a scene."

His companion was also excited and said: "The former suzerain took the throne, we have low cultivation and low status, and we are not qualified to come to watch the ceremony."

"Today I finally got to see the style of the Holy Sect, it's heartbreaking..."

"Worthy of being the top sect in the Panya world!"

"It is my good fortune to serve such a holy sect!"

The monk in the alchemy stage nodded slightly, and then said via voice transmission: "I don't know if I can see the demeanor of the Holy Son during this ceremony..."

The companion said with envy: "If only I could take a look at the Holy Son. With the practice of returning to the void, he defeated the eight suzerains in a row. What strength! What kind of Taoism! What kind of domineering!"

"As long as I can see the Holy Son during this trip, it will be worthwhile to pay a little more sacrifice..."

The alchemy monk nodded: "Yes, unfortunately, our status is still too low, and the Yuntai is too far away from the suzerain's throne..."

"By the way, who is that?"

The people nearby looked in the direction he pointed, but they saw layers of mountains suddenly appearing above the sky, majestic and thick, and clouds billowing.

The black color is like dyeing, a group of blue shirts are fluttering, and the charm is clear and ethereal, like a monk who has not touched the slightest mortal world, walking out of the mountains, and with only one step, he stepped on a certain cloud platform.

The cloud platform is not too big, and it feels a little embarrassing to carry these monks. Moreover, the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks are extremely crude, it seems that they are just the result of a few random hewing and chiseling of materials from the barren hills.

The most important thing is that this place is very far away from the suzerain's throne, and even almost sits with some Nascent Soul stage big city lords.

The aura of the monks in green shirts was incompatible with the Holy Dao. After stepping on the cloud platform, they quickly looked around. They all looked unchanged, but they didn't make any excessive movements. They just sat down and closed their eyes immediately.

"Nine Yi Mountain?"

"They actually came to watch the ceremony?"

The alchemy cultivator and others looked at this scene, and it took a while to come back to their senses, and they couldn't help becoming more excited: "My Holy Sect is really happy!"

Immediately afterwards, a sword light pierced the sky, and the stern sword intent seemed to be piercingly cold, filling the sky and the earth in a blink of an eye.

The brilliance dissipated, and the tall and straight figures of the sword cultivators had already appeared on a cloud platform next to Jiuyi Mountain. When they wandered around, their eyes were like lightning, and they were sharp.

Like Jiuyi Mountain, the sword cultivator of the Cold Dark Sword Sect did not raise any objection to the shabbyness of Yuntai, only nodded slightly in the direction of Jiuyi Mountain, and then sat down in silence.

The next one to show up was Yanxi City.

The ice-blue galloping path emerged into the void, and among the beasts galloping, the armor clanged.

The Yuntai they appeared on was a little closer to the suzerain throne than Jiuyi Mountain and Han'an Sword Sect, but only a little bit. The guests on the bank of the cloud platform are generally cultivated and breathed.

The golden bell rang again, and the emperor's chariot was pulled into a pulley. Nai Liu's dynasty entered the arena. While the bead curtain is shaking, the crown is crowned with glory, graceful and dignified.

The seats of the Liugai Dynasty are closer to the front than the several sects that appeared earlier in the righteous way, and they are also wider. The furniture such as tables and chairs is also obviously luxurious. Near the guests, there is an atmosphere of returning to the void.

At the same time, huge flowering branches hang down from the sky, amidst the colorful flowers falling from the sky, beautiful shadows float in the seat, all with green temples and beautiful faces, peerless in beauty.

The Yuntai arranged by Su Zhentian is located between the Liugai Dynasty and Yanxi City. After they appeared, they looked around and frowned slightly, but they didn't intend to speak. Start to close your eyes and meditate, waiting for the ceremony to start.

In this scene, the rabbits rose and the falcons fell, and the five sects entered the arena extremely quickly, but the shock caused, like a tsunami, spread away layer by layer.

On the Long Blood Bone Bridge, many Chongming sect forces were thrilled to see that the suzerains of all dynasties ascended the throne, although the Dazong who is also the holy way will definitely visit the door to congratulate, and the five righteous ways will show up occasionally, but those are very rare cases.

As it is today, it is unheard of for five sects to come together, even the master of one sect, and many high-ranking monks to accompany them!

"My holy sect, Daxing!" After a moment of stupor, I don't know who spoke first, and everyone on the entire bloody bone bridge shouted in unison, "Daxing! Daxing!!"

In the ecstasy like a tsunami, a huge glazed pagoda rose from the void, and a group of gray robes sat on the cloud platform at the top of the five sects of the righteous way with calm expressions.

Then came the Tiansheng sect, all white robes and golden rings, but their seats were higher than the five righteous schools and the reincarnation pagoda.

All the seven sects had already entered the table. At this time, the three Patriarchs of Zhenshi Su, Fuguang Sihong and Jiu'a Li were all dressed in formal attire and appeared respectfully, accompanying Wushi Villa and his party on the cloud platform closest to the suzerain's throne.

That cloud platform is far higher than all the cloud platforms, almost equal to the suzerain throne hanging high in the sky.

The area of ​​the cloud platform is also extraordinarily wide, and all the furnishings are incomparably gorgeous, even the tooth chopsticks are magic weapons.

Those serving here are not ghosts or corpse puppets, but many carefully selected inner disciples with outstanding looks.

They are all dressed in gorgeous robes, dignified, respectful, and call them "immortals", "immortals", and "immortal emperors", which are all the rules that the Illusory Land Xiaozong should have.

The group of Wushi Villa are very satisfied!

When all the distinguished guests arrived, there was a rumbling sound of heavy drums in the void.

Accompanied by the sound of drumbeats, dignitaries from the Su, Sihong, and Li clans, except for the patriarch, appeared on some of the vacant platforms one after another.

Afterwards, Hong Miaoli and Si Hongduo, the current true bishops of the Holy Sect, led many disciples who had never served as waiters to the two cloud platforms, one on the left and one on the right.

There is also a cloud platform obliquely above these two cloud platforms, but the latter position is higher, but it is second only to the suzerain throne and the cloud platform where Wushi Villa is located. It has a larger area and more luxurious furnishings. There are many waiters gathered here, and all of them are beautiful.

The color of these two cloud platforms is like blood, and there are countless thin blood threads swimming between the clouds, which are different from other cloud platforms.

The drums sounded again, and Wan Shan fell silent.

The next moment, a figure with a black shirt and a knife appeared in the main seat of the bloody cloud platform on the left.

His robes are loose, his aura is restrained and almost perfect, and his eyes are flat. It is Pei Ling!

As soon as he appeared, everyone's eyes immediately turned to him.

Pei Ling's complexion did not change at all, and he sat down, only looking at the bloody cloud platform on the right.

But Li Lieyue, who was wearing a black veil dress and a holy maiden crown, had also quietly sat down.

The two faced each other, the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter, both with pure aura, surging magic power, bone-aged soul, at the right time, perfectly demonstrating the inheritance of the holy sect's orthodox tradition, just like the sky!

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